And all along, I’m learning new things about it. Here’s a few.
I really discovered the value today of sending one’s blissful energy down into the core of Gaia.
I carried that out, really intending and really using my creative imagination.
I was on a city bus and outrageously blissful and I didn’t know what I could do to keep to myself away from dense vibrations without losing my bliss by resisting.
I went inwards and began to meditate on the bus. I was guided in my meditation to take my bliss and send it deep down into the core of Gaia.
I found that, the deeper I sent it, the more anchored I felt. I saw, at the level of realization, that the degree that I felt anchored in life was directly proportional to the depth I sank my blissful energy into the core of Gaia. I had an experience of it and a realization (which is of course made easier by bliss itself).
It wasn’t until I saw how stable and satisfying it felt that I saw that I had been ignoring the whole field of bliss’s depth. I’d been thinking of bliss as only soaring aloft. But it has a whole different quality when sunk down into the Earth.
That showed me that the way I was thinking about bliss limited it. It also demonstrated that I could use some mentoring in managing bliss because I don’t have a user’s manual.
As I walked along the street today, I felt myself suddenly overwhelmingly grateful for this ongoing experience of bliss. And I heard myself say that from that moment on I will do nothing that impedes the flow of bliss. The days of my ratty behavior are over. Why would I want to jeopardize this?
[The next day…]
I learn something new about bliss each day I’m in it. I emerged from a meeting of a team I participate in absolutely swimming in bliss.
And on that occasion I learned to allow bliss to sweep through my body and transform every cell. I allowed the cells to lock in the memory of bliss, to allow themselves to be drenched with it and colored by it.
Now I feel bliss, not just in my head region, but throughout my body.
And again I send bliss down into the core of Gaia to be anchored there. That increases my sense of substantiality – in a gender-free way, by the way. I cease to be a featherweight, flighty, afraid.
At this moment I feel love for all the world. And that takes me to a door that I cannot enter and continue to write after.
I choose to continue writing. That’s what I’m here for. The rest can come later. There’s more territory here to explore.
Bliss is no respecter of paradigms, belief systems, interests, etc. It will as happily borrow from one as from the other, to make a point. It may bestow itself on someone adjudged to be not worthy of it. It may withhold itself from someone adjudged to be worthy.
Bliss has to be of another dimension. Third Dimensionality cannot exist in bliss. Judging is gone. Hating is gone. Anger is gone. Anything harsh is gone. It definitely feels like a new dimension of experience and it definitely does not include the old.
In bliss, it’s as if there’s no room for negative or unwanted emotions. That’s one way of seeing it.
You could say that bliss drowns out the other emotions. You could say it lifts one above them. One could use various metaphors. What they all have in common is that, while one is in bliss, unwanted emotions are gone, absent.
At the same time, it allows me to exercise my will and experience any emotions I have a compassionate desire to experience. I have some manoeuvring room.
For instance, it allows me to experience a modulated degree of righteous indignation when I hear that pensioners in an American state had their pensions cut in half as part of an elaborate scheme to claw back pension funds in America. I was not aware of the organized attempt, but it sounded plausible from the article.
In any case, I watched the rise of righteous indignation and saw that it could not get near the core of me. I experienced it out more on the peripheries of my field of awareness, as was the case with transformative love and unwanted feelings. Both transformative love and bliss keep unwanted conditions away, but, of the two, bliss is … what metaphor will I use? Denser a love medium? A more resistant barrier? A significant obstruction to unwanted conditions? Unwanted conditions cannot penetrate the bliss that surrounds me at these times.
That being the case, it was no problem for me to release the emotion back into the Ethernet, the Great Beyond, the Void.
Right now, I feel drunk on bliss. Usually, when I feel this way, I have trouble walking. I’m almost reeling. That’s the report from my inner gyroscope.
As long as I’m seated, I feel wafted aloft on a river of the finest, gossamer waves of bliss. I’m floating down the river as one would on a great salt lake, remaining on the surface without effort, without concern. All I’m aware of internally is the flow of bliss. I have no desire to be aware of anything else or to be anywhere else.
Exactly this outcome was what Archangel Michael said motivated my guides to measure out bliss. Too much and I’d stop writing, he told me. And I agree. Much more than this and I may … not stop writing … more fail to remember it. Who I am. Where I am.
So I’m surfing – getting out into the water but only as far as prudence and alignment (1) allow.
(1) The need to remain aligned with the whole, to orchestrate, to coordinate. Also the need to have one’s expression remain in the domain of the easily-understandable (Peter Rabbit English) if one’s mission is to serve as a communicational bridge between two parties (terrestrial and galactic).