Fate, Karmic Heritage
Dear Reader,
Do you remember the face you first opened your eyes to?
Not a name, not a story, but a presence – gentle, warm, a softly-shaded light.
A gaze that knows who you are.
Not your form, but your inner being, according to your Divine essence.
A maternal quality, who not only gives life, but sees, nourishes, protects, and heals.
Or a paternal strength, that does not control, but powers and shows the way.
Perhaps inside you are still a child , who is no longer a stranger in this world,
because the extraordinariness of karmic sensitivity blends in like mimicry.
But the Mother is not a biological role, but an archetypal gateway:
a passage between the material and the spiritual world.
Just as the Father forces not a father, but the inner image of connection with God.
Both poles are the unnoticed presence of the soul, whose fingers do not touch, but heal when needed.
It’s silence speaks more than any word.
He is the one who knows what to do when the child is struggling in the thicket of astral phantoms.
Everyone has or can have such a being in their life.
Not always in the form of a biological mother or father.
But present nonetheless. Perhaps a teacher, figure of a dream, an inner voice.
Some form in which the soul is reflected.
She is the one who has been your companion on your life’s journey from the very first second, and she is the one who if you quiet enough will speak within you again.
Examine this was there someone in your life who paid attention to you unconditionally, not for what you did but for who you are. It may have been just a single moment but if u recognized it, that moment can be a key.
Because this person was also a mirror of the one within you who is waiting for you.
According to C. G. Jung this is the animus in women and anime in men.
The reflection of our true inner companion along the way.
Allow this archetypal Mother, or perhaps Father, to speak within you as well – not just as a memory, but as an inner quality.
Tomorrow we continue.
Harpocrates
Red Lion – Quotation
“My mother was the only one who could drive away my tormentors. With her thin, long-fingered, veined, and bony hands, she would sweep slowly above my body, three or four times. I can still see the taut, inward-listening look on her face: the heavy, gleaming lids lowering over her eyes, and yet, through those closed lids, it seemed I could still glimpse the soft glow of her light-brown, tender gaze.
Her hands moved slowly over my sweat-drenched, convulsed frame. She never touched me—I could see the gap between her palms and my skin—yet a gentle warmth rippled through me like a caress. The spasm eased. The suffocating astral nearness retreated. The foul, heavy stench of decay lifted, and my lungs filled with pure air. My limbs grew quiet, at rest.”
Contemplation – The Inner Sanctuary
the archetype of the “Inner Mother” and the spiritual space of unconditional attention
What is the face that arises within you—not from a name, not from memory, but from an unknown sense of safety?
Perhaps you do not know who it was. Perhaps it was only a presence, a glance, a gesture.
But in it you felt that someone—without questions, without expectations, without roles—truly saw you.
Not the face you show the outer world, not your behavior, but your real essence.
This attention is the deepest home of the soul at birth. And now, it calls again.
Close your eyes.
Imagine entering an inner sanctuary. No walls, no door, and yet you are sheltered.
Soft, warm, timeless. At the center of this space waits the presence that once truly saw you.
It looks—without judgment, without words, only holding. Be there.
Allow it to look upon you again.
And you, perhaps for the first time in a long while, simply be there as yourself.
The attention you once received—and which perhaps now you give to yourself—heals.
Because it does not demand, it simply is. And this presence also lives within you, waiting for you to call upon it.
It is the one who knows who you are, even when you have forgotten.
There is nothing to do but listen in silence. The sanctuary does not offer answers—it offers home.
Questions for Journaling:
– Who within you is watching you in every moment, without speaking?
– What would it be like if, today, you looked at yourself from within that space? What would you see?
>> Use the labyrinth (click here) as an aid to contemplation.<<