Heart Love, God, and wonder

Open wide. Be wide open. Agape is agape. Love is wonder. Wonder is love.

A short anecdote may clarify this point.

"...G.K. Chesterton was always rebuking the world, for taking its mysteries and its miracles as a matter of course. It is the theme of his little known fantasy Manalive whose hero was in a state of continual amazement at the miracle of living, and was so eager to keep that amazement alive that he traveled around the world in order to recapture the excitement of coming home to his own house and his own front door, and courted, eloped with, and remarried his own wife under six different names, so as never to lose sight of the incredible wonder of love."

John Van Druten (introduction to The Infinite Way, by J.Goldsmith)

We need therefore only purge our minds of our thoughts, and ourselves of our false selves, for the heart to expand and the Living Spirit of Life and Love to flood in and fill and 'be' us.

To be filled with the Living Spirit, is, in religious terminology, to awaken to the God-consciousness of your own true being. And for this to happen, it is essential that we shut down the mind, and follow the heart, for, as we are told, there are historically only two certain characteristics which describe the Creator, and, as must be the case, these two divine attributes then form a necessarily symbiotic double entendre, in complete agreement with these last few paragraphs: that is, 'God is Unknowable', and, 'God is Love.'

The Cloud of Unknowing corroborates this by stating of the Highest that "He may well be loved, but not thought." So be it.

Where the mind ceases, the heart begins. Where the heart begins, the Spirit grows. Where the Spirit grows, the Garden sprouts. Where the Garden sprouts, the Gardener returns to tend it.

"We have only to open our eyes and hearts," offers Miller "to become one with that which is."(a smile at the foot of the ladder)

It is up to us. Judgement forever keeps us 'outside' of 'being', forever tormented, forever not 'in' love. The mind is like pavement, the heart is like earth. And the Rose only grows in a soft, fertile soul. And that is why, according to Aleister Crowley, "It is not necessary to understand; it is enough to adore." (This statement must have emerged out of one of Crowley's brighter moods, for it was he who provided his own pseudonym- calling himself The Beast- and from this self-chosen alias we can only imagine what dark thoughts oft flowed from the wellspring of his inspiration.)

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These excerpts on following the heart and aimless wandering are taken from unpublished chapters of THE WAY OF WONDER, by Jack Haas