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...

Kindness as Nature, Not a Transaction - A Return to the Heart of the Village

In a world where everything moves fast, where logic often overrides intuition, kindness has started to seem... strange. Especially in the cities. There, people pass each other without eye contact. Every gesture of goodwill is met with suspicion:
“What do they want in return?”
“Why are they helping me?”
“Are they pretending to be kind for their own gain?”

But somewhere—not so far away—in the villages, in the small towns and countryside, kindness still lives. Not as a strategy, but as a natural way of being. There, people don’t ask whether it’s worth doing something kind. They simply do it. If someone senses their neighbor is alone, they stop by. If they cook something delicious, they bring some to share.
Not for credit.
Not for a favor in return.
Just because it feels right.
Because it's part of who they are.

In these rural communities, an invisible web still exists—of support, care, and sincere connection. Kindness there is not an investment. It is a way of life. A heartbeat.

And this is what we’re losing in the cities—the ability to believe in unconditional goodness. In urban environments, someone who acts kindly without reason may be seen as naive, strange, or even manipulative. Kindness becomes suspect. It becomes impractical.

But kindness is not a luxury. It is a frequency—a vibration that those still connected to the land, to tradition, and to God naturally live in. These are people who understand that we are not isolated islands but part of something greater—a living, breathing, caring human fabric.

Let’s not forget this. Let’s not let kindness become a myth.
We may not all live in a village, but we can carry the village in our hearts—as a memory, as a model, as a quiet reminder that humans were never meant to walk alone.
That real kindness isn’t negotiated.
It’s lived.

 

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