Love. What is it?
A child demands it from his mother. The mother wants it from her husband. The husband wants it from his wife. And so it goes.
But another kind of love begins as a gentle current, emanating from the innermost planes. Undifferentiated. Itís the love that keeps planets on course as they hurtle through space, the glue that binds together atomic forces so matter can manifest in various dimensions. Itís the creative current, forming and dissolving realities in all universes. Itís forever flowing, forever talking to us, and if we pay attention, we can hear it.
Itís the small voice that protects you from harm when you follow its nudgings. Itís a scream when you forget to listen. Itís a smile when you least expect it. In my case itís a
cat named Doodle.
He came in the form of a gray striped kitten, the bully of a litter. When he arrived home he hid under the bed. We gradually introduced ourselves, and one night he jumped on my solar plexus just as I was falling asleep. I bolted upright, not sure where I was. The next two nights he repeated his behavior (as did I) and I realized he was pouncing on a sparkling ďtoyĒ Ė my light body as it was leaving for its nightly travels.
In the morning I sat down to do a spiritual exercise and as I closed my eyes the cat began to yowl. He continued for a week, distracting me from my contemplations. Finally, exasperated, I asked what he was trying to tell me. (It was one of those times when I couldnít hear spiritís whisper so I had to hear it scream).
The cat only wanted to sit on my lap and contemplate with me. It wanted me to know I should actively send love to the source of all, rather than just sit and wait for something to happen. And it wanted to send its love too.
Actively sending love provides a return pathway for Inner Teachers to send you messages of understanding when you need them.
As my growth widens, I get trapped by my own beliefs. I had thought that the more you learn spiritually the more controlled your emotions become. Perhaps I assumed you eventually lose them altogether. So the Creative Current decided to break through my assumptions.
For no apparent reason I was suddenly happy. Then I felt a deep sorrow that lasted for days. I didnít know what was going on. I looked into the eyes of my cat and he sent me non-verbal information that I was connected to all life, and I sensed the whole universe as a living presence.
During those days everything was tender, colors were more vibrant and everything became my teacher. It was during those days that love spoke through the eyes of my cat and told me in no uncertain terms that eternity lives in all of us Ė if we only look for it.
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