Category: Pachamama

Message 11 – To My Sons

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Introduction, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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!


 

Message 10 – About Cooperation & Competition

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Introduction, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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. Several gifted Native American elders have confirmed that Mare is working closely with Earth Mother. You can read all of the Messages from that book 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 came out Spring 2015 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: www.marecromwell.com.]

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Mother: Hello, Sarah … Hello, Sarah. So delightful to be together again, isn’t it?

Sarah: Yes, Mother. It was a very nice hike up here again. It amazes me how it never rains up here when we meet. Some of these afternoons it’s been rainy in the city but it always stops when I hit the trail to meet Mr. Tufts and then join you here in the Sacred Grove. I know you’ve been helping the weather a little.

Mother: Ah, Sarah. Yes, I do what I can. It would be a shame to get all wet in the Sacred Grove while we meet. Today, today … I would love if you’d share about something you’re very grateful for, instead of a joke. Make my heart sing a little.

Sarah: Let me think for a moment.

 [long pause]

I’ve been writing up your messages and sharing them with friends, and people are really responding to them. Most love them. This has inspired me to do some other creative writing. I’ve been working on some other pieces to get published too. All this writing makes me feel so alive and passionate. I love it.

Mother:   Hearing that makes me feel so wonderful! One, that people are liking the messages so much, and two, that you are doing something that makes you  so happy. I love it when my two-leggeds find their soul-work and they are so joyous. That’s just beautiful and tickles me. Really tickles me and makes my heart sing. When you are all singing with joy in your lives, it helps me sing too.

So, today I want to talk about a funny idea that many of you two-leggeds have gotten into your heads. Actually one of many funny ideas, but never mind that.

It’s the idea that this beautiful planet that I’ve nurtured along for all of these millions and millions of years is based on competition. Somehow you have concocted the notion that all my lovely species are having a battle fighting over the minerals in the soil or the sunlight in the forest—all the time.

This is not true. What’s happening, and has been happening since I nurtured those first cells along in evolution, is that most of my glorious species are cooperating most of the time. But you have seen the world through a lens of competitiveness for so long that it’s hard for you to understand this.

That two-legged called Darwin—he was a very hard-working man and traveled all over in those beautiful ships that were so silent and clean. I miss them. Anyhow, he traveled to so many various nooks and crannies of the continents and collected so many parts of plants and animals. He even studied earthworms. Fascinating man. But his mind was working so fast, and he got so caught up in his ideas of “survival of the fittest,” and “dog eat dog,” etc., that there was no way I could get through to him that he was completely missing the truth in front of him. Just like almost everyone else in his culture, he was not going to listen to me, his Earth Mother.

What most of you don’t realize is that all of the beautiful four-leggeds and standing ones, the finned ones, the winged ones, they all know it’s a dance of life. They know they need to find food and they need to make more babies. They also know they need to eat some living beings and they are lunch for other beings. It’s a dance of being completely in the moment for them.

You see, I designed it so they would be able to live with all of their special ways and be in the gloriously huge web of life. I’m constantly tweaking this and that so one species can do a little better or be a little smarter. Maybe add extra antennae, or longer ones, to a bug. Or a fish might evolve a slightly more elongated fin to swim faster. There are a billion improvements to be made all the time. You should see my “To-Do” list. It’s rather long. But I’m used to it.

When a lion catches that sickly or weak gazelle on the Serengeti, the herd knows in advance that one gazelle is not meant to live a long life. The lion knows it needs to eat. They accept these things and know it is part of the dance. This is not to say they don’t grieve though.

Oh, my elephants, they grieve so when one of them dies. I love them so, and I grieve with them: they are so wise and gentle and fine. I especially love their trunks and their feet. Some of my finer design moments. I guess maybe there are a lot of fine design moments. But I don’t want to toot my horn, really. It’s just my job to love all of my beings here and to keep on nudging evolution along.

As I was saying, so many of my four-leggeds grieve. Most of you have no idea how emotional or how intelligent most of these other four-leggeds, winged ones, and others are.

But I’m getting off track here. So, yes. Cooperation. The dance.

In the forest, trees are communicating and sharing all those lovely minerals and organic stuff all the time. But you two-leggeds can’t see it and most of you have assumed that trees are just dumb lumber standing. But they are not dumb at all. Some of you have learned how to communicate with trees and you know how intelligent and emotional they can be.

Trees grieve too. They grieve when one of them dies, especially the very ancient ones among them. They know their elders and respect them greatly. Some of you feel when trees grieve, I know.

You see, trees thrive on living in community. They have a vast network of roots and root hairs. Fungi live on the roots and act as transporters and telephones all at the same time, sharing each tree’s minerals and information with the others. This phone/chemical exchange can go from tree to tree to tree, all underground, for long distances.

At the same time, trees are chatting back and forth with each other, sharing the news in their energy fields. Trees do chat by ways other than their roots. When one is sick, they all know it. They try to help the other trees when they fall sick by collectively communicating and sharing information on how to create an immunity to the disease that has come in. I help them with that, but they take the initiative. They’re very smart.

When some two-legged walks into a forest with a chainsaw, believe me, every tree in that forest knows it, even if they are miles away. Trees are not dumb. They especially don’t like chainsaws and how mindlessly they are used. There is never any offering, no seeking permission, no honoring the Sacredness of the trees when the chainsaws come in. It makes my heart break, how many small and large chainsaws are being used all the time all over my lovely planet. Oh, my trees … my standing people. And all the other four-leggeds, six-leggeds, bird nests, all those beings in those forests that are lost, just lost, when a forest is cut.

In a healthy forest where chainsaws are far away (thank goodness), trees are cooperating by sharing their spaces with their beautiful leaves, so everyone gets enough sunlight. They are always helping each other and they know it’s a dance for light in the forest. So the lower branches in most of my tree babies have larger leaves than the upper branches. They will send out a branch in a certain direction to take advantage of a gap with more light. But it’s not as if they are fighting and cursing each other as some of you two-leggeds have been known to do at rowdy events with too much fermented drink in your bodies. They know they are a community and dancing together to live together.

Of course, there are times when a seed falls at the base of a tree and starts to germinate. This can make it kind of tough for the larger tree. But I assure you, there are intelligences there that negotiate and work it all out peacefully. Many times the seedling becomes like a lover to the original tree. It can be quite sweet to see how they grow together and develop a bond. However, most of you are oblivious to these intelligences.

The biggest challenge to me is that you two-leggeds keep on moving four-leggeds, six-leggeds, and viruses, seeds and other critters around the world. A couple of beetles that are supposed to be living in Asia, since that’s where I put them, show up in New Jersey since you shipped them there. Those beetles get out with their mates and before you know it, or I even know it, they are munching on all sorts of things and there is nothing much munching on them. Or you take rabbits to Australia. Or mongoose to Hawaii. The list goes on and on. Kudzu to the south of the United States. Eventually they all get loose. Of course they get loose. Or seeds are scattered by birds or animals or the wind. That’s what all my critters want—to be free. Wouldn’t you want to be free too?

This is when competition comes in, since these plants or four-leggeds or six-leggeds, etc., don’t have anything munching on them for the most part, they run rampant. My poor native species don’t have much of a chance. I know you know what I’m talking about.

My plants—they want to help you. They do. For thousands of years, when medicine two-leggeds have gone out for walks, the plants have whispered wisdom to them about which ones can help heal different ailments and how and when to use their leaves, stems, blossoms or roots. That is how the original herbal wisdom was shared. The plants talked with the medicine two-leggeds.

