EDENA III
People stopped questioning, they surrendered to the material flow of events. Lost memories, hidden somewhere deep in the background of awareness, try to awaken us from our oblivion.
The moment a human, as a unit of the whole, completed his part of the task, he cut the thread that connected him to the Mother, and he identified with his own creation.
He observed, admired and researched this amazing world that he created. He was not aware that all this, seemingly innocent, has a destructive effect on his awareness.
Growing, deeper alienation from the whole completely separated human from information and insight ‘who am I’. Identification with his body throws him in the plays of his own mind, which is nothing else than a sub-programme of the main programme, supposed to maintain him to act in the material, three-dimensional world.
Faded pictures in the soul are only scraps that cannot be put together to make a whole, and finally even those fade away. The long journey of searching begins. What and who are we really searching for?
Deep inside something moves and as a burning pain suffocates us to exhaustion.
This burning pain is present, more and more, coming to the fore from one life to another. Thousands of years we were learning to live in harmony with our creation and obey the laws implanted in the very essence of the planet’s nature.
This pulsation of the planet is a part of us, unforgettable, familiar, yet frightening.
Still, a memory of all these sounds and vibrations that permeate the planet is somewhere in the background. We came from somewhere, to do something, and in this intense work we got lost. Now we continue our activity re-searching for meaning, constructing ourselves and all our divine bodies.
Material world pulled us in, to the world of duality. Here we got to know and we become aware of all its aspects: good and bad, light and darkness, angel and demon.
The world of duality brought us to the point of complete loss of appreciation for everything divine.
At this time of darkness, despair, fear, pain, the GREAT MOTHER called us again.
Ayana
