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Category: motherhood
Anastasia on Man, the ruler of all the Universe – raising children – [book] “The Space of Love”
“…What do parents need to do to make it so? So that children will grow up, as you say, with a soul that is free? To be rulers of the Universe and happy? As God Himself has wished?”
“They must no interfere, they need to see their children clearly in their own thinking the way God Himself has wished. It is the aspiration of all the forces of Light in the Universe that each newborn child be endowed with the very best of creation. It is the parents’ duty not to hide the creative Light under the erudition of invented dogmas. For ages upon the Earth debates have arisen as to which system might be wisest. But think about yourself, Vladimir. Debates arise where Truth is hid from sight. Fruitless debates can go on forevermore as to what might be found behind the closed door. But one has only to open the door and it will be clear to all, and there will be nothing to debate, since everyone will be able to see the Truth to himself.”
“But in the final analysis, who will open the door?”
“It is already open. All that remains is for the eyes of the soul to be opened to see and gain awareness.”
“Gain awareness of what?”
“You were asking me about systems. You were mentioning the schedules and everyday regimes and someone sets them forth for people in books. But think about it: who can tell more clearly about creation than the Creator Himself?”
“But the Creator doesn’t tell anything. Up to now He has said hardly a word. Nobody hears His words.”
“Word thought up by Man have many meanings. The Creator patiently and lovingly speaks with each one of us through splendid, imperishable acts. The rising of the Sun and the silvery sheen of the Moon, the soft mist and tender dew, playing with the Sun’s ray and drinking in the heavenly blue. The Universe is filled with so many clear examples like that. Just look around you. They touch you and everyone else too.”
Again, if everything Anastasia said about child-rearing were to be laid out, the result would probably be the complete opposite of how we handle this matter today.
I have already said that Anastasia, along with all here forebears through the ages, treats a newborn as a deity or an immaculate angel. They consider it totally unacceptable to interface with the child’s thought process.
Anastasia’s grandfather and great-grandfather were able to observe for long periods of time how their little granddaughter would be fascinated by a bug or a flower, or the contemplation of something. They tried their best to not distract her with their presence. They would converse with her only when she herself paid attention to them and a desire to communicate.Anastasia maintained that at every moment I was observing little Vladimir contemplating something in the grass, he was becoming aware not only of the bugs but of all creation.
According to her, a bug is a more perfect mechanism than any manufactured products, let alone a primitive construction set.
A child provided with the opportunity to communicate with these perfect beings with himself become more perfect than thought communication with primitive lifeless objects.
Besides, as she maintains, every blade of grass, every bug, is interrelated with the whole of creation and subsequently aids the child in becoming aware of the essence of the Universe and of himself as part of it, to become aware of his innate purpose. Artificially created objects does not have such connection and do not arrange priorities and value in the child’s brain in the right way.
iti scriu…
iti scriu pentru ca esti in sufletul meu…pentru ca esti… in primul rand..
asa cum esti…femeie… sau poate mama ce a nascut in puterea sa,sau wanna-be mama…sau inainte de conceptie…
sau burtica… cu experiente intense…sau poate ai avut burtica ce s-a retras mai devreme decat era “planul”,sau poate bebe / puiul a plecat mai devreme, inapoi de unde a venit,
