𝙶𝙻𝙽:𝟷𝟷:𝟷𝟽 | "The One Who is the God of Gods is so great that He cannot be defined in the speech of men. Neither can they conceive Him in their thoughts, for He is beyond their understanding. Mortal man has limitations; therefore, let men conceive Him as they will. It is of no importance, providing their conception serves both His purpose and the glorification of man."

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Where the Mind Ends, the Bone Speaks

The phrase “I know it in my bones” doesn’t come from metaphor—it comes from memory. Not the kind stored in the mind, but the kind woven deep into the structure of the body, beneath thought, beneath language. Bones are not just support—they are record. They outlast flesh, outlast memory, and in many traditions, they are believed to carry the echo of ancestral knowledge, the quiet hum of continuity.

To feel something in your bones is to recognize it not through evidence, but through resonance. It’s not intuition. It’s the sensation of something remembered, not learned—something cellular, marrow-deep. In ancient belief systems, bones were sacred. The marrow inside them generates blood. The form they hold survives long after everything else is gone. They are the body’s last voice.

So when the phrase slips out—“I just know it in my bones”—it’s not poetic. It’s a declaration of something older than proof. A truth the body never forgot.

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Every Cell an Altar, Every Nerve a Pilgrimage

There is a theory that reverses the usual direction of salvation. Instead of reaching outward—toward heaven, toward a distant God—it folds the entire drama of redemption inward, into the human body itself. Here, the sacred word is not just spoken or written; it is seeded into matter, a biological script waiting to be enacted.

At the heart of this vision is a hidden process: a seed of potential, descending from the brain through the spinal column, cycling in rhythm with the lunar calendar. This seed—the so-called “Christ within”—must be nurtured, protected from dissipation, and eventually raised again. The ancient narrative of crucifixion and resurrection becomes, in this view, not symbolic of external events but a real physiological transfiguration. The death of the seed through bodily excess mirrors the crucifixion; its rise through conscious discipline is the resurrection.

This idea blurs all lines between spirit and flesh, doctrine and anatomy. Salvation is no longer a promise made to the soul alone but a precise alchemy of body and mind. The path to awakening becomes a literal pilgrimage within: the spine a sacred road, the fluids and forces of the body the true sacraments.

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