#consciousnesses

Don't strive for a mental ideal

Be as you already are

Now

PERFECTION IS A PATRIARCHAL WORD

THAT SPLITS EVERYTHING INTO CONTRARIES: BLACK OR WHITE.

YOU ARE THEN LIVING IN CONSTANT CONFLICT

Not only Mother Isis, but many Goddesses are veiled—

The primordial Mist, the fine amniotic substance of the undulating ocean, becomes this universe & this world—

Like the metal in ores that can be smelted by fire & forged into a new shape, Mother by the artisan work of her children’s hands is ever being reshaped— & transformed by fire— yet in substance there is nothing other than Mother.

The first children born from Mother, the first beings that rose from the void, were the artisans, whose hands had to forge & mould the precious Mother substance into the tools needed for the human civilisation to come.

Mother is the Rose

Every child is a petal in her form

Mother unfurls her form as the configuration of what is here now

She decorates herself as the beauty of Nature

Nothing & no-one is outside of her form-

Every child matters-

The dark Mother—

🩸The violent outcry,

the mad behaviour

is a cry,

the asking by Mother

of the people to feel

the state of the collective heart,

the realm of feeling-knowing—the feminine principle of consciousness— which IS Mother— the unbound, ever expanding circle womb ⭕️

🩸At this time the masculine principle of consciousness, has stretched so far that the line has reached its breaking point— ➖

We know what happens when the overstretched line/arrow snaps—

It is forced to feel—

But because it has denied feeling in favour of thinking for so long, when it breaks all that has been denied comes out—

As war-cries & stamping of feet in tantruming to get its own way at any cost—

Because it has not developed the inner capacity for holding the feeling states that are surfacing; it has no feeling-awareness for processing in a space that feels everything, without having to unleash it, in a space that can digest & absorb & clear it all out—

In energy anatomy it is the solar plexus-autonomic nervous system (the triadic currents, that turn & twist around one another regulating form) & the even stronger cyclical spiral of the womb-space— that creates the vortex-spin in which forms from this world may be broken down & cleared out of this time-space, like going through a spinning black hole—back into unified white light—the Shiva

Like the capacity of the womb to assemble organic matter to bring form into this world; it can by reversal of the current, deconstruct energy patterns, release, transmutate & recycle forms—

A doorway, opening or portal between this world of time & the other worlds of dreaming & timeless times— is what the womb is—

It cannot really be mimicked by building a particle accelerator machine—

We call her Kali, the Mother of time & cycles of birth & death (kala); the Shakti of Shiva

Drop out of the head, sink into the body, down into the subconscious, into the interdimensions— the underworld — the dark Mother space of death, rebirth & transition—

This is the descent to the Dark Mother— who chews, eats & digests energy & emotional states—

Which feels like a death of sorts—

In our time they have called it a dark night of the soul—