The Great "Cosmic Womb"...

Laying down the burdens and chaos
of daily existence,
I come to rest in the "Mother Energies" -
the originating Life energies of the Cosmos...
Unfettered, Unbuffeted 
by the strain of life...
Embraced and infused by this Primordial
Source Energy...

This undefinable, nameless, formless "Cosmic Womb"
invites this mystic meandering in.
I stumble across the threshold of a doorless door...

into an Ineffable space of Silence
that enfolds me in the
Great Womb of Existence
in which we all live...

All existence is the exquisite vibration of
Primal Energy experiencing Itself
in many forms; morphing Itself into
different expressions, softening the harsh residues
of life being lived...

The fluidity of this "Source Energy" innately and
intimately flows through existence - like an
Aurora Borealis.
It subtly streams through this body,
leaving its own illumined energetic signature...
A new spark of Life is lit...

Mystic Meandering

2021

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Jaw dropping wonder....in unfettered freedom, the cause of
the universe is 
This.

In the beginning the luminous womb is,
and the luminous womb willingly leaps in delight
and lets Herself go...
of Herself, upon Herself....it all comes forth.

She births Herself ....
She confines Herself by the limits
of space and time...
....becoming ordinary individuals...

From an interpretation of the
Pratyabhijnahrdayam
an ancient Kashmir Shaivism text
This version by Joan Ruvinsky

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Photo - Mystic Meandering

 

The "Cosmic Mother Energy"...

Photo by John Hyde

Laying the burdens of this existence down,
for just a  moment - late last night...
Coming to rest in the "Mother Energy";
the "originating primal energy"
of the Cosmos...
Fluid, Unfettered, Unbuffeted energies,
Untouched by the strain of life circumstances...

Embraced, and tangibly Infused by
Primordial Source Energy
coursing through my body,
I relax...

Mental images and constructs of present life
circumstances, once holding reign on my mind,
now pass through, as I focus on the dance
of energies within.

Pathways of the Primal Energies
subtly leave their imprint...

The body tries to self-correct after a life-time of
walking the energetic History Trail of Family Dynamics
in physicality - core survival issues that have left
indelible scars - begin to release - a bit...

I experience the "Deeper Reality" of this exquisite
Primal Energy, and realize it experiences Itself
in many forms; morphing Itself into different expressions,
different life experiences, reshaped by life occurrences that
also shaped my perspective and perceptions -
even now...

Now finally experiencing the fluidity of the "Mother Energy"
that innately flows through me/us - like an Aurora Borealis -
streaming through this body, leaving its illumined
energetic signature...

Mystic Meandering
Sept. 19, 2023

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Photo of Aurora Borealis
by John Hyde
Near Juneau, Alaska

 

The "Cosmic Womb"...

Laying down the burdens and chaos of existence,
coming to rest in the 
"Mother Energies": the "originating
feminine energies" of the Cosmos...

Unfettered, Unbuffeted
by the strain of life circumstances of the day...

Embraced, and tangibly infused by
this Primordial Source Energy - Always...

This undefinable, formless "Cosmic Womb"
invites this meandering mystic in.
 I stumble across the threshold of a doorless door...

into an Ineffable space that holds me...

There is no chaos here,
no troublesome thoughts of the mind;
yet "thinking" still occurs
as mental images and constructs
of present life occurrences pass through,
which hold no reign in the mind -
 in this Great Womb of Silence...

The past - just fleeting memories passing through
with no mental or emotional attachment - surprisingly;
like wandering through an unfamiliar land...
The shift to a new orientation - re-framing perspectives,
untangling what I perceived to be real is still occurring...
A new spark is felt within...

Pathways of the Primal Mother Energies leave their
imprint in the brain and body - very subtly...

The body tries to self-correct after a life-time of walking
the energetic History Trail of Family Dysfunction in physicality -

core survival issues, that have left residual scars - beginning to release...

Realizing that All That Is is this exquisite Primal Energy
expressing Itself through every experience; experiencing Itself
in many forms; morphing Itself into different expressions,
softening the hard residues into compassion and kindness that heals...

Now beginning to experience the fluidity of the "Mother Energy"
that innately and intimately flows through me/us - like an
Aurora Borealis subtly streaming through this body,
leaving its own illumined energetic signature...
A new spark of Life is lit...

Mystic Meandering

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Reality cannot be mapped.
It is not a single static truth,
but rather an endless,
unfolding mystery.
It is alive, dynamic,
and constantly being expressed
through form and formlessness.

Frank Ostaseski
From The Five Invitations

 

El Shaddai - Fred LaMotte

Art by Joe Maccer on Deviant Art

Myriad names of God swirl from the womb of holy silence.
Just so, stars spiral from a black hole at the center of the galaxy.
Yet all the black holes in the cosmos are one and the same fertile
void.  This star-birthing singularity, the infinite hush of the maternal
dark, is not far away.  It is the core of your being, the bindhu at the
center of your heart.

