Cosmic Womb

[Adisa]

“Where do we come from?”

It’s a question probably asked across every culture and every language.

A question that still rises in the minds of curious children today.

Long before humanity had to rush out the door for work,

before alarms, commutes, bills, and routines —

people had something we rarely have anymore:

Time.

Time to observe.

Time to reflect.

Time to watch the heavens and wonder.

Before television, before books, before screens,

there were storytellers — poets, prophets, magi —

people who tried to make sense of the patterns above them.

They noticed the sky was not random.

The sun rose with perfect timing.

The moon followed a faithful rhythm.

The planets wandered but never lost their path.

The stars held their places like a map.

From this came astronomy.

From astronomy came symbolism.

From symbolism came mythology.

And from mythology came the earliest ideas of God —

not as abstractions,

but as light,

as order,

as the shining realm above.

Deus, Dyeus, Zeus, Jupiter —

all names meaning “the bright sky father,”

the masculine force of illumination.

But ancient people also recognized the feminine force —

the Earth, the first mother,

the one who receives, forms, and brings forth life.

Before light, before land, before heaven itself—

there was water.

Darkness over the deep.

Spirit moving over the waters.

A cosmic womb.

The universe begins the same way we do:

in darkness

in water

with spirit stirring the invisible

and with separation marking the first moment of becoming

“He divided the waters from the waters.”

Above and below.

Heaven and earth.

The masculine and the feminine.

The seed and the womb.

The hexagram captures the same truth —

the upward triangle of heaven

interlocked with the downward triangle of earth.

The ancients weren’t naïve.

They weren’t inventing fairy tales.

They were mirroring the only pattern they knew:

Life begins in a womb.

Creation begins in a womb.

We come from a cosmic womb.

And maybe that’s why people continued looking up —

not to escape this world, but to understand where this world came from.

The heavens told one part of the story.

The earth told the other.

And humanity stood between them, trying to remember its beginning.

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