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“Love is the Greatest Force in the Universe, [and the Universes that lie beyond)” those words were the last words I heard from an Ascended Master, as I was asked to leave The OtherSide, and return to Earth-plane consciousness, on my way to becoming a near-death experiencer. I have absolutely no doubt that those words are Divine Wisdom.
I can not, on this blog, get into the more esoteric notions of why Love is so crucial, except to state that, when what many religions call 'judgement day', which is truly the Self, judging the 'life just passed', a great majority, if not all, takes place against the backdrop of Perfect Love, and the Wisdom of “...was that a Loving thing to do?”
There are two major instances of Love, that have been instrumental in my life. The one is James (below) who sacrificed his job, to get me walking again. Then, the love between the two of us, my life-long friend, the Border-Collie, Kimdog and myself.
Introducing James and his Love:
Let me bring this down to another level. Back in the 1972, I lay, exhausted, spent, gambling with a major illness, gambling more with 'death' than with life. It seemed every time I rolled the dice, I got weaker and weaker. Enter two such disparate spirits that one can hardly call the connection Love, nor would anyone, in the hospital where I lay, lapsing into a coma, then pulling out again, call these two Divine, or loving – but, after awhile, I did – I still do.
The most Loving friendship I have ever had, was between a spirit I named Kimdog, a Border-Collie of no mean repute nor pedigree, and myself. What in a normal society, could not have raised an eyebrow, but apartheid South Africa, where I lay desperately ill, by no means could be called 'normal' – not by any definition of the word 'normal. This spirit's name was James. James with an absolutely unpronounceable African last name, a name I have long forgotten. But James too, I, can never forget.
Bear in mind, that under apartheid, the mere fact of one race touching another was punishable under the law. James, being African, was seldom allowed in the wards where I lay. apartheid dictated this. But there, as I slowly recovered, was James. “Come, Mister John, I help you walk again”; Come Mister John, put your arm around James' shoulder, we walk to window; Good, Mister John, good; Come, Mister John, we walk down passage. Come, Mister J....”
Needless to say, heads were being turned, eyes were being averted... but an African ward orderly, after all, all the fellow was supposed to do, was wash the floors, he was not allowed in my side of the hospital – but there he was. Yes, eyes were being averted - but were all eyes being averted? apartheid's laws and the implementation of them, were vicious – especially if you were African, and judged a transgressor. No, vicious was not the word – let's try draconian.
James and I had practiced putting one foot in front of the other – ever so slowly. Ever so slowly I started convincing my brain that my legs actually did belong to the brain's operation system, could that sub-routine please be activated? With dear James' help, dare I call it Love, at last, it seemed, my brain got the message. “One step, Mister John... now other foot, Mister John....”
Such it was with James. Then, as slowly I gained confidence, and the seizures were not as vicious nor as frequent, James, did not make his afternoon appearance.
Then he did. For once, the white smile on the charcoal black face was gone. It would seem, there could be a tear, just waiting to roll.
“James no can help Mister John no more. They take James' pass away. I go back to Transkei.” For any African under apartheid, a pass was permission to work in certain areas. James' pass had just been revoked. Why? He had touched me, he had helped me. He had helped me walk again – knowing full well, he was breaking the apartheid laws.
If that be not an example of the power of Love, agape Love, then, pray tell, what is?
This is about our Love for each other, Kimdog and myself:
Then there is my friend, Kimdog, who long ago went to have his waterbowl filled on The OtherSide.
There were many lessons Kimdog taught me. Border Collies are very, very smart dogs. Kimdog, of course, was exceptional – after all, he was mine (!) Lesson One, never, ever, forget to fill the dog's water-bowl – ever. The sound of a thirsty tongue desperately licking and hence scraping the bottom of the tin water-bowl was a total disgrace to Kimdog. Lesson Two, that I learnt the very hard way, and paid for it with Border Collie scorn and mistrust for weeks afterwards. Do not ever, even if you are the-hand-that-feeds-dog, the him-who-shall-be-obeyed, never, ever, walk up behind dog, as he stands contemplating the clear waters of the pool in the mountain stream, and suddenly push him in. Oooh, I did not live that one down for a long, long time. I could ask myself, “Was that the loving thing to do?” Hmmm?
The biggest lesson of canine agape Love came, again, as I was recovering in hospital. Two major issues consumed me. How to start walking again; once that was under control, how to reach the summit of any peak that looked feasible – with or without dog.
One Sunday, as I lay in hospital bed, my father walked in. “See, Kim, there he is !” How Dad had gotten permission to get Kimdog into the hospital, I never found out, all I knew, was the leash that had been around Kim's neck had been slipped, by accident or design, I know not. Kimdog fired his afterburners. The leap must have covered at least six feet from a standing, 'where the heck are they taking me' to: ' It's him! It's him! It's my him- who-must-be-obeyed, my-hand-who-feeds-me !' Spreadeagled, Kim landed on the marvelously clean, white sheets – and, to put it mildly – went Border Collie nuts. While I had, of course, submitted to the daily 04:00 hospital hygiene ritual, Kimdog made absolutely certain, his tongue found every inch of exposed skin of mine – just in case. Mother, of course, had to offer to launder the sheets, as Kimdog's excitement, it seemed caused an ever so slight accident – but th excitement of the two of us meeting again – and feeling the Love we had for each other was absolutely ineffable – still is.
Many moons later, out of hospital and into the hills surrounding my home town, Kim and I spent days, no, months helping me, in a canine manner of therapy, to completely recover. When my time comes again, to shuffle off and up The Tunnel to The OtherSide, I am more than a bit certain that Kim will come bounding out of the Purple Void of Pure Love, to leap into my arms.
That dog's Love I can never forget. Absolute, total, Perfect Love.
And James? What of him? What hand did apartheid deal him? Laws were such that never could I find out. But I will. Love, that intense vibration of emotion can not be broken, Love is the binding force, both on the Earth-plane and on The OtherSide. All I have to do is wait, and hope that the two, in spirit, do not leap into my arms at the same time, but leap they will – or I will into their arms.
Allow me to repeat: “Love is the greatest Force in the Universe... and the Universes that lie beyond.”
Peace, not pieces,