There’s something coming through
Which has to do with the beauty of the Mother
She is all accepting; no “crime”, nor “sin”, exists for her.
She is the Nothing At All which contains the Anything At All.
Her void, darkness, and infinity of boundryless existence holds All That Is. Her perfect stillness contains All movement. She is without judgement, although she does feel and discern. She is The Face of the Deep.
That which is defined, she is not.
I know more… Somehow. Even though I don’t have words. Words are male and totally miss the essence of the female; The space where there is infinite potential. Even as All That Is manifests through her substance, she is not diminished, nor a part of that which is All That Is.
The revelation of her essence is so comforting. It allows all. In a loving embrace, all that is, no matter what. I percieve, through this window into this essence, the presence of my own fear of judgement. My small, quivering form that never even asks meekly for positive regard, but waits in pained humiliation for the inevitable judgements of the other to be placed on me. Am I enough?
And even that is okay. Even that, asking in a quivering gesture of humiliation and without that self-worth of a more mature awareness, is loved. Is embraced. Is totally supported and brought forth within the Mother.
It’s okay, but there is a paradox. The paradox is that, as soon as I become aware of my condition, it ceases. As soon as I become aware of the Mother and her infinite, universal love, there is no judgement at all for me to fear, and the condition of fearing judgement ceases. I just am. And, what “am” I?
A being. Not a doing.
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