But plants only want to help when they are honored for their Sacredness. They will speak only to those who have learned humility and learned how to listen. Those who give blessings, tobacco, cornmeal, or other gifts to me in ceremony are the ones who generally learn how to listen the best. I need to see that you are willing to be humble and open and patient in order for me to wake up those abilities in you so you can listen. This is the way. Of course some of you have been born with these abilities. You are so delightful to me.

For those who learn these ways and seek to be in relationship with me, your Mother, I can help you so much. So much. But you need to want this relationship with me, and show your love to me.

It used to be that all my two-leggeds were in close relationship with me. There would be dreaming women who would come together and dream together in the same tents or caves or wherever they lived. These women were particularly gifted, and many dreamed the same things. They would discuss their dreams since these were messages from Spirit to help their village.

Sometimes their dreams were from the overarching Spirit of the deer or gazelles or other wild four-leggeds, and that Spirit would tell them where to send the men for the hunt the next day. The men would then go off and find a herd exactly as the women described it. There would be one weak deer or gazelle as the women described and that would be food for the village for the next few days. This is the dance between Spirit, the two-leggeds, and the four-leggeds who were hunted. Some of my two-leggeds still live this way. But not many.

There were very close relationships between my two-leggeds and the four-leggeds and plants. They all danced together to help each other live and make babies. It was all so beautiful. Yes. I miss that.

I know these days can return and be even better. I know you two-leggeds have the capacity to be wiser and more connected with me.

I know you, Sarah, with your pure heart—you could learn how to live in this way in very close relationship with me and all my loved beings. All my beloveds.

So, that’s it for today. I have to go and check on an earthquake that’s taking shape in the South Pacific. It’s threatening to break and I want to make sure that it’s as harmless as possible. As if an earthquake could be harmless. But I try.

One of these next times, let’s talk about how my two-leggeds might be living in closer connection and with greater love for me. That would be most fun. Let’s do a dream journey together, Sarah. Oh, I’m getting excited thinking about it.

Yes! Let’s do a dream journey together soon!

So much love to you, all of you!

Love, love, love!

 

Mother_Earth

Message 9 – About Gratitude

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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! Do you know that we’ve now been meeting for nine weeks here in the Sacred Grove? This is so much fun!

Sarah: Yeah, that’s pretty amazing. The time has flown by.

Mother: Indeed it has. So I’ve got a joke today. It’s a knock-knock joke. Are you ready?

Sarah: Hmmm … Do I have a choice? Just kidding, Mother. Of course I’m ready.

Mother: Knock knock!

Sarah: Who’s there?

Mother:Howl!

Sarah:Howl who?

Mother: Howl you know unless you open the door!

Sarah: Oy! Mother! Your jokes … they are so … precious. Yes, precious is the word. I really need to get you that joke book. I do. You are so funny.

Mother:   Well, I try. I try. Okay, so today I want to talk about gratitude. So many spiritual two-leggeds speak about this. I think I need to talk about it too. I suspect I might have a slightly different angle on it.

Honestly, your culture is really not so good at gratitude. Most of you seem to have forgotten how amazing and magical it is to even be alive. To be living in a two-legged body.

Now some of you are aware of this. And some of you practice gratitude a lot. This is a good thing. But only some. Very few of you.

But geezy-peezy, when was the last time any of you said thank you to the trees around you? Not only are the Standing People—which the wiser ones on this planet call trees—cut down cruelly to make things like thank-you cards, or toilet paper, but all the animals and plants that live in those forests are also destroyed with this—what you call “clear-cutting.” And so few of you ever think of thanking them for all they’ve given you.

I mean, don’t most of you study this about trees in school? They give you oxygen. They give you firewood. They give you wood to build your homes, shade to cool you in the summer outside … I don’t think I need to list all of the things trees give you. Not to mention all that they provide for so, so many other species. But when was the last time you thanked them?

Same goes for the water, the fish. The animals. Oh, you don’t want to get me started about gratitude toward the animals that you eat. You do need to eat—I understand this—but what is it with the way you treat these animals, where they stand all day in their feces and are given chemicals to keep them from dying there in their feces? How insane is that? Then you turn around and eat that meat with the chemicals in it? I mean, that’s crazy!

Ay-yi-yi! I really wonder about many of you and your common sense. I coordinated this planet’s evolution so animals that live on the land eat plants growing fresh from the ground, or bushes or trees. The plan is that you two-leggeds who eat meat would go and hunt them. Or you can keep some of the plant-eating animals inside fences when they get used to you, or you herd them. That’s all fine. And I know you eat plants too. But to have these poor cows or chickens or turkeys or pigs standing in manure day in and day out, and then being dosed with chemicals that you’ve come up with—this just does not make any sense to me. And you wonder why so many of you are sick … but that’s another conversation.

I wish all of you understood how amazing it is to be alive on this planet. I love this planet so much and I love you all so much. All the trees and flowers and bugs. Oh, my precious buglies. I love all of you. The fish, the teeny-tinies that you use microscopes to see. I love all of them. I even like leeches. They’re kind of cute in their funny slimy way. They all have a place here on my beautiful planet. They eat things. Things eat them. It all works out.

But you all have forgotten what a blessing it is to be alive. I’m going to repeat that. And say it louder. You all have forgotten how amazing it is to even be alive here on this planet I take care of!

All you seem to do these days is take and take and take and take … I think I could say takea million times over again. I’ve been around a long time, you know. All of you two-leggeds are such newcomers. But troublesome ones most of you’ve become in the last wink of time, from my view on things.

So it would be really nice for you all to start giving too. Giving. Saying thank you to that tree outside would be a good start. Or giving the tree some good manure too. Not the manure from the places where the cows stand all day. That manure is a little scary.

Or saying thank you to the water coming out of your tap. Or to the lakes and rivers and aquifers that you even have water coming out of the tap. Or to the water where the fish you ate last night lived. Or the fish. The crab. The lobster. Whatever you ate. Even the parsley on the plate that most of you don’t touch in the restaurants. You can thank that too. I have no clue why you don’t eat that parsley. It is usually the healthiest thing on the plate for you to eat anyway.

Please be careful how many of these fish you catch though. I am concerned about how many of them you are eating and their ability to survive all your taking. Oh, don’t even get me started on how many of my species babies you all have wiped out so far. I don’t want to go there in this very moment … makes me want to cuss really loud, and I don’t think you’re ready for the types of cusswords that Mother can say!

Hmmm … you know, you can even thank me sometimes too. Directly, I mean. You can offer tobacco to me. Or cornmeal. Doing prayers outside and laying little piles of good clean tobacco or cornmeal at the base of trees is an old Native way of honoring me, your Mother. If you don’t have tobacco, you can gift me with a small amount of whatever food you’ve got there. The whole idea is giving back. Prayers count a great deal too.

Okay. There you have it about gratitude.

Oh, oops. Not quite finished. There is something else here. When you all start expressing gratitude more, and really feeling it, you would be amazed at how wonderful that feels. For you and for me. For all the beings on this planet. When you two-leggeds start saying thank you from a place of really feeling it deep in your hearts and your bellies, oh… it’s like the way you feel when you eat really good chocolate for me. All nice and happy and slightly buzzing. For all of you to be feeling gratitude and expressing it out loud is like amazing energetic chocolate for me on my level.

