The Gospel of the Unholy

To know your home, you must first leave your home; you cannot know your mother from within her womb. Until you are manifested you cannot be a child, and unless you are a child there is no motherhood, but only the potential.

There is need for the unmanifest to manifest, because nothing can exist in nothing. The macrocosm, the Purusha, the potential that could not exist on this page using these letters without the trail of manifestation, without the vibration, without the sound, the Nada. Who could be mother and who could be God in the absence of it all?

And so it was: the birthing of the home, the womb within which life could be.

There was light, there was air, there was earth, there was ether holding up the suns, and the moons, and the infinite stars, there were souls and spirits of the sky and of the water, there was child too in the very end, for child had to be delicate and intricate, because only through child there could be mother; only through man there could be God.

Potential without manifestation remains unrealized. God without man remains universe-unmanifested.

Through man could there be God, if man was within God? Could man know God without unknowing God first?

Adaam could wander Eden, as if god wandering through the timelessness of Purusha, without knowing sound, without knowing the grace and intricacy of creation, without knowing the divine love that gave form to manifestation itself and ultimately to this delicate and intricate finale of the breath of Brahman – the vibration that held together Aham, Adaam, Adam without which the creation of light, air, earth, fire, and even ether holding together the universe would fade to the unknown, unspoken, and unappreciated. Aham Brahmasmi would cease to hold meaning without Brahman reducing itself to Aham, and as such, Adam holding Brahma as Holy.

For a child to exist, the mother has to withstand the painful separation.

It could not have been easy for God to let go of Adam. Hence the child was blessed with the compass to find his way home. A compass that was forged with the ultimate of His creation, even beyond Adam himself – a final creation for all forms to know the formless; the final vibration. With a single whisper into his heart, God spelled Love, and its resonance echoed beyond its small chambers, reverberating into his chest, breaking beyond its confining cage of bones. And Adam knew Eve for the first time. “Only love can get you home,” the serpent whispered, “for as long as you are home, you will not know home.”

Leaving home means forgetting that you are of the womb.

Adam forgot the Universe flowing through his veins, and lost himself in the hide and seek of night and day.

And after six long days, Brahma could rest knowing that Adam had Eve to find home.