The Mahdi Times The Mahdi Times, Issue #27, February 2015 | Page 38

your organs, your cells, and your
nervous system. What a precious
situation.
On the other hand, he is an emissary
of the unknown.
In his presence, universes come and
go; there is no ground, no reference
point to lean into; no matter how
deeply you look, you find only empty
space. Nothing is certain anymore.
You are being held, but it is a holding
that is unbearably vulnerable and
without history.
You stand totally unclothed in her
presence, unable to fool him like you
fool so many others, unable to
pretend you have it all together.
The beloved has no interest in your
holding it all together. She wants all
the way inside and will use whatever
skillful means she must to find you.
She will always push up against that
which is unresolved within you.
She loves you this much.
The beloved is mad crazy in love
with you, but may not fit your
historical requirements and ideas
about what this actually means,
about the true implications of having
a beloved in your life.
She has appeared as your tour guide
into the secret areas of your body.
If you follow her, your world will
become unraveled; you will be taken
behind the scenes where the relative
world is being organized.
The beloved sees you as you are and

this is terrifying. In his presence, you
are beheld as the majesty that you
are, but this is unbearable. You come
face to face with the greatest fear
that you’ve ever known, but have
never been able to articulate: that
you are loved. For when you are truly
loved, when you are entirely seen,
when you are fully held, it is the end
of your world as you know it.
You will never be the same.
You will never again be able to
pretend that you are other than
perfect and precious as you are.
And this is terrifying.
You long to be loved, to be seen, to be
held, but please know that the
implications of this are immense;
they are cosmic in proportion.