Type of Spiritual Experience
Extract from the National Geographic magazine article on LOVE. “The constant surge and pulse of endorphins accompanying the passion generated by love has the same effect as a drug. Romantic love produces a chemically altered state akin to drug induced euphoria. The brain experiences the same highs and lows, furthermore, the experience if prolonged can be exhausting and may have physical side effects.
As time goes on the brain, however, adapts to the excessive input of the endorphins in order to stop the victim becoming mentally ill and a form of tolerance starts to develop. As in any drug user, however, the desire for the drug does not go away and the victim needs more and more to get the high, and withdrawal symptoms can become extreme.
In couples with a long term relationship, this level of euphoria cannot be sustained by the body, and it kicks in to attempt to replace the endorphin induced euphoria by oxytocin induced attachment.
Oxytocin is a hormone that promotes a feeling of connection and bonding. Oxytocin can be produced by kissing, massage, general physical contact, but also by making love frequently. Any physical action which makes you feel closer to your long term partner will generate oxytocin. One important finding of research into the hormone is that both animals and people without adequate oxytocin levels do not form monogamous bonds.”
A description of the experience
The surge and pulse of loving is sending her quite mad
It is quite unlike any other high that she has ever had
'You can keep your wine, and keep your hash this is the drug for me
He should inject me every hour, make love to only me'
The passion generated by his love is the only drug she needs
She wants him and she wants him, wants his love on which to feed
'I’m euphoric, I am happy, I can’t think straight when he’s near
Oh but the sadness when he leaves me, oh the darkness and the fear'
'It is down down down to misery and down down to the pit
When he’s not hear the darkness closes in until I’m sick
He says he cannot see me, then it’s deeper in the trough
I am dying sweet for love of him, I can never get enough'
'He says he’ll never leave me and I want it to be true
But not seeing him is killing me, the knife of loss stabs through
I’m exhausted by his absence, by uncertainty and fear
Paralysed I pine away, just wanting him to be here '
'Please poorly heart, see what you’ve done and send an altercation
‘Dear Brain’ it says ‘less loving, please change the medication’
‘This poorly person sick with love, an overdose is having
Quick change the dosage, something else to take away the suffering’
The brain comes back, ‘what do you think to save this poor lost soul’
The heart replies –‘ OXYTOCIN – in a love shaped sipping bowl’
‘He should see her far more often, he should kiss her every day
He should give her sweet caresses, he should take her pain away’
She loves him with a passion, and she loves him for himself
And attachment is much safer, leave endorphins on the shelf
Let him make love every morning, hold her gently every night
Let her massage his dear body, kiss him gently, hold him tight
‘Tis the absence makes her sickly, ‘tis the absence makes her ill
She needs to see him far more often, before oxytocin can instill
Until then endorphins carry on, till she ends up quite insane
Him each day and Oxytocin, only that will ease the pain