You see, this beautiful energy of gratitude just starts to move through your rooms and houses, to other two-leggeds around you, and four-leggeds, to the ground under your house, to the trees and the birds and the flowers. Oh, it’s such a sweet, positive energy. And I love it. It tickles me so and makes me happy. So happy!

I love to be tickled!

I’m going to give you some homework. The next time you eat, try to eat in silence. Even if you are with someone else, both of you can eat silently. Focus on every bite silently. Chew it slowly. Say thank you to each bite and to the food on your plate, each forkful of food. Try that. Try it several times. See what happens. Enjoy the food. Enjoy what I’ve created on this planet for you to eat.

Now off with you. I’ve got other things to do. I’m a busy Mother, you know.

I love you …!

Every single one of you, small and big and short and tall and teeny-tiny to big-big … all of you!

Mother_Earth

Message 8 – About Facebook & Twit-Twitting

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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: So, here we are again. Sarah, so nice to be with you again. I just love you so much and appreciate your doing this—meeting me here for these messages, and then sharing them out there in the world. Hmmm …. I think it’s your turn for a joke. Do you have a good one for me?

Sarah: Well, Mother, I knew you’d ask. So here it is: How long do chickens work?

Mother: Hmmm … as long as they live?

Sarah: Around the cluck!

Mother: That’s very cute. Very cute. Okay, next time it’s my turn for the joke. Now, let’s move on to our message today. I can’t be here overly long. Bear with me, but I’m going to choose the topic today. I’d like to talk about Facebook and Twitter and twit-twitting on those medium and small-sized boxes most of you spend far too much time in front of. I’m referring to your computers and cell phones and those not-very-smart phones.

I know you’re starting to realize I can be a little opinionated. When you are 4.8 billion years old, you’re allowed to get a little opinionated. I do try to keep my mind open. Don’t get me wrong. Believe it or not, I am still continuing to learn. You two-leggeds continue to teach me about a few things. The Great Mystery is still continuing to share some new things with me. It’s all good.

But. But. I’ve started to learn more about Facebook, this thing on your so-called Internet.

First of all, it’s a fascinating thing. Most of my two-legged children with access to those boxes called computers are connecting via electrons through cables and wires and even through sound waves. It’s very interesting, and I suppose mostly a good thing. Some of it … but not all. You see, I’m still trying to sort this out.

There is good sharing of ideas and news, I suppose.

I love that some of you have been making new friends across the world. Though I’m not sure what kind of friendships these really are. Maybe they are really more like warmish contacts. Not cold contacts. Those would be more dead, I guess. No, those of you active on the Internet are very much alive, blipping messages and short comments so fast that it’s spinning my energetic grids in a funny, weird way.

You see, that’s part of what’s hard for me. I know one of your religions talks about the ‘monkey mind.’ This is that hyperactive mind of a two-legged who can’t still his or her thoughts to calm him or herself deeply. I know you know what I’m talking about. Facebook and Twitter are like a global collective monkey mind, all jittery and nervous, that is ON all day and all night. But it’s not my mind that is all monkeyish. It’s all your minds combined into one huge mishmash that circles the planet in a frenetic pace, while I’m left in the middle looking for planetary-sized sedatives to take. But the Great Mystery does not hand those out.

My gosh, the gossiping! The games. The trolling of total strangers’ photos and messages. The quick responses without thinking much about what you are saying. The blip this, blip that. It’s a miracle any of you can focus on anything after spending time there. I think most ants have a longer attention span than most of you do after being online.

Then there is the carping. The negative comments. Some hateful comments. Some fights. You all don’t even know each other, and you’re allowing yourselves to get all worked up over silly comments?

Don’t you know all this is energy? Your thoughts are energy. The electrons shooting these messages are energy. What a dreadful song of dancing electrons you are putting out there, most of the time.

Well, not all of the time. This is true. Sometimes there is beauty and wisdom, and beautiful connections between some of my two-leggeds there, two-leggeds who wish to help me, your Mother. And some good jokes. I like the jokes a lot. Sometimes there are some very positive wavelengths that come through and this makes me happy. But those are so far and few between.

As for Twitter. Oh my. That makes Facebook look like real conversations, the way that you all tweet this and tweet that so fast. The energy behind these tweets is not so helpful in my work as your planetary caretaker. Do other two-leggeds really need to know all the stuff that you’re typing in there so fast? How did you all get so trivial and gossipy?

Then there is text messaging. It’s like Twitter to me. Many of you walk around holding those mini-box phones and typing in little messages. I fear you will get hit by a truck doing that. Plus, you’re missing out on the bird songs, the hawk that might be flying overhead or the geese migrating.

Maybe you all could take more breaks from those things? It used to be that two-leggeds would knit or crochet, or even do macramé in their spare time. Or whittle things. Or even read a book. Be productive. Whatever happened to those things?

I wish that I could shut the whole system—Facebook, Twitter, cellphone mini-boxes, even the Internet—down for the weekends, so I could have a break. Many of you take weekends away from your jobs, but planetary caretakers can’t take much of a break. Especially not me these days.

It would make me so happy if all of you took weekends off from the twitting, Facebooking, and even turned your computers off and spent time outside with me. And with my plants, four-leggeds, winged ones … all of my other creatures. I think you all have forgotten most of them.

There is this entire world that I have worked very hard on, very hard, just outside your doors—and most of you have tuned me out of your lives. It makes me so sad how much of my planet is paved over, dumped on, dug up, etc. Most of you have forgotten all the critters that existed there where you now drive or live or play golf. Naming your streets after the animals and trees that have disappeared just does not count.

If all the two-leggeds who used Facebook and Twitter and cellphones spent just as much time outside gardening or planting trees or picking up garbage as you spent on these gizmos, then maybe I would not complain so much.

I have not even brought up videogames, the ones where you are killing each other in these artificial worlds! Since when did you all get so focused on killing? Some of those games are even blowing up dolphins! Whatever happened to games outside where you honed your ability to hunt? Or to collect herbs for healing?

You don’t hear when I complain anyway. Well, some of you can hear. Very, very few. And those aren’t the ones doing all the messaging or twitting.

I love you all. I really do. I just want to drop some sense into you these days and remind you where you came from. Remind you how all my plants and other creatures live side by side with you, but you mostly ignore them.

A mother’s heart can get heavy. Very heavy. (Sigh …) But I find hope that many two-leggeds will be reading these messages once you get them out, Sarah.

What I would love to see all of you doing instead are activities such as playing the drum. Or singing. Or dancing. That would make me so happy. Or doing all three together outside on the bare ground, in bare feet. Ohhh … I love the way that it feels when my two-leggeds do that.

Okay, enough for now. I know, I’m opinionated. But if you all only knew how all of this feels to me … I know you’d have migraines if you were me.

I love you … all of you!

Now please turn off those contraptions!

So much love to you all!

Message 7 – About Conflict and Soul-Woundedness

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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: Sarah, it’s another lovely day here! I’m so glad the weather is nice for our visit today. Then again, I did arrange for that. Never mind. Okay, I don’t know if you found a joke but I heard one the other day that I love. Here goes: What is the difference between snowmen and snowwomen?

Sarah: Gosh, Mother. I have no clue. Their noses?

Mother: No … SNOWBALLS!

Sarah: I like that one! That’s funny. You’re getting better, Mother. That’s a goodie.

