The Womb of the World

  The Womb of the World The Earth as the great maternal vessel where souls gestate in matter There are mornings when I wake and feel the pulse of the Earth through the soles of my feet — slow, ancient, wordless. It is not merely ground beneath me; it is a breathing body , and somewhere deep inside, I sense that I am being carried still, cradled within a vast, living womb . The soil, the rivers, the air — all of it feels maternal, as though existence itself has drawn me into its warm interior, asking me to grow in silence, to mature in shadow, to prepare for a birth that is yet to come. Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly leave the womb. Perhaps birth is not an exit but a deepening, a descent into layers of form. The body is another chamber , another membrane of mystery through which consciousness must pass to learn what it means to be both finite and infinite. The world — this dense, fragrant, trembling organism we call Earth — might be the first and last mother, the one who re...

Self-love as love for God

In the first place is Love for God, this is what is meant by self-love. In the second place and on equal principles - love for God in the other and God in oneself, and in the third place - love, understanding and compassion for one's personality and the personality of the other, in the form of respect and understanding and tolerating the speed with which the Truth is seen - the speed with which the illusory layers of the personality are stripped away, the speed with which the ego is polished and vices and old karmic programs are cleared, the speed with which virtues are acquired.

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