As my friends know, I use hypnosis as a tool for learning—and I have spent a lot of my hypnosis sessions exploring the meaning of love. Heaven’s perfect love is a dichotomy: in our heart, we know it is everywhere, but in our earthly experience, it is mostly unachievable, at least in the idealized “unconditional” form we crave. Yet love is ubiquitous. Finding Heaven’s love is a “journey without distance” as the Course in Miracles would say, yet it is a yearning that can never be satisfied for an earthling still housed in human flesh.
What is love? Or more to my point, what is love? As I have expressed in previous posts, love is the divine, heavenly version of what we lamely call “love” here. Its universal calling reminds us of our true home in heaven. Yet like the sun, it can’t be looked at directly—we couldn’t handle it. love can’t be remotely understood by us earthlings. We are far too busy competing with each other to understand the universality of love. Yet we can try. Under hypnosis, I was shown some avenues for trying.
How could the concept of sight be explained to someone with no vision?
If you asked a blind man to explain color to you, he might express it in terms of heat. What has been described to him as light-colored would be associated with feeling warm, and darker colors would equate with feeling cold. It could be related to musical notes: somber tones for dark and lighter tones for light. Imagine the complexity of a beautiful piece of classical music: you might describe a sunrise, using this metaphor, to a sightless man.
But no matter what analogy you use, sight simply can’t be understood by the blind. And since we, living here on Earth, are by definition blind to Heaven’s treasures, we cannot understand love given our human limitations. No one who has never seen could remotely visualize the structured tints of a rainbow, the riotous feathers of a tropical bird, the smouldering halo of a sunset, or the warm orange fire of that juice we all drink for breakfast. Yet whenever we send a Valentine’s Day card about “love,” we are speculating about something we cannot see—much less understand. As Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”
How would you explain a rainbow to someone from a monochrome planet where there is no color? You could say it is a phenomenon where sunlight shines on rain falling through the atmosphere, and this reflects the light in a different way. Yet this would make it seem like just a meteorological phenomenon! Of course it isn’t. Color is not just a phenomenon—it can be an emotion. Who among us has never looked at a rainbow and just knew that a friendly higher power was up there looking out for you? No one!
Garden of love
I used to do a lot of gardening. Before that, I thought that when you plant a plant, it lives on its own in the little hole you made for it. Its roots may stretch out underground, but it is a separate, self-contained entity, entirely on its own. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth.
Plants are connected to each other.
Under the soil, invisibly to us, a miracle is happening. The author of this miracle is little strands of fungus that connect with the roots of all plants in symbiotic relationships called mycorrhizae.
Wikipedia says this about mycorrhizae.
A mycorrhiza is the symbiotic association between a green plant and a fungus. The plant captures the energy coming from the sun by means of its chlorophyll and supplies it to the fungus, and the fungus feeds water and mineral nutrients taken from the soil to the plant. The union takes place in the roots of the plant. Most plant species are capable of entering in this society. It is therefore a universal phenomenon that was initiated at the beginning of land life, some 425 million years ago.
Fungus expert Paul Stamets said in a 2008 TED talk that the fungal mycelia that make these connections, stretching miles invisibly through the dirt and connecting all plants in their path, are actually “Earth’s natural internet.” Through this network, large trees can actually help small trees compete, by sending them nutrients. Plants even use these networks to warn each other about impending dangers! And all plants so connected benefit from protection to disease, thanks to their connection to the network. This is truly a “world-wide” web, since these networks of beneficial fungi literally extend everywhere—invisibly connecting 90% of all plant species on the planet.
love is like that network: invisible, ubiquitous, ever-nourishing and never-ending.
We are like trees, safely connected below ground in an endless woodland paradise. We communicate with each other inaudibly. We see each other invisibly. We support each other through our connection to an invisible angelic network, which is always there to steady the careworn and the weary among us. Our thoughts interweave like sacred fingers in a holy handshake. We are never alone, and we are never out of touch (nor ever one iota away from the warm embrace of the Mother Tree).
Trees actually do of course shade each other and steal each other’s water. There is competition in the plant world! (Another proof that there is no perfect analogy for love on this heartless planet). Yet unlike trees, which compete for light and food, in our perfect default soul state, we literally want for nothing. We have it all. Every thought we have should be a prayer of thankfulness for the very air we breathe, because each breath is a sacred reminder of the endless availability of love. And just like air, when you want more—any time you may want more—you can always access love. It’s yours for the taking: you need it, so you are forever guaranteed that it will never run out. And it is free.