Mother: Well, I think my sense of humor is not quite like a two-leggeds’, but that’s okay. I’m trying here.  Okay, now let’s get on with our message today. You can ask me another question.

Sarah: Okay. I have a good one. Mother, why is there so much conflict on Earth? Why are people fighting each other so much? Some of these people are even suicide bombers. Why is this?

Mother: Oh, Sarah. Yes. There is too much conflict around my beautiful Earth. I have been watching this grow and grow, and it saddens me so much. So very much.

I love you all so much. You have no idea how much I love you. If only all of you could take this love in and hold it within you, maybe there would be less conflict.

You see, the source of all this conflict is that you two-leggeds have developed a sickness in your soul. A soul-woundedness, really. Most of you have it. Not all. My beloved two-leggeds who still live very deep in the jungles, away from all those ugly wires that carry what you call electricity, they don’t have this soul-woundedness. Even some of you who live within those wires that crisscross most of my continents don’t have this sickness. Some were born without it and others have learned to heal from it in their earthwalk.

It makes my heart sing that some of you have been healing from this sickness. You are the ones who are planting gardens and remembering to honor me. You help your communities grow more gardens where there is so much sadness in your cities. In some areas where buildings have burned down or been abandoned, the rubble has been scraped away and now there are some really nice tomatoes growing there along with other veggies. I’ve been trying to grow some gardens there also, where the buildings have crumbled. Yet I like your gardens a lot too. I like how they are making some people happier in the cities. Most two-leggeds don’t appreciate my garden designs these days anyway.

You healing ones have been doing so many things that give me such joy.

But most of you still carry this awful woundedness. All of this aggression. This suffering because someone is dominating another one. Some of you two-leggeds even buy and sell other two-leggeds! What is that about? I had hoped you all would get that out of your system by now, but not so.

These suicide bombers and others who plot big schemes of killing, both people and animals—what makes them do that is a sadly advanced form of the soul-woundedness that I’m talking about here. They have gotten too disconnected from me, their Mother, and from the Great Mystery too. Their anger and hatred has gotten so deeply knotted into their souls in those groups, those clusters of two-leggeds, that they even say in their buildings where they come to pray that the Creator or Great Mystery wants them to be a suicide bomber. Well, the Great Mystery I know would never want any two-legged or any other being to act in that way.

It would be a good time for that soul who is the Christ Consciousness to come back to my beautiful planet. Oh, such a beautiful soul with such purity and spiritual wisdom. Somehow many of you have learned some weird things about this soul. When I’m hoping this soul will come back, I’m not talking about the “Saved” business where some of you will rise up to “Heaven” and others will go to “Hell” based on “Jesus Christ coming back.”

No, I’m talking about the deeply, deeply compassionate healer and teacher of great spiritual truths who knows how to bring peace back into two-leggeds’ hearts. This teacher does not distinguish between one two-legged and another with their capacity to be healed.

It’s never made sense to me why those two-leggeds are so eager to leave this magnificent planet of mine to be “Saved.” I’ve worked for a couple of billion years to make this planet as amazing as it is, with the help of the Great Mystery and others, of course. Most of this has been great fun, all the evolution stuff.

But some of these two-leggeds don’t like it enough here, I guess. It baffles me that they can’t see that my baby, my planet, is a part of Heaven, right here under their very feet and all around them. If they spent more time away from the messes most of these cities have become, they’d see this. I’d hope so, at least! But they spend more time in buildings than out in the forests or by the ocean. They, too, think that the Creator is only found in buildings. That is definitely something I’ve never understood.

So much of this just completely baffles me. I’ve never been able to get through to so many of them. I guess that’s why you’re here, Sarah. It used to be that all of you knew me and honored me and what I do, and there was very little soul-woundedness. Used to be …

I know, I just know my planet will return to being heavenly too. I’m very determined about this. If I have anything to do with this, it will get back there and it will be even better. Some of you two-leggeds are seeing this and working on it. I adore, just adore each and every one of you who are working on this. And playing on this too.

Frankly, you all work too much anyway. You need to play more, and that would help me out. I don’t mean play inside and exchange that stuff you call ‘money’ for other stuff that you don’t really need. That’s another thing that baffles me.

Go play in the woods. Or the rivers. Go sing and dance along the ocean. And pick up trash while you’re at it.

As for the soul-woundedness, some of you two-leggeds need to learn and live more forgiveness! If there was a way that I could get the clouds to rain forgiveness-enhanced water down all over the planet, I would. Hmmm … not a bad idea. I wonder if I can do that? Wonder what it would taste like? Ah … chocolate!  I might see if this is possible.

All of you need to hug each other more too.

But about the Christ Consciousness—you know I can’t give away any secrets. But some native peoples have been talking about how this soul is already here again. Some think that this soul has come back as a woman. That would suit me fine. But I’m not going to give away any secrets.

Ha! I can’t do that!

Okay, gotta run, Sarah. Hugs! See you next week! Oh … bring a good joke too!

I love you!

I love all of my beloved two-leggeds. Yes, I do…! And four-leggeds, and all the rest of my delightful critters … and stones and rivers, such a list! All of you!

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[Postscript – June 16, 2016. When Mother asked me to put this message out in 2012, she alluded to not giving away any secrets at that time. When I was writing The Great Mother Bible with her in 2014, she explained further in that book that each of us alive at this time is invited to embrace the Christ Consciousness into our hearts. We are all being called to embody that amazing consciousness in our very beings, and release the thorns from our hearts.

It is not there will be one soul that is the Christ Arisen. We are all being called to be Christ Arisen. It is true that there are some souls here on Earth who are very highly evolved and truly embody the Christ Consciousness quite deeply.  The Dalai Lama is one. There are more. Some keep themselves very private, for good reasons. 

Hugs, hugs, bigLove to all,  mare]

 

Message 6 – About Love

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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: Hello, Sarah! Great to see you again! Oh, but you look rather glum this afternoon. What is wrong?

Sarah: Mother, I know it was my turn for a joke. But I’m just not in a good mood for a joke. Please, Mother, tell me about love. Daniel left me about seven weeks ago so he could travel the world. I miss him so. Why is love so painful? Why can’t we love another person without so much heartbreak?

Mother: Oh, Sarah, my love. No worries. We don’t have to do a joke. Love is very hard for my two-leggeds, isn’t it? Here, come over closer to me and let me put my hand on your heart to help it heal.

Sarah went over to Mother’s chair in the Sacred Grove, and Mother put her hand gently on Sarah’s heart chakra and held it there for about thirty seconds. She finally lifted it slowly and gave Sarah a deep warm smile. Once again Sarah felt a shimmering warmth in her heart, similar to Mother’s gift of healing on the day they first met.

Mother: Sarah, just let the energy I gave you sink in. Take some slow deep breaths and just feel whatever is coming up for you. I just gave your heart some healing energy to help you release the pain that had gotten trapped there. You can go back to your chair. You should feel better soon.

Yes, love. Love is such a beautiful and powerful part of your existence, isn’t it? It’s not like most of my beloved creatures who have such strong instincts to mate and then just walk away from each other afterwards. I know some of you two-leggeds do that too, and it is certainly a beautiful way to celebrate your physicality without attachments. But you need to take care to do this with care and sensitivity.

Then there are some of my creatures such as my swans and even black vultures who mate for life and are heartbroken when their mate dies before them. I feel for them, yet that is what these species chose to do way back when they were first evolving. They carry a great heart pain, too, since most of them never find another mate afterwards.