In Jewish Kabbala, the Great Seal of Protection is a mandala
containing 72 divine names.  We can find similar mantra-mandalas
made of Tibetan and Sanskrit letters.  In the untranslated letters of
St. Pachomias, "father of Christian monasticism", I have seen such
mandalas of syllables written in Old Latin.  They were possibly
derived from the Demotic, the language of Egypt, home to the
wisdom schools of Christian Gnosticism.  In all these mystical
traditions - Indian, Tibetan, Hebrew, Christian - the names are
bija mantras, healing sound-vibrations used in meditation.

In the Old Testament , the Lord tells Abraham that, "my name is 
El Shaddai," usually translated God Almighty.  But the etymology
is uncertain.  As with many sacred Hebrew words, there are alternate
roots, each with its own significance, resulting in parallel
commentaries. These multiple roots are complimentary,
not contradictory.

One root of Shaddai means "fertile field, uncultivated wilderness."
This would suggest the other divine names, which are the very
energies of creation, spring from a wild impregnable field to which
the intellect of man may lay no claim - or what Christian mystic
Ruysbroeck called, "the wayless wilderness of the Godhead."

...in the most popular etymology of the Hebrew word, Shaddai means
"mother's breasts."  El Shaddai is the "God who is like a mother's
breasts," the feminine power.  So countless worlds, innumerable
energies, and all the names of God are born of one Mother,
who is the divine Silence.  This Silence we may experience,
 but never "know."  For this is the

Silence of The Beloved...

Fred LaMotte
Uradiance

 

The "Cosmic Mother"...

 Laying down the burdens of existence,
coming to rest in the 
"Mother Energies": the "originating
feminine energies" of the Cosmos...

Unfettered, Unbuffeted 
by the strain of life circumstances - well, some days...

Embraced, and tangibly Infused by
this Primordial Source Energy - Always...

This undefinable, formless "Cosmic Mother"
invites this meandering mystic to sit,
as I stumble across the threshold of a doorless door...
into an Ineffable space that holds all...

There is no "thinking" here - yet "thinking" still occurs
as mental images and constructs
of present life occurrences pass through,
which now hold no reign on the mind - well almost -

fledgling that I am...  :)

The past - just fleeting memories passing through
with no mental or emotional attachment - surprisingly;
like wandering through a foreign land
with no attachment to or somatic contraction from
the experience - so far, but it's only been a few weeks...

The shift to a new orientation, re-framing the perspectives,
untangling what I perceived to be real is still occurring...

Pathways of the Primal Mother Energies now leaving their
imprint in the brain and body - very subtly...

The body trying to self-correct after a life-time of walking
the energetic History Trail of Family Dynamics in physicality -
core survival issues that have left indelible scars - beginning to release...

Realizing that All That Is is this exquisite Primal Energy
expressing Itself through every experience; experiencing Itself
in many forms; morphing Itself into different expressions, 
different life experiences, reshaped by life occurrences that
also shaped my perspectives and perceptions...

Now finally experiencing the fluidity of the "Mother Energy"
that innately flows through me/us - like an Aurora Borealis
subtly streaming through this body, leaving its own illumined
energetic signature...

Mystic Meandering
Meditative Writings
March 21, 2021

Also see: Adi Shakti - The Primal Energy
and - "She"

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Photo - Mystic Meandering
Cosmic Snow Chair
(created through lunapic)

"She"...

"She" - is not Shiva
             not "The Mystery"

             nor "the Goddess"

"She" - is the Primal Energies of the Universe -
            The Originating "Mother Energies"
             like the mother load of Gold

"She" - is beyond all concepts of "God",
             religion, or enlightenment
             Nameless, beyond form or identity

"She" - is the pre-verbal Primordial Energies
             infusing all Existence

"She" - is the all-consuming Holy Fire that burns
             through all our illusions and delusions

"She" - is the depth of Sacred Silence - the Deep Quiet
             always calling us Home - to the Heart of Being

Mystic Meandering
January 21, 2021

Photo - Mystic Meandering

            

Into the Great Beyond

 Nothing Remains To Think Or Know

Nothing left but Whispers and

eventually they Disappear

leaving only

Pure Original Silence

the Pure Silent Consciousness

of Origin

Dorothea Mills

10/18/2020

I just found out that my blog friend, Dorothea, of only a few months,
passed to the Great Beyond on January 17, 2021.
The above writing was one of her last posts...

Shine On Dear One!

Photo- Dorothea on the beach on Harbor Island, The Bahamas