Three years ago, a rich man came to me who could not find true love. Finally, he met the woman of his dreams. He did everything to have her. He financed her business, funded her schooling, fueled her taste for expensive gifts and figured out solutions to all her problems.
As you know, as soon as you buy love, it ceases to be love or to create loving thoughts or loving feelings within you. If it was love before—it ain’t anymore.
He told me that love dies, it withers, it expires. So he kept replacing her with new women, younger women, prettier women, those who could “keep up” with him.
I looked into his face and said, “My friend, true love brings you to your knees. It can only crawl. It can’t go as fast as Money, who has a jet plane.”
It’s been nine years and this man is still searching, although he’s lost some of his drive. His search is now more of a wandering.
There is a basic principle in Indian vedanta which states that object and consciousness are one. This rich man believes that him and love are two separate things. Thus, he is stuck in the maya or illusion that love is an object located somewhere in the world that he needs to search for and find. When in fact, it arises from his consciousness and by the same principle that he once destroyed love, he can also recreate it.
