O, how we search, aching and longing, fighting off despair day after day, weary of this world filled with hatred and fear. Even those who have long given up the search, and have made some uncomfortable facsimile of “peace” with the transactional tit-for-tat that passes for love in this world, even these folks have an ancient memory of the redemptive power of Love, and somewhere deep beneath their icy carapaces, a knowing waits.
With hungry eyes, we walk through our days, hoping to see nectar, somewhere, anywhere. The joy of a small child, the tender affection of a pet, a patch of beautiful nature, an unexpected kindness from stranger or friend — all these might lift our hearts for a moment. Yet in the space of a breath, the cares of this place weight us down again, and we come to believe these brief, sparkling moments are our only solace in the unrelenting darkness.
The ancient teachings from all traditions implore us again and again to look within, reminding us that the Source we seek is there, some mysterious how, inside us. But when we turn within, all we hear are the carping voices, berating us and everyone else for all our shortcomings, insisting relentlessly that we are not worthy of love, insinuating that Love doesn’t really exist, that It’s just another child’s fairy tale. And if It does indeed exist, well, we need merely look around to see It must be weak, and powerless to overcome the endless obstacles of this place.
So say the first inner voices we encounter, in despairing or contemptuous tones.
It is through this inner realm that we must pass, quailing and quivering and so very unsure of ourselves. Our only strength? A child’s heart, filled with the soft glow of an ancient knowing: the dimmest memory that Love is.
As we enter this realm of the first inner voices, as they attack us in anger and fear, we must simply stand and answer, even in a tiny voice: Love is. And though our voices may tremble, and our knees, yet we stand with the adorable stubbornness of a small child and say again: Love IS.
Now, I’d like to tell you that these voices melt away at this tender show of strength, but that’s not how things work around this place. You may succeed in quieting them for a moment, but they see that the Child’s Heart is awakening, and they know, more than you ever could, that an awakened Heart is their doom.
So they will come, and come again, and after each victory you experience, they will rise up stronger. And their source, which is nonlocal — shared in a mysterious quantum way throughout human consciousness — will seem to bring attack from ‘outside’ you. Betrayal, heartbreak, attack. Attack, heartbreak, betrayal. They will bring you to your knees, crushed and weeping, again and again and again. They will do all they can to destroy your hope, your fledgling belief in Love.
Yet, every time you find yourself on your knees — you catch your breath, assess your wounds, and make your way to your feet again.
You recognize this pattern, yes?
And you recognize that each time you stand — my o my — but you are stronger than before. Your child’s heart beats more robustly and steadily, its glow now brighter. And its potent light begins to shine from deep within your eyes. You know you’ve not yet vanquished the forces within you that keep you from Love, but there’s a bit of cockiness in you now.
You look within, and with a level gaze you whisper, “Bring it on.”
That cockiness arises from your growing awareness that with each victory, your belief in Love has grown stronger, because Love has won every time.
Yep. Quiet, meek, peaceful “do-nothing” Love has seen you through every battle. It has replaced your wounds with healing. It has melted every opposition into ItSelf. Fear vanishes in Its presence. Compassionate understanding for yourself, and for everyone else, flows ever more easily through your awareness.
And, now, you look with fresh eyes on the ancient teachings from all traditions that remind you of your Source: You arise from the Source of All, and that Source is Love.
Love is. You are Love.
With this, you have found the Well of Living Waters within you. You have made conscious connection with your Divine Source. There may be battles ahead, you may yet forget, and forget again, that you’ve found the Well. But each forgetting makes it easier to remember.
And once you are safely Home, even for one sweet holy moment, you simply never wander as far as you once did.
Love flows through you, as you, into this world.
And everything, everything, is redeemed.