As a Planetary Caretaker I cannot experience that type of romantic love. It’s not as if I can go date other planets and procreate little baby planets. Though the idea rather tickles me.

I know your two-legged romantic love can be so complicated and yet, so simple. For me, as your Earth Mother, true love is a way for you two-leggeds to bring more cherished children into the world. They’ve been blessed with a divine love from the love in your hearts in the moment of their conception. This is a very potent love that will carry with each child forever.

Love is a spiritual journey. Many of you forget this. The journey is never over, and it is a glorious one since your lover is your highest spiritual teacher. They will push you and poke you and tear your heart and spirit open again and again to encourage you to learn about where you need to grow within yourself. It is a journey of learning kindness, compassion and forgiveness and so much more.

If you doubt love or fear that you have none, know that this is never true. You are always loved by myself, your Earth Mother, and by the Creator. Our hope is that you can also discover the love within that you can give to yourself.

Yes, there are so many types of love. Romantic love is only one type. Please know that the Great Mystery and I do not care if you are a man loving a man or a woman loving a woman or a man and a woman loving each other. All we care about is the quality of the love there, and how your hearts and spirits are growing with this love. Ultimately the love you feel there is connecting with the Divine in each other. You can help each other develop your individual Godspaces in a powerful way.

There is the love of a parent toward their child. Or two old friends who have known each other for a long time. Or siblings in a family. Or even a grandparent and a grandchild. Where there is that heart warmth for each other, there is love. My heart sings to see these different types of love.

The mystics know about another love too, the love for the Divine. They bathe and bask in this as you all bask in the arms of your lovers. Yet everyone can learn to give love to the Creator and me, your Mother. The Creator and I are always sending you love, all the time. But this does not mean that you automatically send it back to us. This is your choice.

Ah, yes. Free will.

We do yearn for this love from you since it helps you and your species evolve on my gorgeous planet Earth. When you send this out to us, it is a divine energy that supports me and all the other beings on the planet so, so much, beyond what I can tell you here. But it is up to you to give us that love back, or not.

You can love the plants in your garden and tell them so. You can love the trees in your yard or at the park. You can work with them from a place of prayer. When you see the hawk flying overhead, you can send that hawk love. You are all my children and I do so love all of you. You are all gloriously connected in the dancing web of life on my planet.

As for romantic love, this is a beautiful path that can be a treacherous one too. It is treacherous since so many of you have not grown in your hearts to the extent you could. So you get caught up with attachment, and needs, and ego, and control, and those are cavernous pits that many of you fall into without realizing it.

Do not love out of fear. Love is not owning another two-legged. Love is cherishing and honoring that other two-legged so that they too can grow in their divine love to Creator and me. For the stronger their divine love, the more they will see you as part of the Divine too. And your love, like a passionflower vine with endless and endless blooms of such breathtaking beauty, is a never-ending journey of growth and bliss, and, yes, sometimes even sorrow and pain. But when you feed it by connecting into the divine love from me and from the Creator, oh, it’s so delightful for me. And you. And even the Great Mystery.

Not all romantic love is meant to last forever, though. Sometimes there are soul contracts between you and another two-legged, when you come together to learn and open your hearts and spiritual awarenesses to a certain place. Most times you offer a healing to the other. Then you are each meant to walk away to continue your paths elsewhere.

These are a part of a greater soul contract that each of you agreed to before you were born, when you were still in spirit and preparing to come back here for another incarnation on Earth. Each of you developed such a contract for your work here as a two-legged. Part of that contract involves some of the other beings you will meet along your path, and the ways in which you will help each other. There are a number of things you agreed to do, but most of those are beyond the scope of this message.

If you are suffering from heartbreak, do not curse that other two-legged. You never owned them to begin with. Look into your heart and your mind and see all that they have taught you. Has that two-legged encouraged you to grow spiritually? Have they brought you to a place of deeper compassion in your being? How else have they helped you to grow emotionally?

Celebrate that this other two-legged helped you grow and learn, the one you feel took a hatchet to your heart. And then give that tremendous and awful sorrow and pain to me, your Mother. And to Creator. Give it to us. We don’t want this to fester in you forever. That makes you sour and hurtful. Let it go and give it to us. We can heal anything if you allow us to heal it. But you must give it to us. Some of you use that expression: “Let Go, Let God.” Yes, but don’t forget your Mother also. You can give it to me, too.

Okay, I’ve got some other meetings elsewhere. Some of the Thunderbeings are holding a council and I need to go and moderate. They can be so uppity. I’ve got to try to calm things down.

I love you, Sarah!

I love all of you in ways that you can never know. Such beautiful, incredible ways!

Message 5 – Mother’s Thirteen Commandments/Love Directives, plus….

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Messages from Mother, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[The first section of this blog is a book written by Gaia Communicator & High Priestess, Visionary, Healer & Author,  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 an autographed copy of the book on her website www.marecromwell.com. Mare’s second book with Mother, The Great Mother Bible (Pamoon Press, 2015), is now also available via the same website. Both books are accessible as ebooks too. For Amazon Kindle versions, here is Mare’s Amazon page.  The books are found at other internet venues and can be ordered from any bookstore in the USA, Australia, Great Britain, and other international sites.]

Below is the updated version of ‘Mother’s Thirteen Love Directives & Precepts’ that was printed in The Great Mother Bible. And much farther below is the original chapter from Messages from Mother…. Earth Mother that was titled: ‘Mother’s 13 Commandments & Precepts’.

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‘Mother’s Thirteen Love Directives & Precepts’, excerpt from The Great Mother Bible. [Updated from Messages from Mother…. Earth Mother (Pamoon Press, 2012)]

  1. I, Mother, gave the planet a song. Come to know you are part of this song as one in the vast web of life, no greater, no less. All that you do affects the song, for better or worse.
  1. Your thoughts, whether from your higher self or lower self, affect the song as much as your actions, although your Western culture has denied this for a long time.
  1. Everything has consciousness. The stones, plants, even mountains, rivers and oceans—all join in the song. Know that your thoughts and actions are registered in the song and affect the stones, plants, animals, mountains and waters, in support of the positive universe or not.
  1. Develop silence of the mind and cultivate thankfulness from this place. Deep gratitude is one of the most positive things you can do for Mother and all others in the song, especially those very sensitive and intelligent ones such as the whales and dolphins who are so closely attuned to the song.
  1. Fear that comes from your head is an illusion. Fear that comes from your instincts is not. Learning to discern between the two will help still your mind and allow it to be in the moment.
  1. The song is most harmonious within an energy dance of authenticity, love, compassion, tenderness, patience and cooperation. It is good to learn this dance with all beings with whom you interact, whether two-legged, four-legged, winged, finned or standing ones (trees), or stone people.
  1. Come to understand your shadow self. Make the act of bringing it to consciousness to heal it part of the dance and celebration.
  1. It is all just energy—your money, time, job, play, and your love. Choose to make it as positive as possible and lose the illusion of fear within this energy dynamic.
  1. The foremost energy is Love—a quality of love that transcends what most of you call love. Mother loves you. Creator loves you. You all evolved from Love. Evolution is an act of Love.
  1. Know that the perception of perfection is an illusion. You as two-leggeds are the most beloved and delightfully flawed beings and that is how it is meant to be. You are perfect in your imperfections, and this makes you all the more lovable.
  1. Know and honor your Mother as you honor your Creator. And if you want to put an icon of me on an altar, that’s fun. But any other graven images are not needed.
  1. Have fun! Life is a celebration! Life is an adventure!
  1. The more you celebrate life, the more you help your Mother to heal all over the planet. By celebrating, you encourage the whales and dolphins and all others in the song to sing more harmoniously with you!

