Condtioned Love: Part Two of Conditional Love

by Robert Farmilo

OR: How To Have Unconditional Like

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Here's the thing...writing this series on unconditional love is proving to be an education in my own current limitations as a divine being.

That's a bit of contradiction.

Oh well.

Yawn.

As I observe thousands of people each day, I see some consistent themes playing with my fellow humans who don't really know that they are God.

I see the grinding obsession with me-me-me and my immediate needs and wants. And yes, that includes me, too. I tell you this to make sure you aren't getting this impression that I am all high on myself. I want to appear humble and appropriately...what? Aware? Human?

What?

I can tell you a few things from my vaunted position as the great messenger of God...and that is I look around and groan out, “You've got to be kidding...me? How the bleep am I gonna bring God Consciousness to this lot, let alone the entire world? I can't even bring God Consciousness to myself!”

(Insert laugh track.)

I hit a wall today...with a person. Yes, I got flame-broiling angry. I...lost it. I raised my voice, and the words were hot and varnished in my righteous upset.

It's true that I didn't say what I could have said. Yes, that's true. And just before I let the Bad Santa out to play...I had that quiet warning inside my mental theatre. The prompter in the little prompting box at the foot of the stage I was majestically striding upon...the prompter whispered quietly to me something like, “Hold your tongue, and stop now.”

Did I heed this glorious instruction from the great director? No, I did not.

Anyway, the rest of the day I stewed over the worms of self-creation that had a free lunch on my consciousness. You know those worms. The ones that aggravate and annoy and reflect back the inner-discontent over...whatever it is that is bugging you.

All through the day, my little, quiet voice of guidance whispered to me...and prompted me not to dwell on the inflaming thoughts, and to change my focus when I would begin to start another cycle of brooding over...my oh-so justified hurt and wounded psyche.

To the best of my ability I followed this precious guidance.

Thank God!

And I put my head back into thinking and focusing on God.

Because I know that these horrendous moments of self-absorption in the destructive thought and feeling patterns yields more of the same. And I know that by repurposing that tendency, I am truly improving the situation...and making that God Consciousness muscle stronger and more supple, too.

Now about this idea of unconditional like, and how that can be a practical alternative to the other term...you know, that other phrase. (Unconditional Love.)

Like and love seem like somewhat distant relations who know of each other but aren't all that close. And maybe like is better than love...safer, more lenient and helpful.

“I like you,” he said, smiling into her eyes. “I like you so very much. I have never liked anyone before like I like you.”

She seemed to faint with ecstasy upon hearing these words that she had dreamed of hearing from him. She said quietly and simply, “Oh, Armando, I like you too...I think I have always known that I liked you...from even before we met...I've liked you. And I will like you...forever!”

(This next bit is random but connected to the whole narrative of this article.)

I watched part of movie last night about life in a concentration camp during the Second World War. I was thinking about unconditional love. And I didn't see how that was working out for everybody depicted in this film (based on a true story).

Oh, by the way, the film is called, “Naked With Wolves.”

And I've been thinking about unconditional love in terms of the workings of the cosmos...the practical details of planets, moons, stars, asteroids, comets, black holes, quasars...and the entire kit and kaboodle of the physical stuff of the universe.

It seems to me that the universe is a place where things can go terribly, terribly wrong...and entire planets with life on them can get annihilated by a asteroid-meteorite ramming into the planet.

Oh, I don't know. Where's the love there? And this makes me realize that I don't have the deep, deep cognition about how that all works. In fact, what I seem to have is a deep, deep indifference to the holocaust and the asteroid...except sometimes, when I get deeply moved...or touched somehow...or impressed...you know, by the awesome scale of an event...the ludicrous power exhibited by, say, a super-nova...or the mysterious and disturbing power of a black hole.

(By the way, the word holocaust means “burnt offerings.”)

And when we go in the other direction...deep into inner-space...the surface of things, and then to the molecular, atomic, sub-atomic, and to virtual particles...I am also amazed and impressed and smitten by the raw power and scale of the micro universe that obviously makes up this macro universe.

This gives me a tiny hint as to the nature of this unconditional love thing. And how it is playing with itself...all the time. And I am just one of many actors on the stage that this unconditional love made, makes and will make...including the time thing, too.

That's all great, Rob, but what about this Conditioned Love idea you headlined at the beginning of this article?

So...conditioned love...yeah, I have that going on. My love is conditioned a certain way. It is shaped by the jerks and pulls and deviations and misconceptions of me-me-me.

It has rules and attitudes and no-fly zones, and organizational protocols. There are strengths and weaknesses that don't like each other that some how have to get along with each other, and make the best of it.

My love has been conditioned to be conditional. You have to be a certain way for me to like you...let alone love you. And if you stray outside of these parameters...I won't love you anymore. I certainly won't like you.

Big news flash, this isn't unconditional love. Did you know there are no types of unconditional love? There are no versions or variations or segments or degrees or...anything like that.

There is only one type of unconditional love, and it has one attribute: It has NO conditions attached to it. Yes, it is possible to play with this and say that the existence of the no condition is in itself a condition. We can all see that coming.

But it is more of an attribute.

By now you might be getting bored with my little tripping out with words...admiring myself in the mirror of my words. I get that.

Really, what you need to do is get plugged directly into the ocean of unconditional love...directly by the Tour Guide.

You can get your love conditioned, you know. You can get it into good condition by doing regular love workouts, and playing on a love team...playing the game of love.

You can get your love into amazingly great condition by going swimming in the ocean of love everyday. All you have to do is start using your self-awareness to be with your thoughts and feelings as they arise, and when you become aware that you are entertaining the Trouble Makers...you can invite some new guests to your party, right then and there.

Call up the Love Makers and ask them over. Sure, they can take a little while getting to your place...and the Trouble Makers can seem to hang about longer than you might want them to...BUT you can bet on this: By chatting up the Love Makers at your party, and not paying so much attention to the Trouble Makers...and then ignoring the Trouble Makers entirely, your new guests will stick around, and the old guests will take the hint and hit the road.

You don't have to love everything and everybody and everywhere, you know. And you may not love yourself all the time, either. And lots of people may seem not to like you very much...let alone love you. But that is a surface fiction.

Even in the midst of torture and evil hatred, with all the trimmings, that sick person doing all that bad action is made up of the same physical manifestation of the ocean of unbounded, unconditional love.

Same thing with the meteorite smucking the side of a planet...it is made up of the same infinite-eternal no conditions love.

And I may not like you...you know. I might meet you and come to the conclusion that you are a real dick...maybe a stuck up, pompous, know-all, pain-in-the-ass...and usually that would take some doing for me to outright not like somebody.

Or so I'd like to think.

But would I love to think that?

Funny how these key phrases are so ingrained into our use of language.

If nothing else, this article is going to get you phased in to the twisting multiplicity of the words like and love. And I'd like that, I really would love that.

Is like a lesser degree of love? Or is love a turned up variation of love? Is love just a multiplied version of like?

How much like does it take to get to love?

How many times like equals love?

Is it three times like equals one love?

And is like one love divided by nine likes?

I'd like you to think about love, and I'd love you to think about like. How about that?

All the Best!

Robert Farmilo,

Translator, TGCP

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