To be healed, to be whole, is to be one with one’s Soul. And it is my belief that we need to go out to come in: to find our mother’s Soul in order to then find our own: meditation outwardly directed. (Initially we may find the Soul of another – a person, a creature, a thing, nature, a piece of music, art, or whatever – as her, and go from the other to the mother.)
For a work of art to be healing, the viewer needs to enter it as a Sanctuary.
As when each night we re-enter our mother, come into the Womb of Love, to dream of Her.
It is one thing that through a medium you come to know that your mother is still “alive” and loving you. But quite another to become aware, convinced, that you have many guides controlling your life according to the Karmic Plan.
We endure our lives of anguish
for the spirit within.
The sage knows this,
that his life is altruistic.
Herodotus wrote that Xerxes on his march to Greece “came across a plane-tree of such beauty that he was moved to decorate it with golden ornaments and to appoint a guardian for it in perpetuity.”*
Well, I have beheld many such trees. I cannot decorate them – except with my emanation – but I photograph them as a tribute, and show their enshrined images to others.
The reason, if such there be, for knowing the spirit within us is that we can dedicate our lives to being altruistic.
If not for our birthing trauma, we would all Know – and live – our Buddha-Natures. To not Know It is our Fall, and our Karmic Task is to Rise above it.
We have been dealt bigger brains – and, hence, birthing trauma. The Karmic Game is for us to use those brains, impaired as they are, to overcome their impairment.