The way you alchemize a soulless world into a sacred world is by treating everyone as if they were sacred until the sacred in them remembers.
sarah durham wilson
Every single one of us has a heart.
What heart means to each of us varies according to how “heart” is drawn on our unique and personal Map of the Universe. For the most clinical among us the heart is a simple biological blood pump. In various degrees, heart is most commonly seen as a symbol of care, compassion, or romantic love. At the other end of the spectrum where we find the prophet, the sage, and the Bodhisattva; heart is regarded as the sacred within each of us – a node on a network of Love through which we connect to one another universally, as well as to the One Heart that embodies the Oneness Duality. The One Heart – aka Heart of hearts – represents “that which cannot be named” in the metaphorical ‘form’ of Divine Love: the sole force in the Universe.
Angel Boligan – Transfusion
In our current configuration as humans, most all of us exist from moment to moment, day after day, with a subliminal existential discomfort – a hidden longing for the Divine Love that surges forth from the Heart of hearts that is meant to connect one another everywhere. Yet it remains hidden – as precious few of us are truly aware of this Love – within us all at all times – no matter how sincerely we mouth the word ‘love’. We endure each day with a subconscious hole in us begging to be filled.
This longing renders many of us as hungry ghosts – interminably trying to fill that hole with blind faith, token relationships, possessions, greed, power, and all manner of indulgence – empty impotent substitutes for the Divine Love our heart ceaselessly aches for. As a humanity groping through metaphysical darkness, we distract ourselves endlessly in vain efforts to anesthetize the perpetual longing – like rats in a cage all suffering from the same deprivation, we mindlessly turn on each other too often in desperation when our distractions fade or dissolve.
Upon its discovery, Divine Love resolves our longing – thereafter manifested within us as well as in our presence.
As long as we all cling to the delusional separate self that egocentricity demands, we shall continue to suffer, individually and collectively. Throughout our millennia long consensus reality, suffering has been universally rationalized as an immutable “just the way it is”. This need not be so. The global disruption of the 21st c. presents an opportunity to expedite our evolution to an inherently joyful new construct inhabited by a reconfigured humanity. Creating a catalyst(s) to forge this new construct is our most important task at hand.
It is time we discover our Heart of hearts, and welcome the Divine Love pulsing through it!
The heart learns a new art of feeling. Such friendship is neither cerebral nor abstract. In Celtic tradition, the anam cara was not merely a metaphor or ideal. It was a soul-bond that existed as a recognized and admired social construct. It altered the meaning of identity and perception. When your affection is kindled, the world of your intellect takes on a new tenderness and compassion… You look and see and understand differently.
Whispers from the Heart Sandra Cass
Initially, this can be disruptive and awkward, but it gradually refines your sensibility and transforms your way of being in the world. Most fundamentalism, greed, violence, and oppression can be traced back to the separation of idea and affection.
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The anam cara perspective is sublime because it permits us to enter this unity of ancient belonging.
Divine Love is distinguished from human loves in this supremely important particular, it is free from partiality. Human loves cling to a particular object to the exclusion of all else, and when that object is removed, great and deep is the resultant suffering to the one who loves. Divine Love embraces the whole universe, and, without clinging to any part, yet contains within itself the whole, and he who comes to it by gradually purifying and broadening his human loves until all the selfish and impure elements are burnt out of them, ceases from suffering. It is because human loves are narrow and confined and mingled with selfishness that they cause suffering
No suffering can result from that Love which is so absolutely pure that it seeks nothing for itself. Nevertheless, human loves are absolutely necessary as steps toward the Divine, and no soul is prepared to partake of Divine Love until it has become capable of the deepest and most intense human love. It is only by passing through human loves and human sufferings that Divine Love is reached and realized.
All human loves are perishable like the forms to which they cling; but there is a Love that is imperishable, and that does not cling to appearances.
All human loves are counterbalanced by human hates; but there is a Love that admits of no opposite or reaction; divine and free from all taint of self, that sheds its fragrance on all alike.
Human loves are reflections of the Divine Love, and draw the soul nearer to the reality, the Love that knows neither sorrow nor change.
In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all these people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. It was like waking from a dream of separateness, of spurious self-isolation in a special world. . . .
This sense of liberation from an illusory difference was such a relief and such a joy to me that I almost laughed out loud. . . . I have the immense joy of being man, a member of a race in which God Himself became incarnate. As if the sorrows and stupidities of the human condition could overwhelm me, now that I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.
Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . But this cannot be seen, only believed and ‘understood’ by a peculiar gift.
I believe in an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos. Thousands of them perish in obscurity, a few are great names. They are sensitive for others as well as for themselves, they are considerate without being fussy, their pluck is not swankiness but the power to endure, and they can take a joke…
Their temple… is the holiness of the Heart’s affections, and their kingdom, though they never possess it, is the wide-open world.
Beau Says Know 