In love we can feel ourselves floating off into the distant stars, soaring, expanding, and sparkling with luster. Our child like imaginations are kindled as we fly above the clouds, gaining an immunity from anything that sucks. Our hearts glow, melt, and radiate as our blood carries magical chemicals that flood and flush our entire system from our head to toes. We reach the highest planes, yet can we allow that love to enter the deepest and darkest parts of ourselves? If we do, It then becomes a love with substance. This type of love can endure the tough times, instead of jumping from one high to another, only skipping across the dark waters.
If we begin to become familiar with ourselves on a deeper level, we might have opened the inner catacombs of darkness and have begun releasing the powers that have bound our unconscious behaviors since the beginning of our incarnations. We begin to see and feel everything we have ever hidden from ourselves, and as we go deeper and deeper, we find the pit to be bottomless. Though, we may have spent so much time doing shadow work, and releasing our resistance to darkness, that we have built a resistance to light as well. We become so comfortable in the dark, like a vampire that only comes out at night, that we don’t want to leave the coffin. We might even come to hate the word light, love, happiness, and that’s okay too, but we might be resisting their beauty, and the fullness of experience.
When our hearts break, the chambers of self are deepening and expanding. The pain that we experience is the demolition and tearing apart of the walls that have held up against our infinite depth. As we give this process time and protection, we can begin to remove the bandages from the operation. No one can tell you how much time to take, but eventually we can begin to let in the floodgates of light to fill every crevice that we have expanded through our experience. The further we have allowed ourselves to crumble apart, the more love we can let in.
The most common type of happiness you might hear about is the kind without substance. It floats above a dark pit, and wishes not to descend. But a happiness with substance is the kind that can be integrated into that pit. As we tear down those walls and resistances to happiness and love one by one, we let the integration take place and allow the people, situations, and feelings of meaning and substance to enter into the depth of ourselves.