And here are my Precepts:

  • Touch me, your Mother, every day. Touch my skin, my earth. Let my healing energy come into you to calm you and heal you. Send your love energy back into me also … I yearn for you to consciously do this.
  • Do not gouge my, your Mother’s, skin or break into my bones.
  • Do not create compounds that will last longer than the very short term out in nature.
  • Honor the forests and replant trees.
  • Honor the wetlands and restore them.
  • Do not waste.
  • Clean up your rooms. Big and small.
  • Live in community. All are part of the community. Everyone’s needs should be taken care of by the community. Share.
  • Listen with an open heart.
  • Speak with an open heart.
  • Be lean of judgment and speech.
  • Be open to the mystery that lies in people and the world around you.
  • Be compassionate with yourself.

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Below is the original version in Messages from Mother…. Earth Mother:

Mother: Hello, Sarah! I like your hiking clothes today. A mighty smart-looking rain-parka you’re wearing. But you don’t need to worry about it raining on us in our Sacred Grove this afternoon. I’ve made arrangements about that. I know it looks ominous, but you should be able to get back to your box on wheels, what you call your car, before the skies open up.

Sarah: Thanks, Mother. I was rather worried about these clouds.

Mother: Oh, don’t be worried. You’ll be fine. Okay, so my turn for the joke. I can’t remember where I heard this one. How did the panda who misplaced his dinner feel?

Sarah: Ahhh… Hungry?

Mother: He was bamboozled!Get it? Bamboo—zled. Bamboo …

Sarah: Yes, I get it. I get it. Hmmm … Mother, no offense or anything, but I think I need to get you a good joke book. I mean a really good one.

Mother: You don’t like my jokes? I think they’re good. I like them. Anyhow, enough of jokes for now. So the last time we met I promised you I would come up with my own set of Commandments. Not the same ones that many two-leggeds read and pray on from that black book. These are Mother’s Commandments. There are thirteen of them. Along with some precepts or whatever you want to call the other list. I like the word precepts myself.

So I will say them slowly so you can record them. Here goes:

Mother’s Thirteen Commandments plus Precepts

  1. I, Earth Mother, gave the planet a song. Know that you are part of this song as one in the vast web of life, no greater, no less. All that you do affects the song, for better or for worse.
  2. Your thoughts, both positive and negative, affect the song as much as your actions.
  3. Everything has consciousness, the stones, plants, even mountains, rivers and oceans—all join in the song. Know that your thoughts and actions are registered in the song and affect the stones, plants, mountains and all, for better or for worse.
  4. Developing silence of the mind and from this place—deep gratitude is one of the most positive things you can do for Mother and all others in the song, especially those very sensitive and intelligent ones such as the whales and the dolphins.
  5. Fear that comes from your head is an illusion. Fear that comes from your instincts is not. Learning to discern between the two will help in stilling your mind and being in the moment.
  6. The song is most harmonious within an energy dance of love, compassion, tenderness, patience and cooperation. It is good to learn this dance with all beings with whom you interact, whether two-legged, four-legged, winged or finned ones, standing ones (trees), or stone people.
  7. Come to understand your shadow self and make bringing it to consciousness to heal it part of the dance and celebration.
  8. It is all just energy—money, time, your job, your play, your love. Choose to make it as positive as possible and lose the illusion of fear with this energy dynamic.
  9. Love is the foremost energy. Mother loves you. You all evolved from love. Evolution is an act of love.
  10. Know that perfection is an illusion. You are all the most beloved and delightfully flawed beings as two-leggeds and that is how it is meant to be—and it makes you all the more lovable.
  11. Know and honor your Mother as you honor your Creator. And if you want to put an icon of me on an altar, that’s fun. But any other graven images are not needed.
  12. Have fun! Life is a celebration!  Life is an adventure!
  13. The more you celebrate life, the more you help your Mother to heal all over the planet, and encourage the whales and dolphins and all others in the song to sing more harmoniously with you!

And here are my precepts:

  • Touch Mother everyday. Touch her skin, her earth. Let her healing energy come into you to calm you and heal you.
  • Do not gouge Mother’s skin or break into her bones.
  • Do not create compounds that will last longer than the very short-term out in nature.
  • Honor the forests and replant trees.
  • Honor the wetlands and restore them.
  • Do not waste.
  • Clean up your rooms. Big and small.
  • Live in community. All are part of the community. Everyone’s needs should be taken care of by the community. Share.
  • Listen with an open heart.
  • Speak with an open heart.
  • Be lean of judgment and speech.
  • Be open to the mystery that lies in people and the world around you.
  • Be compassionate with yourself.

Now, I’ll explain a little bit to help out here. I know that some of your smartest scientists have started to write about what they called Quantum Physics. I call it Sacred Energy, but never mind that. So everything has an energy field to it and there is a vibrational hum to these fields, but not too many of you can pick them up. But these fields exist and some of your two-legged equipment can pick them up.

I, as Earth Mother, also have a vibrational tone or hum. This is not the sound of an earthquake or lightning storm but a consistent hum. It’s not any human sound. Far from it. Your two-legged ears can’t hear it. It would be nice to think I could join a chorus with it, but now that I’m thinking about it, my tone is part of the universal chorus and the smaller group of humming planets from the solar system along with all the other planets, stars, asteroids, black holes, etc. in the universe. Not all of our sounds are pleasant to everyone but that’s okay.

There is also a collective vibration or set of sound waves that all of you two-leggeds give off. It used to be a lovely sound for thousands and thousands of years. But more recently, your sound has gotten rather … well … hard to take. There is so much anger and hatred and violence in it. It makes me so sad. Plus, it is really hurting the dolphins and whales, not to mention the other species children here—this sound that all of you two-leggeds are making together.

Now don’t get me wrong. Some of you, my beloved two-leggeds, are putting out a beautiful song as individuals. When some of you gather to meditate and still your minds, this is a beautiful sound for me. Or when there is a lovely drumming circle in the woods and you are all feeling so joyful with the beating of the drums together on the ground. Oh, that’s a lovely, lovely vibration that makes me so happy.

But not too many of you do that. Nor do you sing very often. You are all so serious. Then you go and watch movies of such violence, or play war videogames. I don’t understand this at all.

You all need to lighten up so much! Your life is meant to be one of celebration, singing, drumming, dancing. Growing food together. Singing to the plants to help them grow. Drumming to the moon. Sharing all of these beautiful foods together so everyone has food. Oh, I could go on and on. Definitely you need to have shelter and clothes and food, but to be so unhappy about making that all happen in your lives. How sad this is, for you and for me. For all the species. There is just so, so much fear in your lives.

This pains me and makes your song kind of hard to take. I love you all so much. I really do. This is perplexing to me that your society has taken the song to this place.

So, it’s getting on and the clouds are looking more threatening and I can’t stave off the rain forever. So let’s continue this conversation next time.

Thank you, Sarah … Thank you. I love you.

I love all of you buckets and buckets, oceans and oceans!

