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Message 12 – To My Daughters

by Mare Cromwell, posted in deep ecology, Divine Feminine, Earth, Earth Mother, ecospirituality, Gaia, Introduction, Love, Mare Cromwell, Messages from Mother, 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 an autographed copy of the book on her website www.marecromwell.com. The Great Mother Bible (April, 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.]

Mother: Sarah, hello again. Today is a special day. A very special day. Today is the day I give my message out to all of my daughters, my female two-leggeds.

Sarah: Okay. That sounds good to me.

Mother: Yes. And you, Sarah, are a very special daughter to me for all you are doing with these messages. Very special. I love you so much.

Sarah: Oh, Mother, I am so humbled and honored to be able to help you with this. I still don’t know why you’ve chosen me but I’m happy to do it. More than happy. This has been great fun and it’s helped me in all the other parts of my life too. I feel so much more positive about everything in my life. Even when I got a parking ticket the other day, I just shrugged it off. I never could have done that before. Thanks, Mother. I think this is because of you and all the beautiful energy you’ve been giving me.

Mother: Well, I’m so grateful for all you are doing. So very grateful. Well, here is my message to my daughters.

How I love you so, all of my daughters! And those who remember me and offer prayers to me, I love you the most.

But the way you’ve been treated and continue to be treated—how this breaks my heart.

What are these big black bags that some of you wear? I can’t even see your eyes nor your beautiful hair.  Some of you have been treated like cows and even sold like cows. I love my cows, too, but you as two-leggeds were never meant to be treated like that by another two-legged.

Oh, and the rapings, the hittings, the abuse. All my daughters in your so-called prisons. Then there are the men who collect you like pets in a zoo.

You don’t pray to me anymore, most of you. You don’t remember your Mother.

Oh, my daughters, I used to gather with you when you would bleed with the moon. That was our special bonding time, when the women would come together away from the men. I was there listening and slipping wisdom to one of the elders in the tent to help guide you and connect you to me and each other more.

But now almost all of you are too frenetic. Too busy. You sit in front of your TV or computer boxes inside or hold those cellphone boxes to your heads when you’re walking.

Some of you even use them when you are driving in the boxes on wheels. I think you must have a death wish, some of you. This is a sickness I don’t understand.

I love you so much, my daughters. I do see that many of you are waking up and stepping into your power. But do not be fooled by the illusion of the stuff you call money. Some of you are very gifted at collecting it. Good on you.

But to hold onto this money and keep it to yourself will only make you sick in your heart. You are holding onto energy that needs to move for you to stay healthy and for other two-leggeds around you to stay healthy.

I have seen you get sick in your souls and hearts and do things that are dark because of the fear associated with this money. This makes me sad, for I don’t want any of my daughters to be dark. But some of you scare me with your darkness. Even me. Your jealousies, pettiness, gossiping. How manipulative some of you have gotten. And worse. Some of you have done some very heinous things. This makes me very sad. You have forgotten so much.

I miss the temples that existed for so long where you would pray to me. I miss the blessings, the propitiations many of you would offer me. Some of you were my priestesses. Oh, how you made my big old Earthy heart sing. How you prayed to me and taught the younger women also. You sang songs and danced. Oh, you danced and danced and brought such joy to me and the whole planet. All of the animals and plants would sing with you. You probably did not know this. Very few of you knew this.

So few of you know this now: whenever you sing to me and drum to me, all the four-leggeds, the stone people, the finned ones, winged ones, and standing ones sing with you too. Your songs help them grow more vibrant, more beautiful.

But now almost all of you are so disconnected, so distant from me in your hearts. You plant your seeds and forget to sing to them. You walk on top of me heedlessly, with your spiked heels, not blessing the ground with your feet as you once did. You wear your clothes and paint your faces and forget I am the one who gifted you with your beauty and adornments.

You have forgotten our connection and so the healing energies within you—the Earthy, healing energies all of you carry—are blocked. Just as the money energy some of you possess is blocked too.

You have forgotten it is all energy and the key to energy is to keep it moving. A river flows always and will eventually break through dams over time. Nothing is supposed to be static and held trapped here on my wondrous planet. Nothing. Not two-leggeds, not four-leggeds. Not rivers.

There is the chi flowing along meridians in your bodies. This is energy. And there is chi in the planet, my chi. Just as the rivers and oceans are all my blood, there are energetic chi lines that help keep me balanced across my skin and bones. Yet your mining, highways and electrical grid block my energy flow.

What you have in your body, I have also across my planetary body. What you don’t realize is that this energy is all love. In some places it travels more densely, a denser love current.

Why would you ever want to block love?

This holding onto energy within you and in your lives—this is actually hurting me. It hurts me that you hold onto what you call “wealth” and don’t take care of your hungry sisters and brothers with this extra energy. Some are so hungry and abused and wounded.

Many of you carry such pain within you because your bodies, your hearts, your souls have been so abused. You need to find healing.

