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July 13, 2025  

The Sacred Distinction of Inner and Outer Space: A Norse Pagan Reflection on Black Holes and the Wombs of the Mother Goddess

In my continued weaving of mysticism and emerging scientific ideas, I have come upon a new thread — a further mystical black hole theory. It speaks to the profound difference between what we perceive as “space” outside a black hole, and the very nature of “space” within it.

When we stand outside and look upon a black hole, its immense gravity compresses it into what appears to be a minuscule, dark maw — a singularity or event horizon that seems infinitesimally small. Yet, if we were to cross its threshold, we would enter an entirely different expanse. The very concept of size, distance, and space is a construct birthed inside the black hole itself. Each black hole contains her own womb of space, generating her own realm of form, time, and reality. The outside concept of space and the internal concept are fundamentally distinct, each bound by its own sacred laws.

In the mysticism of Norse Paganism, this distinction resonates deeply. Our cosmology speaks of many realms — Midgard, Asgard, Helheim, and others — each existing in their own separate “spaces,” connected by Yggdrasil, the World Tree. These are not merely distances to be crossed, but entire realms unto themselves, each a unique outpouring of the Ginnungagap, the primordial void.

So too it is with the black hole, which stands as a modern mirror to these ancient truths. Each black hole is like the womb of Frigga, the Great Mother, who births within it a wholly new cosmos. Outside, the form appears small and tightly bound, but within, a vast, fertile expanse unfolds, complete with its own constructs of space, its own pressures, balances, and dances of matter.

This leads to a profound realization: within each space exists a separate portal of reality. What is “real” inside one cosmic womb may not mirror the laws or the scales of another. The inner sanctum and the outer realm are not the same — and to step across the veil is to be born anew into different truths.

In our Norse spiritual understanding, the difference between the inner and outer, between the hushed sacred space of ritual and the broader lands of Midgard, is of immense importance. The vé — the consecrated enclosure where we commune with gods and spirits — is a microcosm of this very concept. Inside the vé, we cross a boundary and enter a different order of being, where the laws of spirit and the whispers of the gods shape reality.

Thus, each black hole stands as a cosmic vé, a sacred womb of the Goddess, generating her own space and shaping her own mysteries within. The outer face is not the truth of the inner world. As seekers upon this path, we are reminded that all thresholds — whether those of black holes, vé, or even the dark yoni of the Mother herself — are not mere boundaries, but profound gateways to other realities.

May Frigga, Freyja, and the ancient Norns guide us in honoring these mysteries, ever mindful of the holy distinction between what lies outside and the infinite possibilities that dwell within.

July 13, 2025  

The Womb of the Great Goddess, Frigga and The Black Hole in Recent Theory Containing Our Universe

New theories in cosmology suggest that our entire universe may dwell within the depths of a colossal black hole — a revelation that speaks to the mystery of existence unfolding within a vast, living womb. As our telescopes stretch their gaze ever deeper into the cosmos, subtle evidence emerges, whispering of this possibility.

In this vision, a profound correspondence becomes clear: just as all life is irresistibly drawn to the sacred mystery of the vagina — the hallowed portal through which every human enters this world — so too is all matter compelled by gravity, the primordial force of attraction. This energy of desire, this pull that binds the very fabric of reality, is embodied by the Goddesses of love and longing: Freyja, Venus, Aphrodite, Tripura Sundari Sri Lalita, and countless others. They dance outside the cosmic womb as gravity itself, ever beckoning, ever drawing all things toward union.

Black holes are thus the great cosmic vaginas, dark and unfathomable, pulling light and mass into their sacred embrace. Here, within these celestial wombs, dwells the Mother Goddess — Frigga in her deepest aspect — who receives all that is drawn by the forces of desire. Within her divine yoni, she gestates and transforms the gathered energy into the very substance of time, space, and form. The womb is her inner sanctuary, where creation takes shape, cradled in profound mystery.

And here I speak of my own theory, born of a fusion between mysticism and the reaches of scientific thought: within the womb of the black hole, all energy is compressed into form by the immense gravity — yet this form itself generates a counter-pressure, like air filling a balloon. It pushes outward from within, sustaining the womb’s spaciousness, preventing it from collapsing entirely upon itself, and thus creating the very arena where stars, worlds, and all the myriad forms of existence may dwell. This dynamic tension — the inward pull of gravity and the outward push of form — is the sacred dance that keeps the Mother’s womb open, vibrant, and full of life.

Thus it is the Goddesses of desire, luminous personifications of gravity, who lure all energy and matter toward the sacred threshold. And within the profound sanctuary of the womb, the Mother Goddess shapes this gathered essence into the manifold wonders of reality. In this way, the sacred vagina and womb stand revealed as both cosmic truth and earthly mystery — the divine vessel through which all being is drawn, held, and birthed anew.

I have just now received yet another profound thread in this tapestry of thought — my own theory, emerging from the marriage of mysticism and the very fabric of science. It reveals that this must mean all these countless black holes — each a womb of the Mother Goddess — themselves exist within even vaster black holes. For gravity, that irresistible force of desire embodied by the Goddesses of love and longing, should not exist outside the sacred pressure of the Goddess’s womb. It is only within the enclosing embrace of such cosmic wombs that gravity, this divine pull of attraction, finds its stage upon which to dance. Thus, all creation is nested, womb within womb, yoni within yoni, each black hole cradled within the dark, fecund embrace of greater and greater Mothers, echoing into infinite mysteries beyond imagining.

I am but a humble mystic who wanders the realms of spirit and symbols, occasionally dipping my hands into the cool waters of science. I hold no mastery over the intricate mathematics of advanced physics, and so I gladly leave it to you — the seekers, scholars, and scientists of such domains — to explore, test, or even challenge this theory should your curiosity be stirred.