Message 18 – Please Step Away from the Fear Cycle

[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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[Written Sunday, December 16, 2012. Two days after the school shootings in Connecticut. Twenty-eight killed. Twenty children. Eight adults.]

Oh, my children, my children. How my heart goes out to you these days of great change and turmoil. Oh, those poor two-legged children and adults who lost their lives to the crazy two-legged in Connecticut. Oh, all the suffering that so many of you are going through. I feel your great grief and rage. Such sorrow. Know that I feel it and am sending all of you my Mother Love. Huge amounts of Mother Love.

Know, my beloved ones, how much I love you. Know also that the fears that you are all experiencing don’t need to be so.

Your newspapers. Your TV stations. Your mind-numbing media are not helping you see all the beautiful, positive magic and grace that are happening all around you all the time.

And your churches and mosques and synagogues with the angry gods whom have instilled so much fear in so many of you. These are not helping either.

There is so much beauty and capacity for joy in being alive here and now on my planet. There is so much love surrounding each and every one of you, yet you do not know it. You don’t feel it and don’t take it in.

Every time you light a match, there is magic. Every time a seed germinates at exactly when they need to, and they mysteriously know when this time is, this is all magic. A baby conceived. A bolt of lightning etched across the sky for a millisecond. Beautiful, magical happenings all around everywhere. And yet most of you don’t even see it. Or feel it. Or hear it.

How I yearn for you all to wake up… Wake up! To the joy, the beauty, the grace, the mystery and all the sacredness that surrounds you each and every day. It’s all here in front of you, but most of you have just disconnected completely or almost completely.

Please, turn off the TV’s. The computers. The cellphones. All the noise that keeps you spinning in the fear cycle as if you are all a wad of bound up clothes in a bad dryer that just doesn’t know how to stop. Turn off all the contraptions, please!

And go outside. Be still. Quiet your overactive minds. Hold a stone in the palm of your hand and just feel the stone. That’s it. Only the stone. Imagine the wisdom of this stone and how ancient it is. Know that the chaos that your media is spinning is nothing compared to the eons of time this stone has known.

And allow yourself to sink into a place of Thank You. To the stone. To the day. To the trees out there. To the food you have. To the glimpse of silence you discovered for that moment. See if you can do this as often as you sit in front of your computers or use your cellphones. See… Try… No should’s. An invitation.

I love you all… hugs and love and so much more joy I send to all of your beautiful hearts, your beautiful beings.

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Message 8 – About Facebook & Twit-Twitting

[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!