Womb of the Tomb

Womb of the Tomb

When we are born, we celebrate: “Look — new life.”

But in truth, that life begins within a world steeped in death. We are born into a fallen order — shaped by inherited patterns,formed in a realm seemingly separate from the Tree of Life.

Even the womb, in its beauty, mirrors a tomb — a holy enclosure that births us into a realm of death.

And like Matryoshka dolls (nesting dolls), we carry layers — one identity wrapped inside another, generations folded within the soul. What is visible is not yet final. The deeper you go, the closer you come to the unshakable image beneath it all.

True life does not begin at birth — it begins at rebirth. It begins when we start the return journey. A narrow path, leading us back to the Tree of life,back to the presence we once knew.

We walk it not in one leap, but bit by bit — dying to what was, overcoming the flaws etched deep into the soul. Each step, a peeling back of the grave cloths. Each surrender, a breath closer to Eden.

Jesus entered the tomb — not to stay — but to shatter death from the inside. And when He walked out, He wasn’t merely alive — He was glorified.

Most call glorification death at the end of life. But in truth, it is life breaking out of the tomb here on earth.

We are not walking toward a grave — we are walking out of it.

Raised. Revealed.

Alive with a life that cannot die.