The closer I get to the inside of God the more I’m asked to be in the dark. I feel the world has so little to teach me now.  The more I do the more I realize all the answers are inside me - inside all of us.   

The beauty, the ugliness, the sublime - all gone - only darkness and the inward journey.  No fixed point to center on - just a dive into the inferno that is inside of us - a dive straight into the lava where we become only ourselves.  No fixed point.

We are made of the “stuff’ that comes from a great blasting open.  It is all symbolized in birth.  A woman’s body holds a baby in its center - the seed germinating.  When the child is ready to breath it forces itself out.  The woman’s hips separate, her legs open wide and the lips of the vulva are pushed apart.  Two complete halves are separated and then the child bears down to reach for air. 

The blasting apart of the universe coincides with the consciousness of God being ready to blast forth for breath and existence outside of its womb.  The ultimate separation is in the blasting.

 

 

Alchemical, shamanic, Jungian, and muse writings, by Tanis M.