My experience of Reality’s unchangeable acceptance of my eternal existence is difficult to describe but undeniable.
It was so surprisingly powerful, such a humbling, jaw dropping, knees failing experience that my body and brain metaphorically fell, prostrating in complete bewilderment and shock.
Later I was given to realise we all live in Reality forever, know it or not, like it or not!
Even now I can hardly breathe just recounting the experience.
Whenever I attempt to describe this love that invokes Reality’s presence so powerfully I am reduced to uncontrollable shaking. (Once a gathering of initiates brought me a glass of water but it shook all over me so they held it to my lips. Consequentially, I avoid this subject of Reality’s love in public).
The lesson is that on the scale in which this ‘I’ particle of Reality that is temporarily me is concerned, I am Reality – then, now and forever.
That, to me, is real love, not the lust, anger, greed, attachment and ego that is human love …
Once known, Reality’s love banishes doubt and the false turmoils of the human mind.
All Is Well.
Mystical Experiences of Reality 
Here is a quote from Krishnamurti’s Notebook which touches upon this “Love”, that is perhaps closer to what you describe than what we conventionally use this word for:
“The brain, that marvellous, sensitive, alive thing, is utterly still, only watching, listening without a moment of reaction, without recording, without experiencing, only seeing and listening. With that immensity, there is love and destruction and that destruction, is unapproachable strength. These are all words, like that dead tree, a symbol of that which was, and it never is. It has gone, moved away from the word, the word is dead which would never capture that sweeping nothingness. Only out of that immense emptiness is there love, with its innocence. How can the brain be aware of that love, the brain that is so active, crowded, burdened with knowledge, with experience? Everything must be denied for that to be.”
From: KRISHNAMURTI’S NOTEBOOK (PART 7, MADRAS 1961 )
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