I’ve just come across notes I made in the middle of a powerful spiritual experience.
Finding myself in an Ocean of Love was an event that occurred sometime after a heart opening I had on Mar. 13, 2015.
I found the notes the other day in the course of research on a different subject.
Love is the Way, the Truth, and the Life
I’ve just had a spiritual experience that I made notes of as it happened. Thank heavens I did. Had I not, I’m not sure that I’d have remembered it.
Do I know how long it will remain with me? No, I don’t. Every spiritual experience short of Sahaja Samadhi is temporary so this one quite likely will leave. So I’d best leave a record.
I was lying down reading when I suddenly found myself in a blue setting like a room, the Mother’s sky blue, when suddenly the blue wall burst and love flowed everywhere.
This was ambrosia. It was nectar. It was the living waters.
Was this a part of the tsunami of love? I think it’s a safe bet to say yes. One version of it, I’m sure.
Let me pick up where I began making notes:
At this moment, I’m seeing love everywhere. I’m immersed in an Ocean of Love, drowned and come alive!
I see that love is everything and love has become everything.
And I am a part of that everything and so I must be love as well.
At this moment I recognize love. I’m aware of it. I experience it.
My essence is love. For however long the moment lasts, I know that I am love.
Love is everything of value. Everything that exists. Every reward we could ever want or would ever ask for. It satisfies completely.
Love is the way, the truth, and the life.
I am love. Everything is love. Love has become everything.
Love is Everything
I’m still blown away, hours later.
I could marry love. Since love is everything, I’d still leave plenty for everyone else.
I surrender to love. Genderless love, as all love is. Universal love, overflowing love, endless love.
I let go of everything old, all remnants of my personality.
Every boyfriend or girlfriend, partner or spouse we’ve ever had? We were only ever seeking love.
And sometimes chemistry happened and it was there. And sometimes not.
Every taste of love is an invitation, not to open to the other person, as great as that is, as much as to open to love.
I’ve seen that love is everything and I’ll never forget it.
I am love and I am everything.
How could it be otherwise? And how could it be otherwise for you?
Love is all we could ever possibly want. Love is all we could ever possibly be.
How much truth can we stand?
Love is the truth. Love has become everything.