My Chosen Ideal – Steve Beckow

The Blue Hued beautiful Lord Vishnu Oil Painting on Canvas by artist Anup Gomay @ Exotic India


My Chosen Ideal

If it isnโ€™t part of the Divine Plan that each of us should have a chosen ideal, Iโ€™m going to suggest it to God next time I speak to her.

Hindus have a tradition of worshipping a โ€œChosen idealโ€ โ€“ Krishna, Shiva, the Divine Mother, and so on.

For the record, my own chosen ideals are Sri Ramakrishna in his earthly life and Archangel Michael on the other side.

But one doesnโ€™t need to have a chosen ideal in avatars and archangels. One can have a chosen ideal in almost anything, eh?

Well, I was in the shower โ€ฆ as always, one of my shower moments โ€ฆ and I had this realization about me and my chosen ideal in life, my chosen way of being, existence and interface with the world.

The realization was that:ย I was not living in Love.

Oh my Gawd. It was true. I live in lots of other spaces, but not in love. No blame attached. Just whatโ€™s so.

I got at that moment that living in love was my chosen ideal among ways of being to choose from.

Without love, whatโ€™s left? Happiness is the best it gets. Thatโ€™s Ok, but not a home run.

Donโ€™t forget that, with the heart opening of 2015 (now subsided), I crossed a bridge between not knowing what real, authentic, higher-dimensional love was to knowing. I actually know what love is now. Once crossed over, one never forgets something like that.

And Iโ€™m not living in it.ย Factor in that my short-term memory remains atrocious so Iโ€™m in the shower, racing to get to the computer before all this passes into the sea of forgetfulness.

I am not living in loveย โ€“ and I realize it. I canโ€™t hide its full implications from myself any longer.

In 1976, six weeks into a three-month encounter group at Cold Mountain Institute, I got, as a realization, that I was out of touch with my feelings. I ran down the path, shouting at the top of my lungs, Iโ€™m out of touch with my feelings.ย  It was a watershed moment.

This one is too. Iโ€™ve talked about this on other occasions, but from an intellectual standpoint. Iโ€™ve said that the experience of love has subsided. Iโ€™ve said that I can still get wisps of it, that are fulfilling โ€“ which remains true. Iโ€™ve said Iโ€™ll never forget what I learned. All very wistful. But no love there.

But I get it now at the level of realization:ย I am not living in love.

Oh my heavens.

Immediately the question arises: Well, why not?


Gratitude to all artists. Any queries or information please contact me, Shekinahย  ย 

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