Message 4 – About Dying & Living

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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: Sarah, good to see you! Once again we meet. I am loving, loving these visits. Hmmm… I think it is your turn again for a joke. Or even any sort of silliness. I absolutely love silliness.

Sarah: Okay, Mother. I’ve been playing around with limerick writing. I memorized one to share with you. Here goes. It’s called The Banana Limerick.

Bananas have three sections
For many a predilection.
Yummy for the tummy,
Don’t eat when strumming.
I prefer them over national elections.

Mother: Oh, Sarah, I love that! You probably didn’t know this but bananas are one of my most favorite designs in all my evolution work. The way they grow hanging in bunches from the banana trees—I love how that worked out. How you two-leggeds hold them and unpeel them in sections. Even the apes do that. It just makes me feel all tickled inside when I watch all of you enjoy them. Plus the fun foods that you cook up with them too. So, so creative!

Hmmm … as for national elections. Not my favorite thing at all. At all. All the mud-slinging. There are days when I feel like giving them some real mud-slinging. But I don’t … I don’t. I restrain myself.

Okay, Sarah, you can choose a topic today again. What would that be?

Sarah: Mother, I would like to know about death and dying. What really happens when you die?

Mother: Oh, this will be fun. Good question. Though I’d rather be calling this message about “Dying and Living.”

Sarah, when you die, you only die to this dimension, this physicality on Earth. When your body gives up the ghost—oh, those poor sad ghosts, never mind them right now—then your soul-body travels to another spiritual dimension and it all starts over again. You still exist in your soul-body then. You are just not on Earth, my glorious planet, anymore. You have moved on to another spiritual plane.

It’s a rather beautiful thing, dying, actually. Though most of you two-leggeds are so afraid of it. That makes me so sad.

Some of you two-leggeds are only starting to realize there are so many dimensions to the universe. When you die, there are spiritual beings that help you cross over to another dimension. When you get to that gathering place for souls who have just passed on, there is a big party. Loved ones you knew in life greet you and there is a big, big celebration. Of course, time does not mean anything over there, so the celebration lasts as long as it lasts.

When the festivities are over, you are guided to the Library of Souls to view your particular book. Some call this the Akashic Records. Your soul has a book for all of the lifetimes that you’ve lived. Everyone has a book. In that book are the records of all you did and said, your kindnesses, your not-so-kind moments. You review your life there and are given the opportunity to consider what you might do better next time. Then, after a period, usually about thirty years or so, you come back. You’re born into another body here.

But you’ve never really died, died, as in gone, gone.

You see, the Great Mystery is not only a Mystery with a capital “M” but is also the Great Recycler with a capital “R.” Your soul just goes and goes. What is it that you two-leggeds say about an Energizer Bunny? It just keeps on going and going. Though there aren’t any batteries in your soul to give out.

Your soul-body can get sort of dented, though, and need fixing. Many times life on the physical plane can be a school of hard knocks, and your soul-body can get damaged when you’ve experienced a lot of trauma. There are gifted healers who walk among you as two-leggeds, and they can help you recover from current or ancient trauma. It’s so lovely when you find a good healer and you feel so spanking beautiful and whole after visiting one of them. It may take a couple of visits though.

I love my healers so much, since they help to bring my two-leggeds’ soul-bodies back into a place of good alignment and wholeness. The song that you put out after this alignment is so sweet. It’s actually healing for me too, when this happens. Your song is in closer alignment with my song of love and joy and wholeness. It’s so lovely. So very lovely. It’s good when you two-leggeds can find one of these healers … good for you and good for me.

Most of you don’t know this, but it’s actually a huge treat for you as a soul to be living in the physical on this planet. Eating a cherry, tasting that sweetness. Jumping into a cold river or lake and feeling your body tingle all over with aliveness. You can do this only when you are physical on this planet. You can’t do these things when you’re in the spiritual realms.

Each of you was born with memories from previous lifetimes embedded in your soul. This is what motivates you to seek out certain hobbies or careers. Perhaps you were a musician beforehand, a gifted one. Child prodigies are children who were extremely gifted at whatever skill or aptitude they had in a previous lifetime. Those soul memories are not lost.

Your soul memories can also speak to some of the deepest challenges in your current lifetime. Maybe you died of an abortion in a previous lifetime because the ancient herbal knowledge that could have prevented your pregnancy was hard to access, and you had to seek out an abortion from someone unskilled in a dirty room in a dark alley. Something that traumatic becomes a soul memory in this lifetime, and you might not be so inclined to have a child since that horrific death memory is still there within you. You might even develop health issues over time in your womb-space because of the soul trauma. This is when you could seek out a gifted healer since this type of soul memory is a wound in your soul-body.

Or maybe you cut someone’s hand off in a past life and then are born without a hand in this lifetime. That happens. Or you’re terrified to get into a boat or even to swim because you drowned in a past life. So many different experiences that each of you carry into each lifetime. Rather fascinating, actually.

If you were completely healed and your soul-bodies were singing as brightly as they could, you would love your physicality and sensuality. That is part of the great gift of being born here in a body. You get to enjoy this body for as long as you are in it. Sometimes you have pains and health issues, and other times you are experiencing the gloriousness of your body with a partner or alone. I know the aches and pains do get a little harder when you get older. It’s part of the beautiful process of being alive.

Just as my dolphin children love their physicality and rub all over each other and make love all the time since it is such a joyful act for them, you two-leggeds could be doing this too. You could be enjoying your bodies and the incredible deliciousness of being in one that is capable of making love and tingling all over again and again. Responsibly though. Responsibly.

Many of you two-leggeds have been taught that it is a shameful thing to enjoy your bodies. You’ve gotten all warped about this and made the act of bringing yourself to a full bodily wave of tingles wrong. This just baffles me so much. Why would anyone ever want to stop you from enjoying your body, this beautiful body that has been made possible through my work and love, all of my evolution, along with the Great Mystery’s love too?

Some of these so-called rules that some of you learn in those buildings where you talk more about God or the Great Mystery than anywhere else really are not helpful.

Now, I do think some of the rules taught in those buildings are smart and good. This is true. It is good to learn how to forgive. It is not good to kill other two-leggeds willy-nilly. It’s good to be kind. Not good to steal.

But the rules about that one day, the Sabbath Day, being the only holy day in the week … I just don’t get this. Every day is a holy day. Every day is a day to be close to the Creator and me, your Earth Mother. Every day and every moment is a time to consider the Sacredness of your being alive as a soul-body here on my glorious, incredibly fun and delicious planet. I mean we have peaches and chocolate and fresh bananas here. This planet is amazingly delicious!

You know, what is it that you two-leggeds call it? The Ten Commandments? Next time, Sarah, I will give you Earth Mother’s Commandments. Though I’m not sure if it will be ten. I have to give this some thought between now and then.

Okay, I’ve got to run. You know it’s still a lovely day. I hope you go for a long walk in the woods after we part here in the Sacred Grove.

Love you!

Love all of you so much!

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

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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!

Message 2 – About the Environment, ah… Me

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Love, Mare Cromwell, Mother, Pachamama, Sacred Feminine

[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.]

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Mother: Hi, Sarah!  Welcome, welcome!

Sarah: Hello, Mother. It’s great to see you. I’ve had the best week. Life is getting so much more fun. More friends are calling me up to invite me to play. And the kids at the pre-school don’t stress me out these days the way they used to. I think you might have something to do with this.

