“The degree and kind of a man’s sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.”
Love Growth and Destruction. Love brings us an opportunity to grow so as to become who we truly are. This also means that love brings us an opportunity to remove what isn’t who we truly are at all. When the chick hatches, it leaves behind the egg shell. When the butterfly leaves the cocoon, it doesn’t take it with them. It is finally free. This is why, for many, love is something with which they cannot afford to engage. They are still waiting for love to enter to where they are, to enter back into the cocoon, to return to the egg. The unnatural nature of that expectation doesn’t occur to them and so they suffer.
Bramachary (Celibacy) as a Precondition for Art. Augustus, the first Roman Emperor, had to institute the Lex Julia (laws of marriage) because no one wanted any part of it. He believed that marriage and the family were the bedrock of society for, at the time, Rome was dealing with rampant rape, violent sexual promiscuity, pedophilia, and various other types of unsavory behavior I don’t need to get into here. Suffice it to say, societal collapse was on the horizon and after Augustus passed, the madness continued, leading Rome into further and deeper decline. Meanwhile, romantic love, an idea that had its Western seeds in early Greek poetry, but began its long illustrious career in the late medieval-early Renaissance period, could only be possible under the misery/repression/boredom of marriage or loneliness due to lack of marriage, death, etc. The Eros of the Greek classical era, the wild orgiastic abandon of that god when mixed with the wine of a Dionysus, had all but vanished – thanks to the power of the Augustus, which was taken up by the Holy Roman Empire and the subsequent cultivation of chivalry and noble morality – from the general public perception. Sexual perversity was something that had to be removed or kept hidden. This “noble lie” as Plato had called it, lead to the burning of books, the concealment of ancient texts in the Vatican, the elimination of the mystery cults from the public consciousness. What this repression gave birth to however was a higher and more elevated expression of the now purified sexual urges. In the Yoga Sutras, this is called Bramacharya (celibacy), which is one of the Yamas (life practices) required for the true practice of yoga. It is a refinement and a purification of the sexual drive. This is essential in order to allow for a deeper more divine expression of sexuality. Historically, this unleashed and orgasmic explosion in science, philosophical thought, poetry, art, and music in the Renaissance. We in the modern age believe that absolute sexual freedom is more natural than repression, but the truth is the opposite. We become slaves to our physical proclivities first, and if we do not prevent that slavery first and foremost, we will never be able to attain the heights of wisdom and beauty that was say we wish to attain.
Technosexuality. Modern culture’s sexuality is what I call technosexuality. It’s perversity is for the most part publicly expressed and admitted inside the popularity of digitalized porn and sex robots, violently sexual movies and Netflix series, obsession with digitized bodies of women and men, etc. This kind of digital perversion also drives addiction to social media/Internet as a way to “find love” and “friends” and “acceptance”. “Look at me” is no longer look at “me”. Instead it is “look at my image”. But is there any difference for some? This superficial preoccupation of such a large part of the population is like giving millions of toddlers an iPad and permanently adhering it to their hands- they are happy and quiet and leave the rest of us alone. The ones who are not happy and make a lot of noise – those are the ones who will have to do a lot of hard and painful work in order to save themselves from this matrix.
So Called Self-Love. When most people refer to self-love, they are referring to a way of being that avoids what displeases them and chases what pleases them. A life of avoidance and chasing is not what constitutes self-love. Running from and chasing things or people is self-sabotage, self-defense, other-offense, and general misery for all. A dog, too frightened and too scared to give or receive affection, too wounded to open its heart, is not practicing self-love.
Cheap Imitations. True love is divine love. All other kinds of love are cheap imitation copies that create co-dependency, limitation, bondage, lies, fears, pain, and so-called self-love which is actually just a love of one’s own ball and chain.
Love is. Love is not a person, nor is it an emotion or an action. Love is your relationship to the world, in all its parts and in its whole. If you hate one part, you hate the whole. If you lie about half, it is entirely a lie. If you feel you lack love, you will find little abundance in the stars.
You are a Universe. Don’t imagine that you are smaller than that, unless you are infinitely smaller.
Tragi-comedy. We feel good about our suffering in love as long as there is comedy to help us make light of it. Most people don’t want to admit or remember that the comic mask is just an upside down tragedy. Behind the jokes and the self-deprecating laughter is pain equal to or beyond measure of all the smiles of the world. Comedy is always a reaction to tragedy. One does not exist without the other. One cannot be present without the other. There is a ferocious bite in the wide toothy grin.
