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From: WildSpir it85
To: StPaulNoeticsGroup
Date: 10 Feb. 0000
Subject: The Catastrophe of Birth


Namaste!

I’ve seen it, friends. Mo
many are weeping about the end of all things! Imagine watching Shiva’s third eye open, waiting for the Destroyer to undo all that exists.
Imagine comprehending, in a single instant, the paradox of your own vast meaning and your own cosmic insignificance. I felt the terror
myself, along wit

I know in my soul that the Presence has not come to destroy. Or rather, it brings the destruction of the Tower: cataclysmic change that
is both terrifying and necessary. And what follows the Tower but the Star, the Moon, the Sun! And after Judgment -- which I have alw
understood as rebirth and absolution,

These tales of doom and woe, t
confusion. To the infant, the catastrophe of birth must seem like death: the overwhelming light a
everything familiar.

Some folks have already asked me to lead a pilgrimage to experience this cosmic re-birth. I can’t lead anyone, but I will return with as
many as want to go, as a fellow pilgrim. There is nothing I can tell y
experienced the Pres ence yourself.

Om shanti shanti shanti.

From: WildSpirit85
To: StPaulNoeticsGroup
Date: 10 Feb. 0000
Subject: The Catastrophe of Birth


Namaste!

I’ve seen it, friends. More than seen: experienced it, a complete overwhelm of my physical and spiritual senses. It’s no wonder that so
many are weeping about the end of all things! Imagine watching Shiva’s third eye open, waiting for the Destroyer to undo all that exists.
Imagine comprehending, in a single instant, the paradox of your own vast meaning and your own cosmic insignificance. I felt the terror
myself, along with exquisite peace and joy.

I know in my soul that the Presence has not come to destroy. Or rather, it brings the destruction of the Tower: cataclysmic change that
is both terrifying and necessary. And what follows the Tower but the Star, the Moon, the Sun! And after Judgment -- which I have always
understood as rebirth and absolution, not apocalypse -- comes the fullness of the Universe.

These tales of doom and woe, the “hand of God” and the end of the world, these are all projections of an internal state of fear and
confusion. To the infant, the catastrophe of birth must seem like death: the overwhelming light and sound and sensation, the loss of
everything familiar.

Some folks have already asked me to lead a pilgrimage to experience this cosmic re-birth. I can’t lead anyone, but I will return with as
many as want to go, as a fellow pilgrim. There is nothing I can tell you or show you that will have any relevance once you have
experienced the Presence yourself.

Om shanti shanti shanti.