" Yes? Who is it?"
She didn´t expect any visit. Not today. Although, in her dreams she had seen them
coming, returning. The elder woman, tending her garden: wild roses in luxuriant red
and timid pink, untamed clusters of tyme, sage, rosemary and lavender, unnamed
flowers covered in blue and the lushy, most cherished cherrytree next to some others
of simular kind, now dressed in gorgeous apples as fall approached., noticed her inner
senses announcement as an atmospheric release, a joyful shivering in her bones.
Her beloved children.
The knocking persisted and she went to the front porch of her house.
And there they were. Her children. They had travelled far and for long, she could see.
" We are back. We missed you. We missed your heartful care and your wise ways."
" I see... and?"
" We came to retrieve something we lost, or, at least, forgot"
" So, what did you forgot, my beloved ones?"
" We forgot to honor the feminine. We dismissed our dreaming-selves and the sense
of unity and cooperation, the sense of emotional connection and meaning... and
loving care vanished as we went along with our buisyness and striving., our sense of
security within this world disappeared as control and conquering overshadowed
joyful spontaneity." her children said. with momentarily sad faces.
" And the magical approach as well, I guess?"
" Indeed, mother. Not only did we ridicule it, we feared it. So much, magic itself went
underground. Woman was to be feared, as nature, as almost anything natural, anything
we considered unpredictable and unreliable. This we have reconsidered and that is why
we made an halt and came here.... we feel ashame of our arrogance."
" You should not. You did what you had to do."
" What do you mean?"
" You had to leave home. As all children must. You had to cut the connection to your
roots, to your parents. You had to pretend a distinct separation in order to develop
your individuality. How else could you establish a firm and solid platform for your goals
and activities; a clear and precise focus for your experimentations in directing energy
into matter, if you didn´t closed off and ignored the knowledge provided by the inner
self, the connector between mundane self and All That Is.
And now the time has come when you need the feminine, the magical dreamer within,
to rise to the surface and furher guide your path consciously, helping you to understand
your creations.
It is time to realize that everything you percieve and encounter is self-created., the inner
self being the creator. You cannot move into the new era with ease and discernment
unless you understand this principle. And you cannot qualify for this approaching phase
unless you have understood the profound and divine interconnectedness with Nature
and all her children. You cannot honor the sacredness of life unless you love. realizing
all is energy and all energy possess consciousness and that consciousness is endowed
with creativity, imprinted with the intent of enhauncing the quality of life, for all of its
expressions."
Her children were quiet, drifting along with their thoughts, and some touched their
dreaming selves, this she could clearly see and she took her time until resuming:
" The magical approach..."
" Yes?"
" ...is best described as living with ease and trusting life. This simple formula should not
be misinterpreted as an excuse for avoiding responsibility or indulging in ignorance,
no, it is simply advicing do not worry. Life as we know it, is the surface-event of
grander "invisible" activities taking place within our multidimensional reality, and the you
that you know is but a fraction of your greater identity, the real you.
By relying to your inner purposes and solutions, a sense of relaxation and trust may
very well dissolve many of your worries, thus many of your problems: the dreaming
self is extreamly creative, always with your best interests in mind.
This you came to remember, this you forgot.
And now you are here, because you all felt it is time to loosen up the restricted self
and the too narrowed focus with which you have so far interacted with, allowing new
concepts and perceptions to expand the nature of your reality."
It was getting late. Her guests were tired. As all travellers are upon arrival at home.
She was suddenly aware of the fact that her little bed-and-breakfast friend were soon to
be expected. The little hedgehog arrived every night to seek shelter within the raked heap
of leaves she purposly arranged as bedroom. Her body responded to a plesant tickling:
yes, there he was, making himself comfortable., ready to dream.
" Dearest mother, soon we will go to sleep and tomorrow morning,as you know, we are
going back to our daily concerns,so, tell us about honoring the feminine."
The old wise woman straightened her back as smile sprinkled her eyes; glistering gems
in misty woods; oceans of playful waters ; timetunnels for carriers of light, and she
responded:
" Everything is born of the feminine. She is the mother of all things, everthing you
consider real in your world. She is the magical dreamer of life into existence.
She is Spider Woman, weaver of the fabrics of life, the connector of all worlds, of
alla directions, all powers and is therefore situated in the center, the heart..
She is the Woman of the Waters, distributing the sacred fluids, the sacred bloods
within all of creation. She is the inner Oracle in the cave of your memories, holding
memories of past, present and future, knowing the story of all.
The feminine is within everybody and everything.
Earth is a living, loving entity and everybody living on her body, all her children,
carries the imprint of eternal integrity and validity. Each and everyone, the most
miniscule and the least recognized; atoms, molecules, cells, snnowflakes, viruses,
flies, worms... and the grandest, as part of the environment; deserts, mountains,
oceans, valleys.... together with the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds, the crawling
ones and the winged ones are all connected and endowed with creativity; the
purpose of fulfilling its own utmost expression, thus enhauncing the quality of life
for all of existence.
Honoring the feminine is honoring the sacredness of life. No regulation, or law,
can force you to do that, only love. Because you do not harm, surpress or depleate
that which you love. By staying in your heart, you honor her. When you do, you feel.
And when you feel, you connect. Compassion and loving care emanates from that
place where you know everything and everybody to be one. And, most importantly,
the knowing that all species and nature itself explores reality from a standpoint of
good intent. Regardless of what kind of present reality you form and experiment
with, no matter how many failures or misconducted situations you find yourself in,
, personally or collectivly, the initial drive is always of good intent. Remember, always.
The mother is patient and allowing, all loving, knowing her children are here to learn.
To playfully know themselves by their creations and to mature into responsibility."
They were all sleeping. Luminous dream-bodies floated and lingered impatiently, eager to
embark no-time journeys; star-lit highways to realms otherwise obscured by daily concerns.
And she, the mother, undressed her earthly robes, went to sleep, to meet with other Earths
and discuss which probable one to choose from in the actualization of the new era, the becoming
Earth. ...
hm, she thought...
I´d better take this one with me:
Everything is born of the Feminine
Nothing should be done to harm the Children
as a founding statement...
Trust yourselves, follow heart. Walk the Beauty Way. Honor yourselves
and thereby honor me, your mother. Despite of what you think, your are doing well.
And remember, as your mother, I´m fine.