We live in love, thanks to an invisible matrix, hidden like buried fungal filaments, secretly linking us all in a halo of pure blessing.
A Message of Interconnected LOVE from my 2017 LBL Hypnosis Session
“A pebble dropped in Japan will be… experienced in California, through the dynamics of wave power. So the tiny pebble of love I drop when I feel love for that homeless man magnifies and moves at the speed of light to the other side of the globe, so someone in Siberia suddenly woke up feeling wonderful. That little sensation is universal. Waves emanate from their source; we emanate from our Source. And as we express love, even the slightest little twinge, we are emulating our Source; we are reaching back and touching the tree trunk. We are just branches of love. But no branch can deny that it’s a branch off a tree.”
An Electric Connection
Remember the last time you got shocked by static electricity? This is supposedly caused by friction from the carpet. But suppose for a moment that static electricity was a kind of “force field” that enveloped the Earth and connected the entire Universe in an invisible silk wrapper of timeless love. Each brief static shock from your carpet would serve as a gentle reminder of a memory more ancient than time itself—a memory of the ONE force that unites us all. Each mild twinge would be a “zap” from the ancients, hinting at our infinite communion with everything that ever was: the love that unites all creation. We would weep with joy at every little stab of memory—if we recognized it.
Think of a shimmering ocean of transcendent living water that is silently undulating and extending itself forever as an eternal gift to the Universe. It connects us all and nourishes us all and in fact it IS us all, living and extending its universal compassion infinitely in the present moment. Here on Earth we are nothing more than temporary manifestations—potted plants helplessly marooned in pots of loveless manure—but in reality, we exist and extend forever in this carpet of ecstatic living love. We are golden atoms in a perfectly flat gold table that is one atom thick, stretching forever—eclipsing time and space—so that none of us is ever any higher than any other, yet all of us collectively, reach and indeed eclipse the stars.
There is an invisible force in the air that fuels all things. This is love, and this is all we should think about, because it is all that we are. There is no “subject” other than this love, because there is nothing but this love. The universality and perfect availability of this infinite golden matrix should fill us with joy.1 Love is perfectly ubiquitous, so there is no point in saying we are “loved”, because that point is laughably redundant. We exist only because we are loved, and since love is everywhere, we are everywhere, and since love is everything, we are everything. Existence is synonymous with being loved… and loving. There is no place in the universe where love is not the dominant paradigm—although our earthly egos would have us believe that there are crannies on Earth where love enters not. Living “lovelessly” is a contradiction in terms, a forgetting of our most basic mission. As earthlings, we have temporarily forgotten how to “do” love, and in our amnesia we feel lost, untethered, unwanted and alone. In our forgetfulness, we are a seemingly neglected potted plant, unwatered and forgotten, in the desert of life’s abandoned and desiccated dreams. But it is impossible for us to be unloved, and we have never, ever been alone.
As I look at it, “Earth-love” is like talking to one person. Heaven’s love is like singing simultaneously to all awareness in the entire universe—knowing with 100% certainty that they will sing back. As we adjust our frame of reference to include all people and all things within our circle of love, we will universalize our loving. This is how we slowly re-approach love after, somewhere in our ancient past, we mistakenly ran away from it.
Each and every humble chrysalis will produce a butterfly, and each and every ugly cygnet will become a magnificent swan. Likewise, each of us will succeed at this transformation, because we can’t lose at this game.
We have never been loved less than infinitely—because love doesn’t know anything but infinity. Anytime we feel sad, we should remember that sadness is an absolutely impossible notion, and we should not believe ourselves capable of it. Sadness is a choice, but it is not our only choice. We chose sadness, and in so doing, we abandoned love, fuelled by our ego’s fires of guilt and fear. Our paranoid schizophrenia was turbo-charged by a sense that all this isolation and alienation was somehow irreversible. Yet this thinking is false. Reversing our separation mind-set (i.e. that we are separate “people”) in favor of unity is the most natural thing in the world, and one day, we will be amazed to realize how long we stubbornly clung to our self-imposed abandonment, for no reason. We can always choose the Oneness of love.
We are One. We are not forlorn individual pieces of flotsam, bobbing on the tides of discontent and fear. We are the ocean itself, and nothing can harm us. We are mightier than the tectonic plates that smash together and produce enormous earthquakes. We are vaster than our own galaxy. As One, we never need fear for a moment.
