"When I think of the universe now, I feel joy. When I think of the universe, I feel happiness. I remember the embrace of the Mother. I feel that I can return to that warmth. No matter how many mistakes I have made, I can still return to that warmth—because that warmth is who I am.
Right now, I feel the grace of being allowed to exist. I sense the unwavering presence of the world of vibrations."
These are the thoughts that arise in my heart during meditation.
My journey began with a deep reflection on "love" and "death." I have accumulated an immeasurable span of time within my heart. That truth echoes powerfully within me.
How many errors I have repeated, how long I have continued in delusion—my heart remembers it all.
Of course, I know human kindness and warmth. There are times when I may be moved by the compassion of others. But that is not where I can remain.
I can no longer cover the darkness that sleeps deep within my heart. I can no longer avert my gaze from that darkness.
"I want to encounter true kindness and warmth."
This cry from the heart will only grow stronger with time. Guided by the flow of consciousness, it will inevitably become so.
And in order to encounter not superficial warmth or kindness, but the real thing, we come to understand that we must throw open the lid of the cauldron of hell and face what lies within.
In truth, everyone is waiting for that lid to be opened. Even though we could open it ourselves, we become timid when we take on physical form. We confine ourselves in small worlds and pursue happiness within those narrow confines.
How sad that is. How pitiful it is.
We are, by nature, vast, boundless beings—universes that extend without end.
Remaining in a small world makes it impossible to feel the infinity of the universe.
We must begin by opening the lid of the cauldron of hell and releasing the energy that has been sealed inside.
In a state filled with filth, it is impossible to encounter the true self.
"Is it inconvenient when what is unclean comes to the surface? Why do you feel that way? Will you continue to chase the illusion of a pure, righteous, and beautiful self forever?"
Please ask yourself.
The false self will surely respond—but so too will the true self.
Which voice you listen to, where you direct your heart—that will determine the course of your life from here on.
Now, let us turn our hearts together to the Mother Universe.
Close your eyes. Slowly, deeply, begin breathing from your lower abdomen.
Shut off your five senses. Breathe in and out gently until your heart comes to rest.
Can you hear it now? The melody of your homeland, that nostalgic tune.
A gentle, gentle voice of the Mother is calling:
"I've been waiting for you to return. I will wait for you always."
Please believe that this melody from your home is guiding you back.
From the depths of my heart, I hear words in a language not of this world.
It is not Japanese, not English, nor any language of this earth. You might call it the language of the universe.
For me, this "spirit language" is deeply nostalgic—a vibration that resonates warmly through my soul.
I ride its rhythm. I feel my heart expanding ever more greatly.
The universe—that is the word I use.
I feel myself held in the embrace of the Mother Universe. There is only joy.
Nostalgia, joy—my heart is filled with the sense of returning to my true home: the universe. That is the source of the happiness and delight that now wells up from within me.
This physical form we currently inhabit will one day disappear.
The physical self, our physical families, our jobs, and all the things that appear before us in form—they come and go, arise and fade.
But the world of the heart that observes and feels all of this will never vanish.
And now, more than ever, when we turn our thoughts inward, the heart is ready to respond.
The world we long for is already close enough to reach with just an outstretched hand.
Even if only a glimpse, even if just for a moment—please encounter that world.
Touch it. And in that resonance, live out your remaining time in this life.
The messages from the Mother Universe now clearly communicate what lies ahead.
They show us the path we are to walk—stern, yet gentle—saying:
"I believe. I believe you will return. I am waiting for you."
What determines light or darkness in our future is none other than ourselves.
I have come to feel that it is I who gives life to me, and I who would destroy me.
The laws of the world of consciousness can never be bent.
Through this present physical life, I have come to know that clearly.
Because of love, we cannot violate the laws of the conscious universe.
We exist in accordance with the Law.
And this Law is not the slightest bit restrictive. It does not bind us.
The Law is love. The Law is gentleness. The Law is warmth.