Before I Knew What Love Was – Part 2/3

Dreamwork ~ Artist Wen Hsu


Before I Knew What Love Was – Part 2/3

(Continued from Part 1, yesterday.)

You’d have to be blind not to see the difference between me then and me now.

The dividing line in my life was the heart opening of March 13, 2o15. After that, I knew what love is. (1)

That was the line in the sand. Life was never again the same.

What was it the Buddha said? Better to give up kingdoms in three dimensions than to give up the Buddha Nature – which is Love.

How many channeled messages point their fingers at love and say, “There it is. There it is.” But we, from our more ordinary experience of love, do not get, do not experience, and do not realize what it is they’re pointing at.

If I were to find a metaphor, I’d say that life in the Third/Fourth Dimension is like swimming in water versus life on the dry land of the Fifth.

We have to work to get anywhere and the speeds we can attain – speed of thought, speed of emotional experience, pace of realizations if we ever reach them – are slowed by the density of the medium.

What follows is not a metaphor. This is a report from an out-of-body experience I had in 1977.  I mention it to provide a second view of the density which the physical body in the Third-Dimensional density impedes any refined experience.

I fully experienced re-entering my body after a lucid dream and went through the process of the spirit moving from “inside” to “outside,” so to speak.

Upon first arriving, I was not looking out through my eyes. But when consciousness shifted from being inside to being outside, I found  myself looking out through the body’s eyes.

In the process I got to experience the spirit before it “re-entered” the physical body and after.  I can testify that the spirit body metaphorically is softer than the down at the base of a feather.  The physical body, in contrast, is as dense as India rubber.

Very few of the feelings from my spirit body penetrated the dense medium that the physical body is.

So we have to realize that we’re swimming in a dense medium. It’s density makes it very difficult to experience a highly-refined state such as real love.

(Concluded in  Part 3, tomorrow.)


(1) See “Submerged in Love,” March 14, 2015, at

Archangel Michael: The heart opening is the blessing in which you became more clearly aware of your infinite, eternal Self.

Steve Beckow: It didn’t happen in a blinding light or anything.

AAM: No, it did not. It happened in the quiet of the day and the night. (Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Apr. 24, 2015.)


Gratitude to all artists. Any queries, please contact me, Shekinah

Before I Knew What Love Was – Part 1/3 – Steve Beckow

Lavender Visions ~ Artist Christina Dehoff


Before I Knew What Love Was – Part 1/3

Before I knew what love was, I didn’t know that I didn’t know what love was.

But you know, I think back on the West Coast Express with Kathleen, which was a real highpoint in my life, and I wasn’t able to let the wonder of it all in.

Here we were being supported to go from town to town and meet the family, so to speak, and I, who knew nothing of love then, really got only half the picture – if that.

And I was in complete mystery about what was missing.

What was missing was love, I see years later. At that time in my life I didn’t know what love was.

Longtime readers know that I’m speaking of Fifth-Seventh Dimensional love, real love, my meditation guru used to call it. (1)

He spent a lifetime of service and meditation to know that real love. And here we are and it’s handed to us on a silver platter.

Before I knew what real love was, I always asked myself: Is this all there is? I wanted more like a hungry animal.

As a young academic, I stepped on so many paradigms that I was lucky to leave under my own sail.

There had to be more than dinners at the Faculty Club, more than “publish or perish,”  more than the elephant line. (2)

By then, I was finding it impossible to hide the fact that I wanted more in my life. My teeth were chattering: There has to be more than this. Otherwise what am I doing here?

(Continued in Part 2, tomorrow.)


(1) S.N. Goenka.

(2) A young elephant grasps their mother’s tail and follows along in her footsteps, so to speak.

Requiring a Ph.D. student to have 90% of his dissertation be along the same lines as his supervisor’s – which was the conventional wisdom of the times –  is like asking them to take hold of his tail and follow him around. I found that too confining.


Gratitude to all artists. Any queries, please contact me, Shekinah