Living

We live our lives hoping that someday we will find the answers to our questions. We live each day hoping that the universe will reflect to us what might happen to us, someday. We live most days hoping that the new dawn of the morning sun will whisper to us what destiny has in store for us. We live today hoping that all that was lost and hurt will be redeemed. In days of now and tomorrow, our salvation stays.

Symbols of the Soul session Nine Part 1

Philomath: Good morning Conscious Soul

Conscious Soul: Good morning Philomath

Philomath: So today I want to talk about women. From a spiritual stand point, what is a woman?

Conscious Soul: I should warn that these thoughts are going to be biased and maybe a little subjective. Only because I am a woman. My favorite role yet. However I will try to bring as much objectivity as I can.

Philomath: That’s fine.

Conscious Soul: A woman is the embodiment of the essence of the universe. This embodiment is naturally feminine, soft, colorful, emotional, kind etc. Woman is more of an energy that is made of a light vibration, beliefs, dogmas, idealism, philosophy and culture.

Philomath: What is their role?

Conscious Soul: Their role just like everything is to reflect who we really are. They are the mirrors that the man stand in front of and see themselves as the divinity they are.

The man sees through the woman his nature, which is also the nature of the woman. Except that nature appears dominant in the woman. Yet it is also within the man. It is the man. But the man can only learn and see that aspect of him through another. And that another is the woman.

Philomath : Okay maybe to balance our discussion a bit. What is the role of a man? What is a man?

Conscious Soul: A man is the naturally masculine, strong, powerful energy of the universe. It’s often the opposite of the woman. These two energies, woman and man, are the collective embodiment of the highest energy that is God.

The man is also here to reflect this essence of the universe to the woman. Remember we are all here to remember the God within us. And we have put sign posts that will help us remember that. Each gender is a sign post. My role as Conscious Soul the woman is to reflect natural soft kindness and emotionality to Philomath the man, who reflects strength and will power to Conscious Soul. So that Conscious Soul can remember the strength and will power buried deep within her softness and emotionality. As does Philomath remember that strength and willpower are driven by softness and emotions. They are just different manifestations of energy but at the core they are the same energy. One energy.

Philomath: This includes their insecurities for instance. Wow. Let’s build a connection to human characteristics that we normally associate to women. Feel free to mention other outstanding ones.

Conscious Soul: Yes. It includes their insecurities. Outstanding characteristics often associated with women are weakness and caring. And that is why through time women have been home takers. But I must highlight that some of this characteristics are more of ideas that have been formed and believed in for a long time that they are now part of what we call woman. Infact what separates the man from the woman has to do with mass consciousness of that culture and how it chooses to define each gender.

Philomath: Ahaa… so what we perceive as women is not a spiritual conception but a social one?

Conscious Soul: Yes. And that is why we have been struggling for eras to understand and treat each other well.

Philomath: okay. So what is their spiritual nature?

Find the answer in the next blog post.

Namaste

He Speaks to me

He speaks to me.

Through the thread like miniature voice that lies below the pillow of my consciousness. He speaks to me. He reverberate his love to me in that cloudy, crystalline image that stalks my night dreams. He tells me that he won’t cave until I remember to be still. So I can touch the face of Deity.

He speaks to me.

About how the warfare of my heart can be healed with a dose of benevolence. He tells me that in my tranquillity, terror will design itself into insignificant blob of scarred light. Revealing that within there is a sparkle within the white blemishes. He says it’s hidden behind the illusory pebble that seats between him and me. Housing ugliness of our kaleidoscopic universe. The universe I come from.

He speaks to me.

Slowly showing me that mystery and pain is his best creation. And how the more I run the more He will roar through his best creation. He tells me I should stop sleeping with wounded reflections. They will lie that He is a sky. A place I can never reach unless I am a Star.
He speaks to me.

About His home that seats in the centre of my heart.