poate esti prieten(a)… sau partener(a) de drum…poate fiica..sau doula… ori moasa…pentru mine ESTI… si vreau sa impartasesc cu tine despre sacredbirthing.rosi e vremea sa nu mai fie asa… sa fie al nostru… sa il cream al nostru,al nostru… al tribului:– tribului in care mamele vin impreuna,– tribului in care mamele, burticile, partenerii de drum, impartasesc din experienta preconceptiei, conceptiei, sarcinii, nasterii si cresterii sa – toate constiente, blande, cu respect suprem pentru fiinta care este bebe si care alege sa vina… pura… si pe care ne sa ne straduim sa o pastram la fel…– tribului in care partenerii sunt langa mamici, burtici si pitici, valorizati si imputerniciti ca niste fiinte pline ce sunt si ei/ele…
– tribului in care doulele sprijina tot acest proces… si sunt apreciate pentru ceea ce sunt… infinit de pline de iubire neconditionata… si in acelasi timp, oameni si ele/ei,
– tribului in care exista intotdeuna cineva la care sa apelezi cand / dupa ce nasti, sa vina sa faca de mancare sau sa spele hainele cand tu/voi esti/sunteti full time cu bebe-tocmai-sosit in lumea asta,
– tribului in care daca nu stii ceva esti strijinit(a) sa reintri in contact cu tine, sa “vezi” ce simti si cum simti si sa alegi ce e bine pentru tine si bebe, sau daca e nevoie de informatie sa o ai la indemana aproape,
– tribului in care increderea ca poti naste natural este ceva… natural…
– tribului in care ai cui da un telefon daca ai nevoie de cineva sa te asculte, cand ti-e greu… atunci cand ti-e,
-tribului in care cei care au trecut prin anumite experiente dau mai departe cu iubire,
– tribului in care sacrul, iubirea, respectul, individul, comuniunea si comunitatea sunt elemente de baza… si unde suferinta, greul, durerea, rusinea sunt vazute, imbratisate cu blandete si spalate cu lacrimi calde – ca doar fac parte din drumul asta numit viata,
la inceput spatiul asta il vad virtual (ca sa avem de unde incepe si pentru ca suntem fizic la distanta)… si in timp visez sa il aducem si in realitate.. intr-un centrul spiritual de nastere naturala, constienta, blanda… alaturi de toate forurile superioare :)… si… deocamdata ma pastrez in aici si acum (visez da, la si mai multe… pentru lumea asta).asta inseamna ca o sa incepem sa scriem… despre astea… din proprie experienta…mna, nu stiu cum suna astea… asa scurt si scris… 🙂sa fim cu forurile superioare, zic… si sa vedem ce… nastem, impreuna :)!<3why African babies don’t cry?
From J. Claire K. Niala‘s observation, the reasons are, as shared by her grandmother:
1. Offer the breast every single moment that your baby is upset – even if you have just fed her.
2. Co-sleep. Many times you can feed your baby before they are fully awake, which will allow them to go back to sleep easier and get you more rest.
3. Always take a flask of warm water to bed with you at night to keep you hydrated and the milk flowing.
4. Make feeding your priority (especially during growth spurts) and get everyone else around you to do as much as they can for you. There is very little that cannot wait.
about… many things 🙂 at once
a dear soul sister gave me this link in some of the last days… she told me that what is written there is what she lived with her first baby born, word by word…
i read this text more then 10 times since she gave me the link… it is with me… it brought many feelings at the surface.
i didn’t gave birth yet… to a baby… and I’m sometimes full of fears around maternity and motherhood since Pearl is around.
fear of not being good enough… fear of not “creating” the “perfect” conditions… of not “having” a “proper” space and context to welcome a baby… fear of receiving a baby in this world, fear of “what if somehow life comes to a point where I need to raise her… them alone”, fear of “what would my family think?”, fear of how ripples of the social norms/patterns/prejudice will affect her, us, fear of my own limitations limiting her, fear because some of my dear ones are not welcoming her in their full heart…
I notice all these fears in me… sometimes the almost-panic state of mind signalizes me that fears are here… sometimes it gets me… and I freeze… then I breath again… sometimes I cannot pinpoint cause of the fear and sadness that I feel coming trough me… and I just am.. with that… breathing… crying… shaking… crying some more… being close to the silence that I can be…
looking at all these… and at the same time.. looking at me… being soft with it.
