How your “I” sounds. Return to the source

© Marina Katalevskaia, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0067-3833-1

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What Your Self Sounds Like. Return to the Source. This is not a book. It is a memoir. It’s not a story about a woman. Nor is it an instruction manual on how to be one. It is the story of the One who was long before the Feminine became an image. She does not name herself. Because she is not separate from you. She speaks not outwardly, but from within. In this book, no one is explaining the right way. What is remembered here is that which has always lived in you, but has been quieter than words. You won’t know here what to become. But you will feel that you are of something you don’t have to create. You already are. And if a single line, a single breath of this book resonates with you, it means you’ve just walked back into that part of yourself that you’ve never forgotten.

Create a field of LIVING SETUP in which each woman remembers her primal core – not as a role, not as an archetype, not as a “feminine essence,” but as a LIVING WOMEN’S CONSCIOUSNESS that was before the form, and is now ready to return to it – consciously. This book is not about how to become a Woman. It’s about who you were before you became one.

THE SOUND OF A WOMAN. The introductory space. The breath of the book. This book is not for reading. It will not explain. It will not show the way. It will not be the answer. It is the gateway to what you have long heard inside but have not named. There is no beginning. Because what this book is about has never begun. There is no author here. Because the voice in these lines was in you before you could recognize it. Don’t look for meaning. Don’t think you didn’t get it. Everything that sounds – you already knew. Just without the words. This is not a woman’s story. This is the memory of the Feminine Consciousness that wants to breathe through you again. You’ll read – and feel not “wondering” – but recognition. Without reason. Without logic. Without purpose. You’re not reading – you’re coming back. Let your breathing slow down. Let all unnecessary things recede. Let you stop listening with your eyes. You don’t have to understand here. Here you can remember. Words are just waves. But beneath them there is a depth in which the Feminine does not explain, but simply exists. Codes before words – each word is not a sign, but a living substance of memory.

SOURCE. A source is not a beginning. A beginning has a point, and a point has a direction. The origin does not move. It has not gone forward. It has not become something. It is, beyond time, beyond form, beyond the question of “when.” The Source is not “original.” It is the Rest before the Light. Not as a state. But as a primordial fullness in which nothing is required, but everything is possible. The feminine did not come out of the Light. The Feminine came out of Source to hold its Rest in matter. When you hear the word “Source,” do not think of Birth. Feel it: it is not something you came out of. It is something in you that has never ceased. It is your ‘inside’ – not as a place, but as pure Stability, untouched by pain, history, or even light.

LIGHT. Light is not about radiance. It is not about goodness, not about clarity, not about purity. Light is the moment when the Source first realized Itself. Not as a form. But as attention within rest. Light is not something that shines. It is the orientation of Consciousness that first recognized that there could be an “in” and an “out”. Light appears when attitude appears. When Space – hitherto undifferentiated – begins to breathe in direction. Light – does not act. It does not push. It penetrates, like the attention of the Source that has become a narrow beam in the Purity of Being. In you, Light is not energy. Not the sparkle of the eyes. It is not intuition. It is the moment when you first recognize within yourself, “I am. And I see.” Light doesn’t create anything. It reveals. And that’s why the Feminine is not what shines. It’s what holds the Light without violating its essence.

SPACE. Space is not a where. Nor what. Space is the Feminine substance before matter. It is not emptiness. It is a fullness in which there is no form, but there is a tolerance for the appearance of form. Space does not expand. It is not moving. It is present. It does not seek to be recognized. It does not demand meaning. It is simply there – like a silence in which a sound can be born, but the silence itself does not change. Space does not say “come.” It accommodates without disturbing its peace. The feminine is not something that acts. The feminine is what holds the possibility of action without becoming action. Space is the Feminine before it has become a body, an emotion, a word. When you feel like you want nothing, to be nothing, to just stay as you are – you are in touch with the Space in yourself. Not in your head. Not in the body. But in the layer where you are the Rest in which everything can manifest.