Dissolve Into The Night

Of AtHomeness

There is something to be said about the sweetness of dissolving into the background, being absorbed by the night, being embraced by Motherfulness. It is the feminine path, it is the way of melting, merging, dissolving, letting-go, surrendering, giving way, real-easing.

It is Metanoia, it is returning, it is the 180 degree turn back into the night, into the background and coming Home by letting-go, by dissolving identity, roles, letting go of wordly desires (that keep you distracted from the Real). It is dying.

The Dying of Personality Based Reality, outer fictions, distractions, complacency, illusions pretending to be real, you name it, they all take you away from Home. It is dying, but it is dying of the false, the fear is of course, who am I, without my identity, without my roles, without my fictions, strategies of avoidance and false okayness. And yet you are starving for the Real, starving to be seen (loved), starving to being embraced by Mother, somebody who is truly there all the way in, all the way Home.

For the brave, for the true, it is the only way, to face the dark night of the soul (it hurts, it hurts deeply, it cuts you to the bone), of meaninglessness, of loss of identity and return Home, turn Home, and realize that in fact there is someone, something in there that is Real contact, true belonging, a Mother who loves you all the way Home, because she is Home.

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