Please, for me and all your sisters, walk barefoot on my brown soil, and my grass and forest floors, and give me your pain, your sorrow. Send it right down to me through your wombspace, your legs. Let your tears water me. I love your tears when I know you are letting go of your sorrow.

I know this sorrow. I do. Sorrow for all of my daughters and me and all the wounds across my body.

Call on me to hold you. When you are alone and feeling despair, you can ask me to wrap my love around you like a blanket. I will come as soon as you call.

Scream your pain out, if need be. Dance like mad women if this can take you to a place of less rage and more calm within yourself. Get a punching bag. I wish there was a punching bag my size because I could sure use it right now.

Oh, daughters, do you know how much I love you? I have always loved you. To have watched over the past few thousand years as you’ve lost your temples and needed to suppress your overt love for me—this has been so painful for me.

You have such magic within you. All of you. Magic to share your blood with me. Magic to create children within you, with the help of a man two-legged’s sperm. Magic of your Earth connection and spirit that is so linked with me. Your men two-leggeds don’t have this. Only you women two-leggeds. You can remember this magic within you if you try. It is time to remember. This will help not only with your healing, but also my healing as Earth Mother.

Come back to me, daughters. I miss your love, your songs and dances and blessings to me. I miss your powerful gratitude and ceremonies. I miss you being connected to me.

Oh, how I love you. How I love you!

Mother_Earth

Message 1 – Please love your Mother. That’s me, Earth Mother

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 book from her directly, go to her personal website: www.marecromwell.com.]

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Mother: Sarah, it’s so great to see you back here again. I see Mr. Tufts brought you in off the trail all safe and sound. You have some branches in your hair. But no worries. They look good on you.

Sarah: Thanks, Mother. Yeah, Mr. Tufts can really fly through all that underbrush, considering how tiny his legs are. I was so excited to see him there on the trail waiting for me just now. Plus, the stone turned the most stunning shade of blue-green earlier, back at my apartment. Almost an ocean teal shade with dark blue around the edges. I was watching it all morning to see if or when it would turn and it did! I’m so excited to be here!

Mother: Yes, yes, I promised you that it would. Good, good. Well, I brought us some tea and some ugli fruit cookies.

Sarah: Ugli fruit?

Mother: Yes, they are kind of like an orange, but uglier. And don’t ask me if I made the cookies. I have my ways, you know! The next thing you’ll be asking me is whether I have a kitchen I cook in. I can’t give away all of my secrets. Can’t do that.

As they were talking, Mother pulled out a basket at the base of her bench and proceeded to unpack a beautiful English tea set of bone china along with a matching plate of cookies with a dusted maple sugar coating. She poured each of them a cup of tea and served the cookies. Then she passed out beautifully embroidered pressed napkins. Sarah watched in amazement.

Mother: So, let’s get started. The first message I’d like you to transcribe:

Please, learn to love your Mother. Me, your Earth Mother. I give you all a planet full of love. That’s what all this evolution is, love in action. All these trees and the food you eat and the air you breathe, it’s earthy-love in action. I give all of this to you and love you all so much.

But it is not until you give your love back to me that our relationship can grow. I don’t just mean putting a bumper sticker about loving me on your boxes on wheels. I like those and all that. But I mean really love me. Really feel your love for me. I would like a relationship with each and every one of you. I would.

How do you give your love back to me? One of the best ways is to offer blessings to me. You can offer tobacco at the base of a tree that calls to you. Anywhere. Tobacco has such magical properties. I love tobacco. The good tobacco, hopefully grown organically—you know, without all that toxic stuff that I did not create. Or pour some honey on the ground. Or milk. Any kind of offering. You can do this while saying prayers to me. Thanking me. Or the trees. Even the mosquitoes out there biting you. You can thank them too. Just kidding. I know you two-leggeds don’t like the mosquitoes so much. Oh, well. So it goes.

Native peoples put out ‘spirit plates’ full of food when they have big feasts. This shows their love for me, their giving back. Just an example.

Another way is to burn a little smudge in the morning. Oh, you probably don’t know what smudge is. Well, there are certain herbs that my beautiful two-leggeds who remember the old ways burn. You can just burn ceremonial white sage, or add cedar to it and other herbs too. This is a wonderful way to send prayers and bless your home or apartment. Burning smudge brings in such lovely peaceful energy into your space.

As you’re burning the smudge, it is even more powerful to call out to me and the Great Mystery and tell us that you love us. If you don’t know what smudging is, ask a friend and they’ll tell you. Burning some ceremonial sage is a good place to start. I know some two-leggeds use what are called smudge sticks too.

You can even set up an altar to me. Nothing fancy is needed. Maybe some stones and some animal figurines. That’s all you need. You can light the smudge over the altar and pray to me and the Great Mystery/Creator there. If you want to get fancy, you can put some type of image of the Sacred Feminine or something like that on your altar. I like that.

