Return to the Womb of the Sacred Mother

This place where creation began is an infinite blanket of darkness. Profoundly familiar, there is no stress or worry in this sacred space–only infinite possiblity. Pregnant with life, everything is accepted as it is. Immersed in the divine womb, life is content in the stillness. There is only vast and motionless serenity...

From the desire to become, a child grows in the darkness of her mother’s womb. She has no awareness of gravity, only that of being fluid, as she ebbs and flows within the safe dark cave of her mother’s belly. Her heart pulsing her entire being, she is the wave–the motion of becoming.

Little by little, her senses open as she listens to the soothing rhythm of her mother’s beating heart. There are no harsh sounds in the womb. Everything she hears is softened by the fluids that surrounds her except for the music of her own sweet song.

—Reverend Misa
From "The Everyday Mystic"
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