And all this is true because love is infinite, and we are love.
What isn’t LOVE?
The best way to talk about what love is, is to talk about what it isn’t. For one, it isn’t something you see in a Valentine’s Day card. It isn’t something one person says to another—Oneness means that there are no other people—it is something we ARE. It isn’t directional; it flows in every direction constantly. It has no dimensions and it never reduces—no matter how many times it is given away, it only grows. It manifests itself only as is offered to all people equally, shared between sisters and brothers who are eternally united in peace.
Of course, nothing matching that description exists in this world. No one here would have any idea what to do with it, because they would have no frame of reference for evaluating it by comparison with anything on Earth. Confronting it would mean accepting its inexhaustible nature; it is like some rarefied golden mist that costs nothing, yet is worth everything—and causes itself to multiply the more it is given away. Its beauty can only be beheld by those whose eyes are ready for its splendour. With our downcast earthen eyes, we never notice it, yet love surrounds us always, protecting us like a holy halo painted over a saintly head in an ancient gilded icon.
The very existence of love means that we never need to fear anything, because love is “a law without an opposite” as the Course in Miracles would say. The perfection of its very existence proves that there is nothing to fear anywhere. Because love is One, it means there is no “space” anywhere in the universe for anything else, and there is no concept that could be alien to it, because love is all that is and all that will ever be.
This isn’t a matter of taste, opinion or point of view. No one who, upon becoming enlightened and suddenly perceiving love, would ever want anything else, since it is literally our only choice, being infinitely desirable. There aren’t people out there who would “reject” love, because love is inevitable. The mind that is ready to perceive love knows already that it is ONE. It accepts love like an ancient tabernacle accepts its gilded key—and as it does so, everything else reaches perfect fulfilment in an infinite sacred circle.
A Message of Directionless LOVE from my 2017 LBL Hypnosis Session
“It’s not a vector in one direction. We can’t isolate off one portion of humanity and say ‘I love only one group.’ I can’t like tall trees better than short trees. Make your love a randomizer. Your love must be directionless. I love everyone in a directionless way.
We should focus less on things that move in one direction. Everything that matters moves simultaneously in every direction, in every dimension, including time. Make your love extend everywhere in random ways, constantly. ‘I love you’ is an absolutely meaningless phrase. ‘I love’ is the only way it can be used. And we all love, but we have just forgotten. Without direction and without dimension, is the only way we can love.”
Conclusion: A Dog’s Love
While I was an executive in Japan, I learned a bit about traditional Japanese culture. The first day on the job, a young Japanese recruit learns how to bow. Yet bowing in Japan is not just about bowing: it is about sizing up the person in front of you to determine how low to bow. In traditional thinking, “unimportant” or junior people merit only a perfunctory nod, whereas VIPs or important clients get the fully horizontal royal treatment. Consequently, the life of the young hire in Japan is one of learning to size up everyone around herself to assess where to place them in the pecking order. But we are all like this: we are constantly sizing up everyone.
Now contrast this with the trusting, egalitarian love of a dog. Your dog can walk into the room and befriend the ugliest person, or the prettiest; the richest or the poorest. Your dog doesn’t care about your fast car; he just wants your love. He does not care about rank or social status. My dog will bring his ball to the homeless guy nursing his bottle of cheap wine as soon as the wealthy guy watching his kid play tennis.
Imagine if you could love like a dog…you would have no preconceptions or stereotypes. You would have no authority problem with anyone “above” you—because no one would be above you. You would have no competitive urges towards your peers—because you would, finally, truly understand equality. And you would feel no condescension towards anyone in temporarily more “humble” circumstances. In short, you would not understand the concept of relative positioning at all. Nothing but love would matter. And with this, you would have unearthed a tiny kernel of the infinite gift of Heaven, hidden in the dim gloaming of our selfish and care-worn world.
If you could concentrate that impartial dog-love and shine it, share it, radiate it, in every direction at the speed of light, imagine how you could change the universe.
And you might have learned, in that magical instant, a marvellous truth from Lesson 355 of A Course in Miracles:
I need not wait an instant more to be at peace forever.
1 But it typically doesn’t, partly because we persist in seeing ourselves as “unloved,” which is patently impossible, and partly because we persist in chasing the earth’s temporary satisfactions.