The test has been to return home and see what happens. As I finish rereading the proposed book for the 4th time, I see that I have relived the teachings from India in the past 6 weeks--nothing like the zip file experience of spiritual teaching. I even ended up with the same question; can one drown in Absolute Love?
The emersion into the depths of Divine Love is not letting up. It is the sense of absolute surrender to the Divine--nothing else matters and there is nothing else. The "naked walk" is with childlike abandon instead of as a white, woman, walking. In spite of the distractions of daily living, the invitation to sink into the infolding/return to The Divine is in everything: the presence of a stately Eucalyptus Tree, the vibration from a musician's instrument, the aroma of dinner cooking in the oven, and the feel of a cat brushing up against your leg.
The drowning begins when in the stillness--no limits or distractions to what is unfolding. Am I part of the playground of The Divine or maybe a bathtub toy in a tub without a limit?