THE SURRENDER OF LOVE IS THE SURRENDER TO THE GREAT SPIRITUAL AWAKENING THAT AWAITS US. WHEN WE SURRENDER TO LOVE WE SURRENDER IN PART TO OUR SPIRITUAL AND SACRED DESTINY, TO THE ULTIMATE PURPOSE OF OUR EXISTENCE. AND WITH THIS GREAT SPIRITUAL AWAKENING, SHALL COME OUR SPIRITUAL HEALING OF OURSELVES, OF EACH OTHER, OF OUR COMMUNITIES AND OF OUR MOTHER EARTH, OUR HOLY GAIA.
We invariably seek love, and in our own different ways we invariably seek God. Usually we know that we seek love. It is sometimes rare for us to know that we seek God. But they are two sides of the same coin.
When we seek sexual gratification – no bad thing in itself, if achieved with care and permission – we are not always seeking love. But when love and sexual gratification become ONE, then we, and he or she whom we love, become ONE with us. That is part of the magic and indeed the mystery of Love. When we fall in love – surely one of the most wonderful and magical and mysterious experiences of our lives – our souls become entangled with the soul of the OTHER. That is a form of ONENESS, though not necessarily a consummated ONENESS. How wonderful it is when our soul is so entangled, and we are with he or she with whom we have fallen. And how painful it is, how dreadful it is, when we are apart from that ONE, or worse still, when that love we have for him or her is not returned.
ALL is ONE, that is the key to everything we need to know about the universe and about its creation. Early Christianity’s most profound gift to the world was its identification of the creative force of the universe with love. In other words, just as with the ONENESS we experience when we are in love – the inability to really separate our souls from the soul of he or she whom we love – so early Christianity, by focussing on love, was pointing us to the universal ONENESS of the ALL. We are ALL entangled. That is the reality of our universe, of our existence, of our being, and of our ultimate spiritual purpose.
When we fall in love, we touch the divine, and just as importantly, the divine touches us, the universe breathes its ONENESS into us. And it is in that overwhelming and sacred moment of consummation, of shared ecstasy, that we achieve what that great cosmic outpouring of love at the very beginning of the ALL achieved: creation, new life. And again, at that later moment of birth, rare is the mother who is not overwhelmed once again by an all-consuming love, a love for her progeny that is invariably and in all essentials eternal.
We invariably seek love. We do not always know that we also seek God. But though we may never realise it, we can only rarely fail to find God.
Chapter 21, from THE OTHER MAGUS
Jamila cries to the heavens in her love for Harold. And it is as if the heavens open before her. The borderlands of the heavens, the hills and the mountains that soar into the stars of night and the bright sunlight of day. And far away, high in the hills, she sees the road the Magus took. She sees the great citadel of the star sign. And for one treasured moment she sees the Magus himself. He stands in a tower and all the stars of creation seem to dance about him. His body shines with the spangled colours of starlight. His face burns with the sun. His heart seems deep and endless and secret with love. And to her joy the Magus turns and sees her. And the endless depths of his heart seems for one precious moment to bring her to him. She seems for a moment to become one with him. To be complete and star-lit as himself.
‘I am part of your dance,’ she cries.
‘The greatest part, child. And know this, Jamila of my heart. Love Harold for ever. And in your love know love. And in knowing love give love. And in giving love, surrender love. And in surrendering love, be love. And in being love, be Jamila at last.’
‘He loves another, Master. This I know.’
‘Yes, dear child, he loves another. Remember, when Madam held you, you understood.’
‘Do you still?’
‘I do. But, Master, it hurts so.’
His smile seems as if her father was bringing a warm bed sheet up to her chin, so that she might sleep safe in the night. And Jamila knows now that her road is pain.
‘I will love her too, Master.’
‘Then the road is open. Come to me child, and bring the little one with you.’
‘And in your journey you will know what to do.’
‘Yes, Master. I know already.’