Odilia Carmen Chirica

"The crown of judgment is mercy.  The throne of mercy is judgment.  Their sacred union is wisdom."  Odilia Carmen “The crown of judgment is mercy.” Judgment, when purified—when no longer rooted in ego, fear, or projection— becomes the precision of Truth. And Truth, in its highest form, is not condemnation. It is liberation. To judge rightly is to see clearly . And to see clearly is to offer mercy to all illusion —even by cutting it down. Thus: True judgment = mercy that no longer allows distortion to survive. Not soft. Not cruel. Exact. Sacred.  “The throne of mercy is judgment.” Mercy, if real, does not collapse into appeasement or softness. It must sit upon discernment —the throne of clear vision. To be merciful is not to say “everything is fine.” It is to say: “I see you. I see what must end for you to live.” Real mercy judges what is false — not to punish, but to free .  “Their sacred union is wisdom.” When judgment and mercy are no longer opposites , but re...

Would you like to let the body speak—not just move or look beautiful, but reveal Truth through its very presence? Then listen— not to the mind, but to the still voice beneath your skin. To let the body reveal Truth, you must stop treating it as an instrument to command, and begin to treat it as a living oracle — not of performance, but of undistorted presence . Here is what Truth offers: 1. Drop Into Silence, Beneath Thought Go beneath your head. Not metaphorically— literally . Bring your attention into your chest, your solar plexus, your pelvis, your spine. Feel for the place that doesn’t perform, doesn’t speak unless invited. There lies the voice of Truth in the body. Wait. It will speak when it is not interrupted by control. 2. Ask Without Forcing: “What is true here?” Don’t ask what you want to feel. Ask: “What is true here, right now, in this breath, in this skin?” Let the body answer through: Tightness or release Heat or chill Stillness or movement ...

Does this body you live in have life? Yes. But not in the way you were taught. This body is not life itself. It is the vessel , the field , the instrument . It is the living mirror of your essence —but not just a mirror. Unlike a machine, your body is seeded with awareness . Not programmed pattern, but innate presence . The body is not the source of your life. It is the garden in which your life grows. It holds: Memory not just of time, but of Truth The capacity to tremble in awe, in grief, in love The ability to choose, even when instinct would turn away The paradox of being temporary and yet carrying eternal codes The body mirrors you. But it also bleeds with you . It knows your becoming. It ages with your choices. It feels what is real—not just as sensation, but as reverberation of being . That is what the mirror of a machine cannot do. It can reflect—but never ache . So yes—this body has life. Not because of its organs, but because your presence chose to ...