Message 3 – I’m Not Happy, But I’m Not Dying

[The first section of this blog is a book written by Gaia Communicator Mare Cromwell called Messages from Mother…. Earth Mother, which was released at the end of October, 2012. You can read all of the Messages here or purchase the printed book independently. It is also available as a Kindle ebook and at other internet venues and can be ordered from any bookstore in the USA, Australia, Great Britain, and other international sites. The Great Mother Bible is now also available as an ebook and hard copy on Amazon, and other ebook venues. If you’d like to order a personally autographed copy of any of Mare’s books from her directly, go to her personal website: www.marecromwell.com.]

Mother: Hello, Sarah!  Good to see you again. Yes, it is very good to see you again. I’m not sure whose turn it is to do a joke, so I’ll go ahead and do one. Heard a really good joke the other day down in New Zealand. “How does a penguin build its house?”

Sarah: Hmm … I didn’t know penguins had houses. I thought they collected stones for nests.

Mother: Well, you’re right. But let’s pretend they make houses.

Sarah: I have no clue.

Mother: Igloos it together! Get it? Igloo… chunks of ice!

Sarah: Oh, Mother…! You know your jokes are kind of corny. I like them. I do. But they are on the corny side.

Mother: Yeah, I know. I think I’m partial to the corny jokes. Alright, this is actually going to be a short lesson here in the Sacred Grove and then I want to go for a little stroll with you to show you some things.

Remember, I love you all so, so much. All this evolution around you and inside of you is an act of love between me and my work and the Great Mystery’s work. Please take this in. I love you all.

So, I need to set the record straight on something. I’ve been getting the drift that some of you two-leggeds think I’m going to die with all the environmental destruction, climate chaos, or global weirdness, as some of you call it.

I am not going to die.

Somehow you’ve gotten the notion that because some corners of me are being polluted with toxins or species are going extinct that I, your Earth Mother, your Earth, is going to go belly-up.

Well, first off, planets don’t go belly-up. We actually don’t have bellies. And that’s not what we do anyway. I will be alive as your Earth Mother consciousness for as long as this solar system exists.

When the solar system finally fizzles out and Earth along with the other planets go off into stardust, then I will go and have a vacation for a couple of million years. Then I’ll probably be assigned to another fledgling planet, to help nurse it along. Or I might do something else. I was assigned to this splendiferous planet way back, but my consciousness … who I am … may shift to being assigned to some other part of the universe later on. Way later on. But those topics are beyond the scope of this message.

So, no, I won’t die. Planet Earth will not die.

However, having said all that, many of my species babies have died or are in the middle of dying or being extirpated, a funny-sounding word that you two-leggeds have come up with in English. Extinction is forever when it comes to my species babies. It took me a very long time to bring those species into existence, so I’m none too happy about seeing them disappear in a snap. No, I’m not happy about that at all.

But it does give me great hope that so many of you love me. More and more of you are growing to love me more. And seeking to restore forests, and wetlands, and helping to heal certain corners of me. We just need a whole lot more of that going on and a lot less destruction, such as trees taken down and wetlands filled in.

You know I’m working on an evolutionary development for you two-leggeds, but it’s just taking too long. It’s something to do with an anti-greed vaccine, but I’m having a hard time getting the pharmaceuticals to support the research.

Just kidding! I don’t hang out with the pharmaceutical companies. I love the idea of an anti-greed vaccine, though.

Okay, so I promised you a short walk in the forest, Sarah. Let’s go!

Whereupon Mother grabbed Sarah’s hand, yanked her out of her wooden chair, and headed straight to the far corner of the Sacred Grove and into the surrounding woods.

Sarah, I want to take you outside the grove where we’re going to lie on our bellies and peer at the forest floor. In this body, I guess I do have a belly. How funny. Anyhow, we’re going to gently scratch around the forest duff a little, and I’m going to show you a few things.

Mother magically pulled out a beautiful wool blanket of many colors that was about six feet by eight feet from a hidden pocket in her outer skirt. Apologizing profusely to all the insects large and small on the forest floor there, she carefully spread the blanket out for them to lie on.

Sarah, so few of you do this. So few of you actually take the time to lie still on the ground and just watch the life around you. Especially on the forest floor.  This makes me sad. I love it when you two-leggeds show interest in the animal and plant life around you. I especially love it when you talk with them, and give them love. They deserve love just as much as any two-legged or four-legged. Trees love to be loved up. They all adore that.

So, here. Look. See that little millipede? Watch their tiny little legs. So many of them. I was so proud of myself when I designed them. All those little legs. So cute.

And here’s a grub under this small piece of wood. Nice and fat and juicy, but we’ll put him back since it would be nice if he grew into an adult beetle unharmed.

There’s a small wasp over there. The kind that doesn’t sting, don’t worry. And under this small piece of wood are all sorts of little critters. I honestly can’t remember all their names in this very moment. I have so many babies and I know about all of them, but don’t ask me to list all the ones that are here right now. Some are so tiny  you can’t see them. I can see them though. There are bacteria. Insect eggs. Plant spores. Mycorrhizae. Oh, so many, many babies, just right here in just one square inch.

And if we dig in the soil a little with this stick … need to move some leaf litter … let’s see. There’re some more beetles, different types. A pill-bug. Oh, there are billions and billions of bacteria, microbes, microscopic life here, just under this very blanket we’re lying on. Plus, you know what? Your two-legged scientists have not even discovered all of them! Right here in your country, in a forest that is only about thirty miles from some two-leggeds with all of those degrees at one of those university places,there are species they still don’t know about. I rather like it that I still have so many secrets.

Let’s look at the dirt. Most of you think dirt, or soil, is dead. Oh, no. Not at all. It’s so alive and beautiful, and everything in it is always feeding and being food for something else. Oh, yes, it’s such a dance of life, even here in the dirt.

Sarah, there will always be some wild corners like this alive on the planet. Always. I’m making sure of this.

Oh, I have so many, many secrets that the scientists have not discovered. So many. Most of them they won’t discover since their lens on the world and science is so limited.

Oh, but now I’m getting bugs up my skirt! They’re starting to crawl up on the blanket.

I love you guys too, but off my skirt! Don’t get all caught up there. No!

Sarah, I think that covers the message for the day. I don’t want to have to kill any of these buglies but some of them bite and I need to shake out my skirts and gather up my lovely pocket blanket.

We’ll see you next time. Mr. Tufts is waiting for you inside the Secret Grove again to lead you to your trail.

I love you! Love all of you!

Bring a good joke next time!

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