Swarupa wrote:I'm also of the opinion that love is our natural state, that it's environmental factors/conditioning which fragment how it shines through, limiting our capacity to love to small circles, rather than encompassing all of existence.
So rather than gaining love as a novel state, as new addition to oneself, it's more that a removal of obstacles reveals love to be our natural state.
Wonderful.
Love can be an active "loving" of others, of what is, of the facts as they are. Love can also be a "feeling loved and accepted."
Love, as an active orientation, is not a feeling per se. Can and do I "love" even in the midst of "feeling terrible" or feeling blue or feeling tired? I ask it as a question because I'm curious about what this "love" is.
It's easier to love when you have been loved and when you feel loved and accepted. It's easier to become an active Lover when you genuinely arrive at a place of acceptance.
I can genuinely say that love, in my experience, has nothing to do with how I feel or with the environment or with a stimulating chemical. Stimulating chemicals can be an immense help in relativizing what may have seemed to be a fixed state or a hard reality or "environmental conditions." But getting to that "place" has been a process of growth. There is no rush.
Many methods can loosen the "fixity" that is as Swarupa said hiding that "light" under a bushel of beliefs, hearsay, and rigid defensiveness. A danger is that you might associate the "light" with the method and so get caught there and think you need the method or the chemical. Or that you need "others" to accept you. Or that you need a "safe environment".
You may very well need or think you need many of those things right now. I respect what I need. I don't go around bombing out my defenses or other people's defenses. It took me a long time to build the walls and to place the razor wire around my heart. I respect that fact.
But I also respect the fact that change is afoot and that slowly and gently something or some not-thing is revealing itself. That some not-thing is free. It is natural. But it is not the half-love of just liking what pleases me or of good feelings only.
Nor is it mania or being "up" all the time. A danger of the amphetamines is that one might take being "up" for love. There is nothing, in fact, that is novel about being "up". It is nice to be awake and "up". No doubt. It is fun. It is native to us to be awake. It is one half of our lives.
I respect that.
But it is only one half. I respect the sadness, and the anger, and the hate. I'm not so keen to push them away. Is that acceptance of my old friends those negative emotions something akin to love? Can I accept the sense of not being accepted? Can I accept my own inability to accept huge portions of my own experience?
Maybe I'm not ready for that big game yet? I have to trust myself and guide by my own lights. Maybe I need to contact enough of the "good feelings" first before I feel ready to plunge back in. Maybe the "good feelings" feel novel to me because my defenses, the razor-wire I placed around my heart to protect it, are now keeping me out?
Phenethylamines can help. They can also be a trap. Be careful. Trust yourself. Is that trust and care for yourself love? That trust and care is not a state. It is not novel. Perhaps it is akin to something that emerges or grows or comes out from under the bushel when you make room for it?
Well then. Make room for it!