Chronicle of Consciousness, Cleansing of Karma, the New Life, the Farms ot Love
Sometimes I feel that the whole world is a single breathing body, an immense skin vibrating between silence and calling. The human realm, the animal realm, the plant realm — three forms of consciousness, three breaths interwoven in one unified pulse. If you listen deeply, you can hear how the sap of the trees moves in rhythm with our blood, how the breath of animals enters us like a prayer. We are not separate, we never have been. We have only forgotten how to listen. And when illness appears — in the body, in nature, in society — it does not come as an enemy, but as a signal to awaken. Illness is not a mistake, but a letter from the center to the periphery. Cleansing always begins from the inside out, just as confession begins in the silence before words. The symptom is the crying skin of the world, begging us to stop, to see, to become aware. And when we — with all our intellectual arrogance — try to suppress the symptom, we silence the mouth of Truth itself. I think of this ...