if it is one thing I noticed about myself in the last more then an year, it is the softness about my patterns, my fears, my old stories… the acceptance and knowing it will all pass… and I need those, to be truly me…
it sooths me… it cleans me… and it is not only about me… it is about all the women in this world… my mom, my sis, my grandmothers, by grand-grandmothers… all my soul sisters which are traveling the path of life here…
and at the same time I experience the feminine energy, the mother inside me that comes with caring, patience, kindness, sharing, calm, noble silence…
I feel grateful for these gifts… for serving as a becoming-mom, for this gift of feeling myself as a mother, for the healing and cleaning that “is happening”, for the embrace that I am offered by Pearl, for the flow that I am with, for the unfolding I am kept in touch with by her presence…
Pearl is more present in the framework of my body that I am, at many times. then I am offered the deep care and love I feel coming from Ronen… a beamer which keeps me in touch with ground-real-sharp-soft life. all these brings me closer to the Mother… to the mother in me also… to the woman… to the maternity… to the motherhood. one of the many times I told him “I am happy”, he replied “don’t worry, it will pass” [there you go… vipassana in a nutshell :))]. yes, it will definitely pass… meanwhile I decided to look at it. and also, when my other side feelings are coming to me… that keeps me in check… not deluding myself…
I know there are some monsters in my cellar… I want to embrace them when they come out… and to play together… I think they might use some joy and innocence… and singing… and dancing.. and sitting in silence… together! 🙂 will see how that goes…
I am here… don’t know if “ready”… definitely open and breathing… to experience all my shadows, to let them be in light… to heal my roots and to grow more deeper ones, to leave behind the having, the possessing and the need for demonstrating anything… to anyone…
… to embrace… to receive… to breath… to breath some more
Laura says that our identity also goes away at the moment we become mothers… I don’t know many times what / who I am… what is this “I”… looking forward to experience what’s coming, healing, dying, birthing… while breathing.
I look at myself “looking forward” to all these :)) and smiling… we’ll speak soon… :))
thank you, Oana, for bringing Laura around… for being… you 🙂
thank you, Laura, for the woman that you are, for sharing that with the world, for touching my heart
<3
to all the moms in the world
to all the moms in the world
Coming of Age ~ How we finished breastfeeding
in love with you, Sommer <3
in love with you, Mason <3
asking for a name
me to Ronen at 5:14 AM today in a night of coming and going from sleep… a lot with “IT” inside: “IT came to me the whole night… now… an hour ago, two hours ago… minutes around the sharp hours…I came and go in sleep…”he answered, asking: “IT???”
I answered: “da, don’t know how to name… the ONE that/which comes to me, lives my space… more and more often and for longer periods.”
then he said: “maybe if you ask for a name one will be presented to you :)”.
me: “I am… in listening mode… not only for the name…”
then I found myself inside… not asking for a name… I said to this Universe, to Mother Nature, in my heart: “I am listening, please guide me”.
I realized then that I was in listening mode… but not with specific intention, up to that moment.
povestea fertilitatii mele (1)
aceasta poveste a inceput demult… cel putin de cand mama era in pantecul bunicii mele… chiar si mai demult… pe cand eram praf de stele :).
un prieten drag imi spunea insa sa fiu specifica, asa ca am sa ma rezum la cum arata bucata din poveste asta in acest moment al vietii mele…
in vara lui 2015 am inceput sa ma simt pe mine… altfel, mai intens, mai profund, mai ales la momentul menstruatiei.
in ultimele cateva mentruatii simt ca al meu corp se conecteaza cu toata energia feminina a Universului. simt ca vine prin mine ceva mare… adanc, de demult… din strabunele noastre…. din trib.
ma simt canal si conectata cu toate femile din lume, cu toate mamele, cu cortul rosu.
am trecut dincolo de durere de cand am invatat vipassana – ceea ce simt la mentruatie este vibratia pura si fina a fiecarei celule a corpului meu. inclusiv la propriu… corpul meu arde in acele momente / zile (confirmat inclusiv de cei care trec pe langa mine sau ma ating). este foarte intens… foarte in interior, iar pentru a putea contine toata trairea asta am nevoie sa stau intinsa in pozitie fetala… iar daca cineva drag ma tine in brate de la spate, sa imi incalzeasca lombara, e minunat.
in acele momente ma simt goddess cu adevarat… puternica, vulnerabila, capabila, fertila, femeie, senzuala, mama in devenire, conectata, divina, sacra…
tot anul trecut, prin iunie cred, am simtit pentru prima data in viata ca exista in mine gandul ca pot fi mama in viata asta, ca pot primi un bebe care sa vina prin mine, pe care sa il primesc (deocamdata simt ca e un el.. dar asta nu e relevant acum) cu iubire si bratele deschise, pe care sa il nasc natural (despre nasterea pe care mi-o doresc in alt post), intr-un loc in natura sau in cuibul meu inconjurata de persoane dragi si speciale.
m-a surprins si pe mine gandul asta. pana in acel moment eram convinsa ca eu nu o sa nasc copii in viata asta – tocmai ma separasem dintr-o relatie de 15 ani, in acea relatie nu simteam ca este un loc in care sa primim un copil, nu ma simteam in siguranta, vazuta, acceptata si iubita asa cum sunt (despre asta in alt post, nu judec pe nimeni aici!).
