The Value of the Living-Energy within
the spirit of love, known as glen
In the heart of existence is a love that holds no fear
A love that knows no boundaries
A love that stretches for all eternity
At the centre of this heart is you
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Have you ever contemplated deep within yourself how valuable the living-energy within you is?
Have you ever contemplated deep within yourself who or what this living-energy within you is?
This living-energy, that allows for the space for your breathing to be happening right now, this living-energy that allows for the space for your heart to be beating right now, this living-energy that allows for the space of everything to be as it is right now.
I am here
As the space between each breath of existence that sustains your very being
Do not run from my silence
For even the coldest winter chill is born from my love
By contemplate, I mean going deep within the body to feel or sense this vibrantly alive yet ever so subtle and silent living-energy within you, not to think about it intellectually as the thinking-mind, trying to come up with an answer to the above questions.
No, leave the area of the noisy, know-it-all thinking-mind and journey into the body and simply sit quietly within the body, feeling the space of this living-energy that is allowing for the breath to move freely from within you.
Feel the heart beating, pump, pump, pump, automatically sustaining itself so the body can function and maintain itself while you are here to observe and sense such living-energy within you.
What is this quite-space that is allowing for such miracles to be happening within you right now, just feeling within, imagine how many times in one day that your heart needs to beat? Imagine how many breaths one takes in just one day alone, to experience this dream known as life?
Can you now sense how valuable you are?
Come within, soft petal of the lotus
The sweet summer rains are here for your blossoming
Open and breathe thy eternal love
As the essence, of that which holds the infinite
Forever yours I am
The title of this post is ‘The Value of the Living-Energy within’ and I wish to share an experiment with you, that if one chooses to participate in themselves may be of value to realising and experiencing directly the value of such living-energy within, that I speak of.
It requires three elements:
1. Your attention
2. A little imagination
3. And your participation
The situation is as follows:
Imagine that all of mankind has reached its moment of extinction, from the newest born baby to the oldest living woman/man on the planet, all gone forever in the very same moment.
Imagine that this is the moment mankind faces right now.
Now, imagine that lying on the ground are two shovels. Standing behind the first shovel is a pile of money higher than the eye can see. Imagine every bank note, every bank account, gold/silver coins/bars, cheque books, precious gems, stock market shares, electronic currency units, government and corporate Bonds and anything else that the thinking-mind has invented as being some form of money/currency related instrument, all piled up there behind that shovel, everything.
Now, imagine that standing behind the second shovel is you, nothing else, just you.
All of a sudden a voice is heard coming from the space just in front of you. There appears to be nothing there that the eye can see, only a voice... an invisible voice.
It is the voice of creation talking to you now. The creative space that imagines the stars to be as bright as sparkling diamonds in the night sky, the creative space that gives the birds their songs to sing in the early morning sun, the creative space that imagines the beauty of the rainbows, the beauty and wonder of the planets, the creative space that allows for everything in creation to be as it is in this moment. The creative space that allows for your breathing while your heart continues to beat automatically while reading these words.
Then, all of a sudden, the voice of creation speaks. “In order for mankind to be saved from extinction a 1m x 1m x 1m hole must be dug right now by either one of these two shovels that lie before you, begin.”
So, there you stand the destiny of all mankind at stake. You turn to look at the pile of money to see how it has responded to such an occasion. Surely it will come to save the day, look at it, all the money in existence, there is nothing that it cannot buy, you can buy anything and everything with this pile of money, surely it has value in this moment?
Yet what is it doing?
Why is it doing nothing in such a moment?
Just standing there in its pile, motionless, no help at all, not one bit of care or compassion for mankind’s survival and existence does it reveal, valueless to the survival of all of mankind.
Why is this so?
What has this scenario revealed?
And so, what remains?
Now, imagine, that a feeling of aliveness awakens from deep within you, a pulsing living-energy that impulses you to bend down and pick up that shovel. Then with nothing other than the life force within, you dig with all of your heart’s love for all of mankind, you use the living-energy of creation to show creation that every shovel of dirt that you dig holds more value than all the ‘money’ that the thinking-mind of man can invent or imagine.
