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The Veda says that there is just one thing. We call this one thing Totality or nature or oneness. It is all that is--the relative world as well as the transcendent and every gradation between the two.
There was a time when the oneness was merely the oneness. Complete unbounded infinity as one thing, without division, without difference. Pure Being. There was no communication, because there was no 'other.' There was no time, no space, no movement. Simply pure Being. What happened is that the oneness became bored with itself. It wanted to have experience. It was lonely. It wanted to have relationship. It was everything. It wanted to feel what it was like not to be everything, to have the sense of growing into itself. So it gave itself the supreme gift of forgetfulness. It gave itself the gift of forgetting its oneness, and in that moment all of this was born. The oneness exploded into multiplicity, into the relative world.
The true gift of multiplicity? The oneness gets to remember itself. It gets to recognize itself again and again through each organ of itself. In human terms we call this experience 'love.' Self looks across at Self, recognizing Self. Namaste.
This is the whole purpose of why we are here. This experience of love. So wherever we find ourself, at this moment, our assignment is to find love. To find our way to love. Those of us who may be in less than ideal circumstances for this, who may find it difficult to love, who may have a partner, a friend, a parent, a child, a boss or a neighbor who seems hell-bent on making sure that the last thing we will be able to do is to love them, we have the true gift. Because here on this plane at this time in this world, our work is about building the muscle of love so that it becomes second nature, so that it becomes our default position.
Loving someone who is loving and kind to us is easy. Loving someone who seems to be giving us the cosmic finger with every breath they take--that builds a muscle. If we can accomplish that, the rest of life is going to be like falling off a log.
Today I will make a point at least to entertain the concept of loving that person I would rather die than love. I will ask myself what it would take for me to be capable of that.
Two Chairs, Studio City
All material copyright Jeff Kober
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