Masks

If Love is all there is, surely this means Love occupies all time and all space? Where there is only Love what room is there for fear, anger and hate? Where there is only Love what room is there for any other experience but Love?

And yet we feel fear, anger, impatience, hate, pain, etc.

Where is Love when you're feeling anger?
Occupying the same space.

Where is Love when you're feeling fear?
Occupying the same space.

Where is Love when you're feeling hate?
Occupying the same space.

Where is Love when you're in pain?
Occupying the same space.

If Love and fear are occupying the same space, which is real?

Well, there is only the one Love that we all are. Since there is only Love it can only mean that that which is experiencing fear is Love.

How can Love experience fear?

Fear is simply a mask Love is wearing to express that emotion. In fact, all experiences are masks Love is using to express Herself. Actors wear masks/get into character to express various emotions, but they're aware that they're only acting. They know that at the end of the film or play they can be themselves.

What if you forget you're wearing a mask? Then you start believing that you are the mask and the emotions, the behaviour and everything that comes with it. All it takes is to remember who you are. You are not your masks you are the One wearing the masks.

On the bus yesterday evening the driver changed the destination without notifying the passengers. When he turned away from where we wanted to go I asked the driver where he was taking us. He said he was terminating at Stoke Newington.

"Well, why didn't you tell us you were changing the route? You could have announced it."

"Why should I? You should have checked the front of the bus," he said.

"I did check and it said it was going to Seven Sisters, now you're going to Stoke Newington."

"No, it said it was going to Stoke Newington."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"No, just check the card and you'll see where I'm meant to terminate."

"I don't care what your card says. I'm telling you the destination said Seven Sisters. Sometime during the journey you changed it without having the courtesy to notify the passengers. At least you could apologise."

"No I didn't change it. You are welcome to make a complaint if you like."

As I was speaking to the driver I knew I should have just left it. I usually don't get involved but something in me wanted to continue this charade. In the meantime, several passengers still on the bus confirmed that the driver had changed the destination without notifying them and we were all in the same boat.

"So," I sneered. "Are you saying these passengers are lying too?"

"Why don't you make a complaint?" he said.

"That's not the issue. All I'm saying is that other drivers announce when they've changed their route. Pure courtesy."

He opened the doors, let us off, shut the doors and drove off. Charming fellow!

Although I was livid I could see the drama for what it was: my ideas about masks were being played out right in front of me. I had been wearing my "feeling wronged" mask and the driver was wearing his "I don't give a toss" mask. They were only masks and not who I am. I dismissed the drama and walked to the main road to catch my bus home. Another passenger on the bus joined me. He was still upset about the way we'd been treated. As we chatted about our experience I started laughing. I found the driver's behaviour comical. My friend said he found London travelling really difficult.

"Oh they are not all like that," I said. "It's only one driver. Most of them are fine. Never mind, at least we can catch our bus home."

It turned out the drama was because there was a huge traffic jam ahead and buses were terminating early. It would seem the bus company wasn't concerned about getting their passengers to their destination but curtailing the routes so that their buses would arrive on time.

At least I know that behind the masks and drama there is only the One.

I am Love.

Enocia

Related articles: Masks - Part 2; No Fear!; Playfulness; Acting is Being; Good Business Sense or What?; The One True Cause; The Mortal is Immortal