If the essence of all of creation has not dreamt you into being, what has?
What is it that lives within you that holds more value than all the money in existence?
Why was it you that picked up that shovel and saved all of mankind and not the money that did it?
So who is the true value of creation?
Is it outside of yourself in the form of material things or within you as who you already are?
Can you sense it within you now?
Imagine, awakening to the realisation, to that which is already within you is infinitely more valuable to creation than all the money in existence, imagine realising that there is nothing in this world that you can buy or hold outside of yourself that holds any more value than who you already are.
What a liberating moment.
All that time, effort and energy put into trying to accumulate things, the little thinking-mind going, “ if I just have a little more money I’ll be happy”, or “if I’m just seen by others as owning this house or car I’ll be noticed and accepted by others”, or “if I just have this fancy title to put at the end of my name I will feel complete”, on and on that little voice goes, there is no end to the hungry ghost.
And so within you exists a hole, 1m x 1m x 1m.
Experience one’s own 1m x 1m x 1m hole directly and the value of the living-energy within transcends all things born into the world of form.
No label can describe me
No title created can control me
Rather kiss the scent of thy wondrous flowers
As if kissing yourself and blossom you will
As a flower whose beauty stretches through all the fields of existence
Like a horizon that never ends
So too will the essence of your flower never wither
So long as the petals of the past are allowed to fall effortlessly to the ground and decay
Home is no place, it is you
Your house within the heartbeat of the divine
Its beat sounding through the breath of silence
A place so subtle, yet so alive
That the imagination of all possibilities stems from its seed of eternal emptiness
Holding the stars in place
Allowing the rainbows to arch where they may
Forming the grass so your feet may feel the perfection of thy creation.
Thank you to Confessions of an Eccentric Bookaholic for accepting this guest post, thank you to all the readers out there and too everyone for being here on Mother Earth in this moment, love knows the way home.
the spirit of love, known as glen
At the peak of his destructive cycle glen was so consumed by addictions, that on any given day saw the abusive consumption of cocaine, MDMA powder, special K, ecstasy, crystal meth, marijuana, prescription drugs (anti-depressants, sleeping pills) and alcohol.
A time that saw him attempting and failing to out race police cars through the streets of a Melbourne suburb one night, to experiencing a near death experience while bleeding out from a glass injury when holidaying overseas, a time of daily self-harming with the prospect of suicide never being far out of reach.
However, through the unconditional love of his parents, glen found himself backpacking though South America where a collection of events and direct experiences with the local people and Mother Earth herself, triggered the beginning stages of what would later become known to him as the shattering and dissolving of the false identity of the illusionary mind-made-self and its “poor me” story.
An inner-journey that awakens the spirit of love, known as glen, to not being a personal identity as such but rather a way of being, a way of simplicity, a way of the heart, a way that embraces and dances with the perfection of the present moment like no other.
You can visit the author’s website at www.spiritoflove.com.au or his Facebook page at www.facebook.com/thespiritoflovebook.
Title: THE SPIRIT OF LOVE
Author: the spirit of love, known as glen
Publisher: Aurora House
Author: the spirit of love, known as glen
Publisher: Aurora House
The Spirit of Love is a collection of short writings, poems and phrases written by a man who took himself into some of the darkest and most destructive depths that one can go with drug and alcohol addictions back in his early twenties.
The collection of writings contained within The Spirit of Love are the result of one man’s healing journey within himself and the deep questioning that has arisen from within it.
With the love, support and guidance of his dear friend Edwina, in helping to bring these writings from the handwritten scribbles on paper to how they are presented today, The Spirit of Love is a reminder that no matter how dark, desperate, alone, helpless or trapped one believes they may be, the sheer beauty of the perfection of life in its totality is silently and patiently living within us all, and its love is so powerful that it can heal anything that has come to pass.