Caught Up in Ero’s Dread Assualt
The human experience of being “in love” is fraught with confusion and misunderstanding; a virtual bombardment of opinion and conjecture. Its roots lie in the hidden realms of the mystical, in the sublime enchantment of discovering a spiritual Other, resonating out through the dark corners of near-eastern thought via the early Tantrics, sweeping in passionate waves over the Persian poets and Islamic mystics to the Cathars, teaching the Goddess-inspired troubadours to speak its sacred language in songs with secret meanings, and drawing the early Christians into its movement with Saint Theresa at the helm of the doctrine of surrender to the sublime. Our western world, with its linear mental processing and alienation of almost everything metaphoric or symbolic, has never quite been able to figure out the mysteries of this shadow-laden world, with its haunted woods and perilous glens. Instead, we try to conceptualize and contain an experience that by virtue of its nebulous existence cannot be defined. And now we speak of “contracts” to further insult this spiritual treasure of the ancient mystic schools. Get personalized advice, contact a psychic today!
In love, sex is the primary underlying element and pleasure in ecstasy a conduit to the divine. The Tantrics speak of the lover as deity incarnate. It doesn’t matter who that lover is or the context in which the sexual connection is made because when one is held in the arms of the beloved, one is devoured and the ego destroyed. Reading for my clients, the subject of “true love” has become a poetic motif; a vital and tragic landscape wandered over by many a tortured soul. I remind them that wisdom is born in suffering and passion the well-spring of pain. This is the nature of love and yet how much more suffering do people heap upon themselves in their need for control and their fear of loss. These are the products of our age—an energy at complete odds with love’s original doctrine of the poetic divine.
If you are one of the unfortunate lovers caught up in Ero’s dread assault, torment might just be your lot. Why am I in love with him? Why can’t she just be mine? Why does this have to be so hard? Surrender may be your only choice. Submission to the power of love. To love only for a moment is to be, as the French maintain, as deeply and lushly authentic as one can. This is where true ecstasy is found; that pure plunge into the divinity which is in your beloved. This is the key we seek—a fragment of the divine. It resides within the beloved and yet is not the beloved. It is the mystery within the Self and to find it is to find the kingdom within.