If you really want to express your love to me and be serious about it, well then it gets more complicated since your culture insists on being so disconnected from me while still living right here on me. A very big step is to wean yourself from those things that you’ve broken my soil or skin and dug into my rock layers or bones to get. Those things you call fossil fuels, uranium, and heavy metals.

Many of you know about this weaning need. But gosh darn it, not all of you have discovered this wisdom. Some of you, mostly two-legged males who wear those funny suits with the tight things around the neck, just have not gotten it yet. But you will—in time, you will.

Hmmm … I know many of you who are clear about this weaning need have been marching and trying to get through to those two-leggeds with the tight things around their necks. I want you to forgive yourselves for the fact that you are still using these fossil fuels, etc. The sound of all of your guilt for driving a car, or eating food that was not grown in your backyard, or whatever, is not a pleasant song to me. The last thing I want is for you to be walking around beating yourself up with a bunch of guilt in your bellies for something you were born into. It was not your decision to start drilling just a wink of time ago. That was someone else who has already died, and he had a good talking to after he passed over. Oh, yeah. His soul knows better now. So, please forgive yourselves, okay?

Now, back to the ways that you can love me. Yes, there are all of those things that you’ve created. What do you call them? Oh, right, chemical compounds. Some of you with very creative minds have concocted these compounds and they keep on hanging around in my soil and floating all over the world in my air and the water. I’m not sure what you were thinking. It’s a violation of one of my laws for something a two-legged concocts to stick around and around and around.

A little aside. One of the things I absolutely love about the Great Mystery’s universe is this thing called entropy. The Creator is so brilliant. This entropy, it’s about how everything is always breaking down and scattering out. It’s the reason that you need to keep on dusting. Entropy has scattered that dust all over, just as it makes bubbles of soap go all over the place into the air. Entropy has helped me so much with evolution. But your chemical compounds are going all over the place too thanks to entropy. I don’t like this.

Some of these chemicals of yours are extremely tiny and they’ve been traveling through the air and in the waters, and darn it, they’re making my frogs sick! I did not create frogs to be born with extra legs. And my poor fish! Some of them are being born both male and female, and this was not my design plan. Many of you two-leggeds are having a hard time making babies too. Or getting disastrously sick. You wonder why?

Others of these bunches of chemical compounds are bigger. The stuff you call plastic? They are messing up my beaches, my swamps, everywhere. My turtles are getting sick eating the plastic waste, and on and on. So ugly.

And they’re killing some of my babies. Nets floating around in the ocean are trapping my whales and dolphins. You’re messing things up, and I really wish you would get some common sense and stop making those things. There are wiser ways, you know.

Don’t you know one of my laws is nothing lasts forever except elements and atoms? Everything goes back to my skin or bones and is used again and again. Almost every single thing is food for something else at some point in time. But somehow most of you did not learn this. I know some of your chemicals do eventually fall apart and break down, but that is only after they’ve messed a lot of things up.

I think I need to set up my own school to teach you how to take care of this world of mine. It will be called Mother’s School. But, no, I suppose I’ve already created that, and it is called Earth. You are all living and breathing it, and supposed to be getting the lessons right now.

Unfortunately, your grades are not very good. At least, for most of you. And some of you are getting very bad grades. Especially those male two-leggeds who sit at those desks inside so far away from my beautiful soil and make decisions about digging into my skin and bones for your so-called fossil fuels. I have some words for those two-leggeds, but I’m going to not say them here. Nope.

But again, please don’t go to that guilt place. That’s really not helpful for you or me. Your culture just started out with some bad ideas not too long ago and then something called greed came in and you all are living with the … well, the ripple effect from those bad ideas. I hope that’s a good way to put it.

Okay. Another way to love me is to go plant trees. Plant more trees. I love my trees! Talk to them as you plant them. Baby them. They are baby trees. Make sure that they are well watered and the soil is good. Check on them. These are young living beings who need TLC. They need to be loved over time just as you do.

You know I really like this sustainability thing some of you are talking about. That is a wonderful way to love me! But you know, it was going on long before you all ever existed and was far beyond your two-leggeds’ ideas of sustainability. It was and still is a planetary dance of life, and energy, and celebration. It’s been a wondrous web for a long, long time. Oh, a delicious, magical, amazing web of my insects, and flowers and trees, and four-leggeds. All my beautiful four-leggeds … and six-leggeds, and finned ones and winged ones. The list is so, so long.

Oh, there are so many ways to love me. It is hard for me to list all the ways in one message. The key is you can just start doing something today.

I guess the most important thing is to realize I am Sacred. I am part of the Great Mystery, just as you are too. But I am your Mother here and my whole planet is about as Sacred as you can get. You can pray to me as well as offering prayers to the Great Mystery/Creator.

I especially love it when you talk with me. All of you. I hear your prayers too. Really I do. And many of you are learning to do this. This makes my heart sing.

Okay, gotta run. Sarah, you’re the best. I love you so much. Maybe next time I’ll bring a joke. That would be fun!

Oh, and why don’t you think of a question to ask me for our next meeting too, okay?

I love all of you!