I sometimes meditate for 2 hours twice a day. One Thursday morning I was deep in meditation. All time disappeared. I could not feel where my body was and where the chair I sat in was, or where the air was. We were all merged together, dissolved in complete oneness. I could feel that the air and the chair were as conscious as me, and that they were loving me and I was loving them. But there was no me. There was no them. We were all just being love as one infinite being. I could feel the trees right outside my picture window that overlooked a vast and naturally verdant canyon. They too, were love. And the canyon and my coffee table and anything I focused upon revealed itself as love. We were all resonating in love. After my meditation, I joined some friends for an early breakfast. I told them that everything was love and it felt like everything was loving me. They laughed. I didnt care. I knew the truth. I had to get my oil changed in my car, so after breakfast, I stopped at a gas station. This station had a large store. It was very clean and neat. I skipped in. The only one there was an Indian man working behind the counter, with a dark grey turban on. The moment he saw me he said in his beautiful Hindi accent, I love you, you know. I love you too! I was so excited! I walked over to his counter and I told him I needed my oil changed and I gave him my credit card. An elderly man, with grey hair and colorful pleated golf pants entered the store. The East Indian man looked at him, pointed at me. He joked, She loves you, you know. I looked at this golfing man and smiled, I do, I do love you! Well I love you too. He had a sort of John Wayne delivery. His chest swelled. He swaggered over to be in line behind me. The Indian man said to the golf man, I love you too! The golf man sort of chuckled, Well, I guess I love you too! He didnt sound too sure. The garage man came in to get my car keys. The grey haired man nodded at the Indian man and said to the garage guy, He loves you, you know. The garage guys eyes narrowed. He studied the Indian man. I do, I do! I do love you! The Indian man nodded. I love you too! I said to the garage guy. The garage guy looked me up and down. He smiled. I love You! I laughed. No, I REALLY love you! Oh well.... I guess I love you too, said the golf man, nodding to the garage guy. The garage guy looked around at each of us. Well.... I love you too. We stood there in silence, vibrating in the love we had been experiencing. I signed my credit card slip. No one left. No one talked. We beamed at each other, giggling.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 22:44:48 +0000
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