The Free Radical

Spirit expresses itself through Life. Or, in reverse, Life is the expression of Spirit.

When I wish to confirm the validity of a thing, I look for examples in Nature– in living Nature. So what of bliss? I see infinite variety of pleasure and pain, but nowhere can I locate bliss. What earthly life-form resides in bliss? What creature seeks bliss as its most desirous goal?

A soul which has been entrained and indoctrinated into a primarily mental perception of reality– such a soul, alone, sees bliss as a valid and worthy goal. Bliss belongs to the mind… and its astral extensions.

The Heart is the inner portal through which Life and Spirit come into reality. The Heart is the centre of Life. The Heart knows Love, not mere bliss. Love is all-encompassing, the extreme grandeur of All That Is. The Heart contains all that.

Bliss is a single, narrow, static frequency… an appeasement for the mind. It is fragile and timid, easily lost or upset. Bliss is an astral carrot dangled before a mind bedazzled by daunting complexity; bliss is the mental alternative to complexity. Bliss is offered like an eraser to the struggling poet: “Here, set aside all your rumination based in passion, and partake of this divine blanking-out called bliss.” Is that my highest purpose? Really?

No, I declare that my highest purpose is to live– fully. Bliss seeks to escape or sidestep Life. Bliss is an invitation I cannot accept. There is no Life in the astral realms; it’s all inorganic… peopled by souls all lost in endless mentation.

Those who reside in the astral like to refer to their home as the ‘spiritual realms’ in answer to this glaring lack of Life. But mind is not Life; Life is Spirit. There is no Spirit in the astral realms– rather, just a hierarchical embodiment of ideas. It has its place, but never as a final destination.

Life and Spirit are far too big to even attempt to enter into bliss. Bliss is strictly for the non-living– a little vacation, or the ultimate payoff for endless mental masturbation.

The Living counterpart to bliss is a fully-flowered open Heart– which experiences everything that is real with true appreciation and gratitude, an expansiveness which cannot be contained in bliss.

No, Spirit cannot enter bliss– not fully. Living is big and messy, and bliss is an oversimplification Spirit can easily do without.

I AM sorry for your bliss.