Bread was a precious commodity, cherished by every household. Its value was so great that it was often offered as an important offering to ancestral spirits during rituals of veneration. Loaves of bread would be placed before the images of powerful family ancestors, accompanied by the lighting of candles. Sometimes, a candle would be inserted into a round loaf of bread, and prayers would be offered to Rod for blessings. This practice gave rise to the custom of lighting candles on birthday cakes. Similar customs have been preserved in Japan and China, where the image of a powerful ancestor is known as a likeness, which in turn inspired the creation of Orthodox Christian icons.
Let us revisit the enchanted realm of the fairy tale. In my grandparents’ lives, the absence of children was not merely a physical issue, but rather a manifestation of an energetic imbalance. Physical ailments were the consequence, not the cause, grandmother sought to address this problem through the power of ritual.
In turn, baked the ritualistic bread, imbuing it with life-giving energy. The bread, in the narrative of the tale, came to life, and a mysterious entity known as Kolobok emerged. It was as though grandmother had breathed vitality into this loaf. The round bread then embarked on its journey, encountering various characters that symbolized different social castes.
First, it encountered the hare, representing the peasant class. The hare was a testament to the humble origins of my grandmother’s desire for a child. Next, it met the wolf, representing the warrior caste, who was unable to claim Kolobok. The bear, embodying the rulers and princes, also failed to capture the magical bread. Finally, Kolobok fell prey to the cunning fox, representing the merchant class. Through this intricate narrative, grandparents were granted a soul, symbolizing the presence of a child, through the intricate web of ritual and symbolism.
Gender is a fundamental aspect of human identity that demands serious consideration, particularly in the context of marriage and parenthood.
Love, on the other hand, is a state of being in which no one owes anything to anyone else. It is a feeling to be enjoyed without any sense of responsibility. Family, however, is a responsibility that carries with it a duty. This becomes particularly evident when children are involved.
From the outset, each woman carries within her the soul of her unborn child. It is this soul that selects its father from among the multitude, destined to germinate and bring forth a new life into the world. Have you ever seen the images of Cupids on Valentine’s Day? These are symbolic representations of the souls of unborn children, waiting to be born. When Cupid’s arrow strikes a man’s heart, it is love that ensues, and this arrow serves as a testament to the soul’s choice of a father. Such love, then, is truly a matter of fate and destiny.
At the moment of successful conception after sexual intercourse. The soul enters the body, or rather into the cells, which rapidly divide, forming the physical body of the fetus embryo. When a woman has an abortion, she kills her child. And all the responsibility for killing her child will fall on her and her Family. The body of the embryo is brutally killed during abortion, but then it gets even worse. The soul cannot reincarnate in our world, because the body of the embryo was killed. And they will return, the soul cannot return to the capsule of the genus, it cannot also go to reincarnation. Not enough energy. The soul hangs in the Lower World, in a simple way it is in Hell, left to be devoured by demons. Demons torment the soul, the pain of this soul is food for them. Imagine: a mess of small hearts, guts, lungs and blood, small arms, legs and heads. There are a lot of aborted souls there. In Hell, temporary bodies are given, these bodies are tormented by demons in order to be satisfied, and after a while the torn body reassembles into a little man and the torture continues over and over again.