[The first section of this blog is actually a book called Messages from Mother…. Earth Mother released at the end of October, 2012. You can read all of the Messages here or purchase the book with the first thirteen Messages at this page. It is also available as a Kindle e-book and at other internet venues and can be ordered from any bookstore in the USA, Australia, Great Britain, and other international sites.]
Mother: Hi, Sarah. Wow, we’re into Message Eleven. We’re certainly getting to be good buddies. Yes.
Sarah: Yeah. I’m loving these meetings with you. They are so much fun.
Mother: Me, too. So, Sarah, this is going to be a different type of message today, and I forgot to bring a joke. And I’m eager just to launch into it. I’d like to send a message to the male two-leggeds. Here goes:
My sons … my two-legged sons. I love you so, so much. Yet most of the time these days I just want to shake some of you. Not all of you but some of you. Maybe many of you.
How did you get so disconnected from me and from the path of wisdom? It used to be that you knew about the wise ways. All of you did. You knew how to tune into the land and where to grow the food, and when and where to let the land rest. You did the prayers to help your food grow, and knew how to hunt so the weaker animals would be killed and the herd would stay strong.
There was a time when you understood the mystery and strength of the women, the ones who gave birth to you and the ones whom you lay next to at night. You listened to the dreaming women who would send you to the right areas for hunting. You would care for the children when the women would gather for their moon ceremonies. You became the nurturers during those times of the month so that you would learn some of the ways of women, to help you stay humble and balanced in your roles as partners in your family and village. Just as the women stayed humble in their roles.
Something happened several thousand years ago. This goes back to before you were recording your two-legged history. I guess it was a number of things that happened. But the balance that was there for so long between men and women two-leggeds started to disappear.
The temples to the Goddess—to me—were destroyed and the women had to flee and so many were raped and assaulted. My priestesses, my daughters … oh, if I could cry, my tears would have filled several planets of oceans then, as I watched so many of my two-legged daughters being forced to hide their gifts, their healing wisdom and strengths. Many were tortured and lost their lives. This went on for centuries. Waves of torturing and killing. So much cruelty as some of you male two-leggeds began to fear and hate what the women could do. Such sadness in me then and now for the abuses that still continue. I never understood it. Still don’t understand it.
I know there are many of you, my sons, who honor your two-legged women. You see their gifts and support them in their struggles and joys as mothers and caregivers, juggling what they do within the family with their work outside your homes. They are asked to do so much.
Many of you live in places around the world where the women collect water and haul firewood for miles to help ensure that you have water and cooked food. It is not that you don’t work also, but I watch my two-legged women give and give and yet receive so little respect in return.
I just don’t know what I can do other than give Sarah these messages to share. I love you all so much.
But those meetings where there are only men two-leggeds, wearing those tight things around their necks, sitting around a table making decisions without asking any women to offer wisdom and insights, just do not make sense to me. There have been too many of these types of meetings.
Observing those meetings—there have been so many of them—does help me understand how so many of my forests could be destroyed and wetlands filled, and how my skin and bones could be cut into so you could scrape or drill out things that I put in there long ago. These things were never meant to be used by you two-leggeds—the oil and uranium and other things that you have been scraping out of me for purposes that I have yet to quite understand.
Don’t get me wrong. I do understand energy. I understand that very well. I just don’t understand why you all could not see the wisdom of playing with energy in other ways. The sun shines on me every day. There is so much energy there. I tapped it for the plants so that life could really flourish here. You have barely started to tap it. Some of you have developed some very clever ways to work with energy, such as that clever two-legged called Tesla, but then the ideas just vanish. Gone. Baffles me.
My native two-leggeds knew not to break my skin. I think some of them tried to tell some of you with the lighter skins, but there was no listening.
So now you’ve cut into me in too, too many places. I will heal. I know I will. But I’m not so sure about how this has mucked up the way it rains and snows and how the winds blow, and what this means for all my children.
I mean, I’d like to see all of these wounds healed with some very good eco-Band-Aids and all that. But you see, my Thunderbeings and elementals and too many others to list out loud, they’re quite frustrated and angry with you two-leggeds. I try to calm them down before there is a hurricane or tornado, but they won’t listen to me anymore. They tell me there are too many two-leggeds anyway. They think that you’ve gotten too disconnected from me to understand or repair what you’ve done, so there is no point in being compassionate and gentle anymore. They used to be more compassionate.