Mother: Well, perhaps. I am sending you good blessings as you go through your day-to-day activities. It’s the least I can do. You are helping me so much with these messages. So, I brought you a joke today. Are you ready?

Sarah: Okay.

Mother: What bone will a dog never eat?

Sarah: I don’t know. A chicken bone? I know they’re not supposed to eat them. All those splinters in the bones.

Mother: No. A trombone.

Sarah did not know what to say. It was one of the worst jokes she had heard in a while. It was the type of joke that one of her four-year-olds in her pre-school might have said, except they wouldn’t have known what a trombone was. Earth Mother was clearly amazing but her sense of a joke was a little off. But Sarah did not want to offend Mother so she decided she needed to be supportive at least.

Sarah: Oh, that’s cute. That’s funny. Thanks, Mother.

Mother: Thanks, I rather liked it myself. So, this time around, Sarah, do you have any big questions that you want to ask me?

Sarah: I definitely do. It’s so terrible what is going on around the world with all the environmental destruction—destroying parts of you actually. It’s so hard to have any hope about the Earth and what is going on. I know I don’t need to tell you about all the horrible events. You know so much more than I do. But the radiation from Fukushima, the mercury in the fish, the GMOs in our food, the weird weather patterns and on and on … I mean, it’s so hard to have any hope, or even get out of bed in the morning with this news. How can we have any positive future with all of this happening right now? I’ve felt such despair and have been so depressed about all of this until you and I started meeting. But still, even though my mood has gotten better, the news is just awful.

Mother: Yes, I can see how you and so many others feel such despair these days. These are very trying times. And believe me, they are trying for me also. I’m not exactly having a party right now with all of this going on. Between the contamination itself, the forests being cut down, coral reefs dying … and the way you two-leggeds are fighting, it’s enough to give me a bad case of malaise.

You two-leggeds have only been around for a short period, but you’ve certainly wreaked some havoc. Some parts of me feel a little like the cancer you two-leggeds and four-leggeds get. But I don’t get cancer. I’m so ancient that the places where there are huge strip mines or environmental contamination, such as Bhopal are just little irritating scabs I’ll heal over rather quickly in geologic time. But it is going to take a long time as you two-leggeds count time.

I am 4.8 billion years old and getting that kind of age on you gives you a much greater perspective on what’s happening now. All of these wounds on me will eventually heal back over, and the contamination will get buried into rock layers just as the oil deposits and uranium layers were buried many millions of years ago. I am honestly hard-wired to heal. But it’s going to take a couple million years. That is certainly more than a little wink of time.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m certainly not a happy camper with all of these foolish activities that are so destructive to me and all of my babies. No. So many species are gone now. Extinct. I worked for millions and millions of years to bring these species into being through evolution. It is very irritating to me that you two-leggeds have wiped out so many, so fast. I mean in the wink of an eye, gone.

(Sigh …)

But I’m most worried about you two-leggeds. I’m worried about what is in your hearts these days. What is this sickness that has overtaken you that compels so many of you to be so blind and ignorant and, well, greedy? This makes me so sad. Very sad.

I love you all so much. You are my children. All of this evolution that I brought forth on this beautiful planet is my love at work. But somehow you’ve lost touch with the love. You’ve lost touch with me and my millions and millions of years of love. You’ve been taking it all for granted.

Okay, I’m starting to make you even more discouraged now, Sarah. I can see this. I’m sorry. That’s not what I want to do.

So, here are some things that can help you and your friends, and others. This will help you build up hope again. I will list them for you.

Know that I’m so, so ancient that I will always heal from what is happening now. I, your Earth Mother, am not capable of dying.

Hmmm … I take that back. When this solar system sizzles out in billions of years, I might move on from being the Caretaker of this planet to some other job in the universe. But I won’t ever die. My consciousness will always exist. And I can’t worry about all that’s in the future. All we have is NOW.

For you two-leggeds, all of you can do a number of things NOW. Here goes:

Plant trees. Anywhere and everywhere you can. I love my Standing People, as my native peoples call trees. Wherever groups of trees are planted and nurtured they call in other species to live amongst them. Trees are very good at this and love doing it.

Have fun! Think in circles and not straight lines. Everything cycles and gets reused. A fallen tree log becomes food for mushrooms and all sorts of other critters after that tree has lain on the ground for some time. Cycles, circles. I’ve never designed a straight line anywhere on the planet. But you two-leggeds are a little obsessed with straight lines these days. Rather boring to me.

Go back to the wisdom of the plants instead of all the concocted chemicals that you have made up in laboratories. This never made any sense to me either. I already provided you with all the chemicals you need from plants. It’s all there.

Have more fun! See the web. I don’t mean the Internet. I mean the Web of Life. It’s all connected.

Grow more of your own food near your homes. All of those lawns that are mowed way too often, I’ve never understood those. And don’t even get me started on the raking of the leaves in the fall. If it is open land and does not have a forest on it, then why don’t you grow food there? Put in a garden. Herbs. Flowers. Vegetables. Get some goats, chickens, or sheep. But lawns? They don’t do anything for me. Especially when they are treated with your chemicals to grow only one species of grass. It’s that straight thing again, I suppose. I’m into parties of species all living together. You two-leggeds call it biodiversity. The more wild parties of all sorts of critters and plants, the better. This is how I steered evolution. Wild parties of plants and animals.

Have fun! Throw a party growing the food and then cooking it together. Invite the neighbors. Have your own wild parties!

Stop breaking my skin and digging into my bones for your energy. It hurts me and just is a mess once you get it out. I’m talking about the oil, the uranium, all the heavy metals. And fracking for natural gas! Oh, my, fracking is the most stupid thing you two-leggeds have come up with since nuclear energy. You come up with some doozies. Putting all those chemicals in the ground to force the gas to come up is going to take me a very, very long time to clean up. Very. Why do you need so much energy anyway?

Have more fun! Think of all the ways you can use a bicycle or the wind or sun to do what electricity, or fossil fuels, provides you right now. Have bicycle parties. Take them apart and turn them into utility bikes to haul your groceries or a piece of furniture. Why not?

Hmm … what else? Oh, yeah. Get to know your neighbors. Help your neighbors out. If they can’t grow food on their yards since they’ve gotten elderly, ask if you can grow food there and share it with them. Have potlucks. Dinner parties with music. Cook your homegrown veggies. Preserve them. Grow gourds and use them to make new musical instruments or feeders and houses for my small winged ones. Ask your elderly neighbors to tell stories. If they’re too grumpy, go ahead and be nice to them anyway. They’ve probably got some old wounds from some other parts of their lives and just need some love.

Did I mention have fun? Bottom line, have fun in your life! Life is meant to be an adventure and a celebration!

Oh, right. Please remember the sun. The sun has all this energy and it gifts the planet each and every day. Even when it’s raining, the sun is still out there. How I love our sun. Couldn’t have done all of this without the sun, you know, all this evolution. You two-leggeds can be more creative with the sun too. Some of you have been. Need to get those ideas out more. Why do you need to break into my skin and bones when you have the sun? There is the wind too. I really like those newfangled wind thingies … what are they called? Right, turbines. I find them almost as good as something I would’ve come up with for evolution. Good on you for those.

Well, this list has gotten probably too long. I need to head off now. Other projects elsewhere. A Mother’s work is never done.

Love you, Sarah.

Love to all of my two-leggeds. And four-leggeds … and winged ones … all of my beloved ones!