Detachment: Shake and Break. Comedy can be one of a number of possible first steps towards awareness around a situation or a state of being. First and foremost it requires an artistic talent or a keen eye to make light of a circumstance that would otherwise be too difficult to bear. And although the comic and lighter perspective does not offer the truth of a situation or being, it does unveil the unreality of its previous seriousness in the form of tragedy. When comedy makes light of tragedy, the tragedy appears to dissolve as if it were never there at all. The court jester lightens the king’s load. What this effects is quite powerful, for the individual gets the impression that the dark tragic perspective is not actually a reality at all and perhaps there is another more suitable one. A wise man or woman would see this and perhaps launch themselves into a search for the truth. Most, however, need a significant amount of incubation time before they seek such truth. Instead, they might be lead to believe that the comic perspective is the true perspective. But this kind of elevation gives seriousness to the comedy which is a bit like trying to make candy with salt instead of sugar. Such a recipe easily leads to a particularly unsavory and distasteful mode of behavior and manner of speaking. We know these types who emerge: class clowns, jokers, irresponsibility, irreverence, joblessness, despair, political activism, and – full circle -, dramatic expression and outburst, anger, venom. There is of course the accompanying possibility of a mind refuting the comic perspective entirely as being unsavory, perhaps on moral or religious grounds, which leads to a reversion back to the ponderous seriousness of one’s old perspective and being. We know these types: stodgy, inflexible, prideful, stubborn, arrogant, boring, silently anxious, bowel disturbances, and a private love of toilet humor. Either way, this back and forth between laughter (or avoidance of laughter) and tears will continue ad infinitum until the soul manages to extricate itself from both of these equally false realities. The individual, shaken back and forth, will be as an hourglass, with the sand being forced from one side to the other, and quite violently, until the glass suddenly breaks completely due to a combination of their surrendered ego and divine intervention. This surrender and intervention will finally release both the sand and the force of a soul who was only eager to free of the absurdity once and for all. This is the true nature and presentation of detachment which is a process of growth, awareness, and love which finally leads to bliss. The process is not peaceful in any way shape or form. It creates bi-polarized energies, emotional swings, friction, despair, surrender (to the divine), followed by complete collapse of what has kept the soul imprisoned for so many years and/or lifetimes. Namaste.
Potty humor arises out of shame. It is a truly low vibrational, reactive type of entertainment that most people enjoy. Watch the face of a dog as he tries to be discreet while doing his business with his owner watching. If a dog were a comedian, he would mainly tell food, poop, and fart jokes.
Afraid of What We Want. We are strange beings who are afraid to have what we want and so choose to simply purchase easier, cheaper, and less risky imitations of it. It is challenging to grow flowers. Much easier to buy them or – better yet – buy fake ones. Even easier: forget about them completely. We are no different in matters of love. We want it to be given to us, like we give it to our dogs. We don’t want to do the work, but we love to expend energy in complaining and creating art concerning how miserable love is. Love Stinks yeah yeah.
Love of Many Names and Blames. Love is the god of many names, but it is in English identified with a single word. The reasons for this are complex, but I will try to make it simple. We want to believe love is as effortless as a few unchallenged expectations and a contract either written or implied. Love, we all imagine, is being or doing in a specific way. Love, we think, is anthropocentric and adheres or should adhere to our social norms, rules, and regulations. Love, we assert, must conform to our conscious desires. And so, to reflect our desire for simplification, we give a single label to love, and we apply all of its constrictions to all possible loves. But when a possible love falls apart in relation to our expectations and attempts, we then begin the pain and the misery. We will most of the time launch our entire being into blaming ourselves or our partners for this injustice done to us; perhaps we will even blame society and love itself. But upon whomever we cast blame, we rarely stop to think that perhaps our definition of love is what is to blame, not the people involved, and certainly not love.
Love is calling. Love calls to you every day. How deep have you buried your heart so that you no longer have to hear it’s cry?
Self-empowerment/Self-Love. There are many books written by self-proclaimed love authorities. All of them are calls to “love yourself”. What they say sounds more or less correct, however what they are doing is simply fanning the flames of a fire that is already burning the house down. An individual who is most likely running from love and creating a life fueled by fear and limitation, is being told to love themselves at all costs. Well, burn on.
The First Sacrifice of Love. The first sacrifice love demands of you is for you to recognize that your definition of love has permeated your life in every aspect and in every dimension. It has become a fractal of sorts and it has replicated into your relationships with yourself, with others, with art, and with entire universe. Yes, your definition of love has cosmological significance. It is a definition that was formed either in a previous life, or in the current one when you were very young. Most of us are in fact walking around with very childlike views on what love should look like, childlike views that were reflected back to us from our parents, the television, movies, teachers, friends.
Love of Art. Your consciousness in regards to what love is perpetuates and replicates itself inside the mass consciousness. Those who are powerful “thought leaders”, such as artists and writers and philosophers, are the ones who move this mass consciousness more powerfully than the rest of the consumers or carriers. It is for that reason that care must be taken on the part of artists to become aware of the nature of this power they are wielding. The nature of it is related to the power of love itself. In other words, the expression of artists and theaters is what directs the form of love as it manifests in the world. As such, it directs the form and perception of the universe, as something we are either related to or something that we are cut off from.
Responsibility. Love grants you responsibility. Your relationship to it will determine the nature of your world and the world of those you can’t even imagine. You have no choice in this. You send out anger about love, you will create more anger. You send out pain? You will create more pain. If you choose anger and pain, maybe you should stay inside, away from the children. The children have had enough pain. You remember, don’t you?
Sour Grapes. People still relate to the world as if it were a friendship gone sour. The greater the ignorance of nature, the greater the fear; and as fear arises, so do all the barriers against love.
Failing at Love Again. Many of us removed God from our belief system because he failed to give us the love we wanted. Who did we replace him with? Could it be the ego who has taken the crown? Whoever he or she is, she is failing us as well. And miserably I might add.