In these times of cosmic struggle we harken back to that ancient enigma: The birth of the celestial bodies by the boundless mothergoddess: Aditi. This time however, the celestial Creatrix has beengiven an insight into our reality and bloodstained paradigm.
All the planets are aligned with the cosmic Om, from all aspects andtraditions. Aditi has become the tree bearing fruit, showing us thefragile stability in our precarious existence. Staring eyes implore usto act - yet we are helpless and have surrendered to the inevitabilityof it all.
Pain, desecration and the futility of the celestial waltz is beingplayed out in our minds. She is waiting for us to ask her for thefirst dance, but we are hesitant still. Beyond Aditi lies "TheNothing" that once tried to claim us but cannot do so again.
The green garden of Ourania, the Muse of Astronomy has beentransformed in my mind to become a Kabbalistic Tree of Life. Symbols,links, directions and hints appear before our eyes to reveal a riddleand a paradox. We know where we need to go and what we need tobecome. We think we are ready but are we true to the truth. Will ourfidelity hold sway and will our intentions remain sound. Will webecome the rock that the universe binds to?
There was once a thought - a moment so silent where we could heareveryone's heartbeat as a whisper through time. Then the calamitousseizure took hold and all beings separated to form their own beats toa different drum. I cast myself back through time, to exist where alltime became one and all moment coincided. Aditi saw me too as avisitor through her reality and offered me a gift. The prophesy ofhope eclipsing the finality.
All the planets are aligned with the cosmic Om, from all aspects andtraditions. Aditi has become the tree bearing fruit, showing us thefragile stability in our precarious existence. Staring eyes implore usto act - yet we are helpless and have surrendered to the inevitabilityof it all.
Pain, desecration and the futility of the celestial waltz is beingplayed out in our minds. She is waiting for us to ask her for thefirst dance, but we are hesitant still. Beyond Aditi lies "TheNothing" that once tried to claim us but cannot do so again.
The green garden of Ourania, the Muse of Astronomy has beentransformed in my mind to become a Kabbalistic Tree of Life. Symbols,links, directions and hints appear before our eyes to reveal a riddleand a paradox. We know where we need to go and what we need tobecome. We think we are ready but are we true to the truth. Will ourfidelity hold sway and will our intentions remain sound. Will webecome the rock that the universe binds to?
There was once a thought - a moment so silent where we could heareveryone's heartbeat as a whisper through time. Then the calamitousseizure took hold and all beings separated to form their own beats toa different drum. I cast myself back through time, to exist where alltime became one and all moment coincided. Aditi saw me too as avisitor through her reality and offered me a gift. The prophesy ofhope eclipsing the finality.
Posted by Udayan: http://udaiyan.nofear.org/blog
