“Dancing With God”, love on the rocks…

May I please trash your home! If you don’t mind I wish to make a proper mess. I promise, nothing will be left in working order.

Who do you love?

Be honest with yourself, tell me what I least expect!

Society programmed you to dispense love as a commodity. You learned how to apportion love only under conditions of recompense. Relationships with family, friends and lovers, thrive or whither, based on your ability to manage fair value in love trading negotiations. Another bizarre concept you blindly accept is that love must be earned. Positioning yourself upon such loose philosophical footings inevitably limits the love you are prepared to offer or accept. You lack self love. Like a rudderless boat, you seek, but never find, calm waters or safe harbour.

From earliest moments of infant reason, you carried yokes of competition and judgment. Be it home, school or work, you incessantly competed for the most attention, highest marks, or best paying jobs. Warped by corporate mind programming you seem convinced that success is a function of looks, education and material wealth. You covet the latest media rendition of “the perfect life”. Ripping through life in designer sunglasses and Gucci shoes looks cool but leaves you little time for introspective philosophy. After all figuring out who you are or why you exist won’t pay the rent. Harmful as this banality may be you go one step further, you create a relationship between self worth and love. From this cliff edge of insanity you compete for status, fail to achieve perfection then secretly judge yourself unworthy of love. Emptiness in your heart is filled by an insatiable greed for accomplishment. Your life has become a meaningless game of snakes and ladders as you compete for the top square.

Tell me I am wrong! You can’t, not if you speak from your heart.

I speak with the conviction of knowing you because I am speaking to your ego self. Ego is a monkey existing in a land of illusion. This monkey hides in your mind, spinning his magic tales you become convinced he is you. Believe in his deception and never will you discover your true identity.

Who are you really?

Lord Krishna speaks to Arjuna of death as illusion. Einstein tells us “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

Beyond all illusion you are an eternal signature of light energy, you are the divine Atman. Look into the mirror, it is not a body you see, it is God. God did not create the universe, God became the universe. God did not create you, God became you. Once you can truly love yourself as the Atman it is a short step to loving the brother you deem wretched. There is no good or bad, there is no right or wrong, there is only choice. Without exception, all choice is God dances with God eternally in the perfection of the now moment.

In Lak’ ech, I love you…

Christopher Dos Santos

Born in Vancouver 1961, the author married and the father of two children. He enjoys a quiet life on the North end of Vancouver Island British Columbia. He has dedicated much of three decades searching for the true meaning of unconditional love. Referencing philosophy, science, religion, spiritual masters and aboriginal lore he desires to discover his brethren truth beyond the many veils of illusion. Love and unity consciousness is the key to changing India and the world, won’t you hold his hand?