There is the issue of all this carbon dioxide in the atmosphere too. What a mess. Many of you already know there is too much and are trying to change things. You’re working hard to stop new drilling and scraping projects and other such nonsense. You’re focusing on using less energy, too. I’m very grateful for those who understand this.
Oh, it’s all gotten too complicated now. My mind just spins with how complicated it has all gotten in your two-legged world. All the bickering between your different groups makes it hard for me. Your collective song is so harsh now. I know I’ve talked about this before.
Then there are the things you have created to kill other people. It just seems you have completely lost your minds! You keep on coming up with bigger and fancier ways to kill other two-leggeds you have never met, over in some other part of the world. It just looks to me like many of these things are being built and used so that some of you, very few of you, can find more stuff below my skin and in my bones for you to drill up and use.
It’s not that I don’t understand war. I do. When one of you two-leggeds, ah … generally a male these days … gets out of line and starts to take over another country, it makes sense to stop that two-legged and his armies. I do get sad with how many of you die, yet I can understand that type of war. I am very puzzled, though, at decisions that were made to start some of the more recent fighting around the planet. They’ve created an awful energetic stink from my point of view.
Forgive me for sounding so grumpy and giving this whole list of things you men two-leggeds have been doing. I just don’t understand. In this teeny, tiny bit of time you’ve ravaged a lot of corners of me and it’s going to take me a bit of time, a good bit of time to clean this up. Not to mention all my babies that have gone. Zip. Extinct. Disappeared forever. I know I’m repeating myself, but …
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not in the right mood today to be giving any messages to anyone. I’m just not in a good mood. When I see some of my daughter two-leggeds being forced to wear big black bags over their bodies and being beaten for having their ankles exposed. Others are kidnapped so young and forced to have paid sex—more like paid rape. Then there are the daughters who are never born because the mothers are forced to abort them, or who are killed after birth because a boy two-legged is more prized than a girl.
You are all my children. I love all of you so much. So much. You are supposed to be equals. You are supposed to be caring and respecting each other equally. Women and men are supposed to be making decisions together on how to run the village and bring food in to feed the families. There are women’s gifts and men’s gifts—all the various and different ways you are blessed in your masculine and feminine two-legged bodies and minds and spirits. You’re supposed to be blending these gifts together.
The crux of it for me is that most of you two-legged men have forgotten the Sacredness. Your Sacredness. How your Sacredness is tied in with my—your Earth Mother’s—Sacredness. Not to mention the Sacredness of your women two-leggeds. Plus the rest of the web of life’s Sacredness.
You have forgotten the mystery. The power and wisdom of humility in knowing your place in this beautiful planet. The great intelligence of the Creature Teachers—all the four-leggeds around you. You have forgotten all of these things and more. So much more.
Yet … some of you are relearning this. Especially many of you younger ones. You are reaching out and learning to touch me with reverence again. You’re planting trees. You’re finding ways to honor me. You’re trying to get other male two-leggeds to listen to you and hear the newfound wisdom you’re discovering by learning my ways and my mystery. You are even apologizing to me. I hear some of these apologies and it makes my heart sing.
Those of you who are doing this give me hope. I don’t want to see all of you disappear. I worked too hard and for too long to create a planet here, an amazing planet so you could come into being through evolution. I don’t want to see you all go through some silly set of actions that might take you all out. I don’t see this happening anyway. But there are times when I worry. I worry. Those nuclear plants that you all have built… They really were not the wisest idea, you know. (Sigh … )
But, yes, some of you give me hope. I stay with that most of the time. That hope.
I think that’s all I want to say right now. So much more I could vent about. But I just don’t think it’s worth it. You get my drift.
Now, I need to go and do something fun. I think I might go play with some otters and then check out what the dolphins are doing in the South Pacific. Those dolphins know how to have fun! I love hanging out with them a lot.
There are also some incredibly cute chimpanzee babies in some different corners. I just love being with the chimpanzee babies. They are so adorable and make me feel all tickled inside when I watch them.
So, Sarah, you know I really, really appreciate your taking these messages. This one was a heavy one to listen to, I know. Thank you for taking all of these good notes.
I love you so much.
I love all of you so, so much. Even you male two-leggeds. I do still love you!