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Stillness
Glory To The Goddess
Death Of Shame
The Fountain
The Bird
Cool Water
Sacred Matron
Goddess Within

Book Contents:

Table of Contents
Introduction
Terms Of Use
Chapt. 1: Sacred Infancy
Chapt. 2: Sacred Childhood
Chapt. 3: Sacred Adolescence
Chapt. 4: Sacred Womanhood
Chapt. 5: Sacred Motherhood
Chapt. 6: Sacred Healing
Chapt. 7: Sacred Maturity
Chapt. 8: Sacred Matronhood
Chapt. 9: Sacred Female

Stillness

Still the chatter that bubbles endlessly from the sleepless cauldron that is your lesser mind. Let your greater Mind prevail. The Mind that is not held in matter, confined to neural interplay.

Seek the stillness beyond thought. Seek the void beyond the stillness.

Quiet your chattering nonsense. Stand at the edge of mystery, fathomless, endless. The void that is not the world yet supersedes the world, harbors it, births it, destroys it, regenerates it.

Do not be frightened as you stand on the edge of the abyss, tensing at the edge of nothingness. That fear is a voice of the lesser mind scheming, chattering, spooking, scaring. Telling you lies. Limiting, inhibiting, life-abridging lies.

Look over the edge into Night without end. Stretch outward your arms. Close your eyes. Fall forward, downward--yet upward--for it is both and neither. Plunge headlong into the nothingness which is everythingness.

Let it fall, all fall away, all cares, concerns, thoughts, wants, needs, all that words can say and describe, all that thoughts can picture, shed them like a wrinkled, translucent skin fall out of your body, out of duty, out of despair, out of desire.

Fall in, fall away, fall out, fall up, fall downward.

Just fall.

Fall.

Fall.

Fall into and through the darkness. Embrace the darkness. Flow through the darkness and let it flow through you. Until you are the darkness. And the falling. Speak not. Think not.

Fall.

Fall.

Fall.

Feel the world, a jeweled droplet falling, unimpeded, falling, through the infinite dark mystery: its womb, its destiny.

And you, a tiny spec on that droplet.

And you, the endless, creative abyss.

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