in perioada in care am inceput sa am trairile respective la mentruatie am inceput de asemenea sa simt o prezenta imprejurul meu.
venea cand eram alaturi de partenerul meu, venea uneori si ma trezea in somn, noaptea. pur is simplu venea, vine… si intra in spatiu meu. la inceput eram speriata – m-am simtit violata in intimitatea mea, nu puteam alege daca sa accept sau nu, alteori mintea imi spunea ca sunt posedata… insa nu e nici una din acestea…
simt prezenta asta cu iubire in ultima vreme, cu blandete… in ultima vreme e cu mine din ce in ce mai des si perioade mai lungi.
alteori, cand eram in intimitate cu partenerul meu simteam prezenta atat de pregnant de parca era inca o persoana cu noi in spatiul fizic. efectiv parca il puteam atinge – atat de concreta era vibratia sa. partenerul meu spunea ca este spiritul spirutului ( sa ne referim la el cu M) copilului sau nenascut. stiam amandoi ce simtim si ca il simtim amandoi.
acum in ultima perioada nu mai e parca atat de intens… insa o prezenta este cu mine. nu stiu daca este M… insa e cu mine… in mine, din ce in ce mai des si perioade din ce in ce mai lungi.
il simt in corp: de obicei intra prin pantec si imi umple intreg trunchiul si bratele. in picioare nu il simt… sau poate nu am fost atenta, constienta.
imi simt pantecul foarte activ, plin de viata… la un moment dat am crezut ca sunt deja insarcinata – e ceva nou pentru mine.
in primele luni venea cand eram in intimitate cu partenerul meu sau dimineata cand ma trezeam, insa in ultima perioada e aleatoriu: vine si noaptea, ziua brusc, cand merg pe strada…nu exista momente anume.
recent mi-am dat seama de acceptarea asta… a acestei / acestor prezente… de constientizarea starilor mele. mi-am dat seama ca imi DORESC sa primesc un bebe in viata mea! imi doresc cu adevarat.
este ceva ce nu vreau sa rationez – ce este, cine este, nu vreau sa resping sau atrag prezenta sa. vreau sa fiu… cu ea… cu el… sa las, sa ascult, sa simt, sa constientizez. sa las sa curga ce vine, sa nu controlez.
stiu deja ca voi fi mama, ca SUNT mama…
fricile legate de faptul ca nu voi fi o mama buna (plecate de la “vezi pe mama mea”, “vezi varsta, nu mai ai rabdare” sau de faptul ca nu am copii si nu stiu cum sa ma comport cu un copil) au fost spulberate de cativa ani de cand am “lucrat” cu copiii.
na, nu stiu daca ce am scris este despre fertilitatea… si nu e musai sa ii dau un nume corect samantic :).
am multe sa scriu… vorbele si cuvintele sunt la mine destul de rar. exist mai mult in interior – emotii, sentimente, linisti, experiente pe care nu le pot transpune in cuvinte.
totodata simt si stiu ca scrisul pentru mine e… eliberator 🙂
asa ca, I’ll be back! 🙂
dad is pregnant too
In everything, fathers, you are an equal and essential participant if you will claim it. […]
Your baby has specifically chosen you as her father because she wishes your participation in her life. […]
Father is an essential participation of preconception to birth and beyond. His love is the current that opens mother’s heart to birth their baby at this vibration. He is invited by his baby to offer his energetic alignment of love to baby’s life. […]
Fathers are usually the masculine energy that ground the feminine energy for the couple, allowing mom to open to the baby’s soul. Mother is like a balloon, newly soaring in the heavens and needing father to be her anchor or tether. […] She needs the strength that father’s grounding and stability offers. Without a dad around, a mom must be physically more dense, more masculine and does not open to her spiritual nature as easily, nor allow the baby as deeply into her inner space.
Dad has the ideal opportunity and time to develop his protective warrior stance during pregnancy. Not the slaying warrior of the past, but a warrior who protects with his shield of love. His love surrounds and balances the emotional upheavals that pregnancy can bring.
Sunni Karll – Sacred Birthing, Birthing a New Humanity – Chapter 3 – Pursuing Wholeness For Each Newborn