[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 her personal website: www.marecromwell.com.]
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Mother: Sarah, Sarah … Sarah. I am so loving these meetings with you in the Sacred Grove. You don’t know how much I look forward to them every week. It is so much fun to be chatting with you and sharing these messages. I did not tell you this before, but I’d been trying to find the right two-legged to be my messenger for a number of years. You were the one who kept on surfacing. So I kept an eye on you until it felt like the right time to appear to you. You are a very special two-legged, so pure of heart and intention. And you’ve always loved me. I know this.
Sarah: Gosh, Mother, those are such kind words. I’m not sure if I deserve all of that. I don’t feel that special at all. As a matter of fact, I had the hardest time getting up this morning because I offended another teacher at work yesterday. It was by mistake and I felt really awful about it.
Mother: Sarah, love, you are a flawed two-legged just like every other two-legged and so lovable. Don’t fret about what happened at work. You did not intend to be mean. There are two-leggeds out there who actually enjoy being mean. That’s not you. You are a beautiful person. You are—inside and out. Plus, you’ve always been deeply connected to me. From the moment you were a young girl running around outside playing in the woods and fields outside your family’s home.
Sarah: I never thought about it that way. I guess I have been.
Mother: Yes. Yes, indeed. So, this meeting today is going to be different. I’m going to take you on a journey. A journey into the future. This is going to be fun. What I want you to do is to come over here and scootch next to me here on this small bench. I’m going to hold your hand and off we’ll go! Don’t worry, we’ll be safe.
Sarah got up from her wooden chair and squeezed in beside Mother on the bench where Mother was sitting. The space was so tight that Sarah and Mother’s sides were pressed together. Sarah wanted to just snuggle right into Mother but resisted the temptation. She knew Mother wanted her to stay alert and present.
Okay, Sarah, I’m going to hold your hand and you just close your eyes and trust me. We’re going to go on a wonderful journey! I want you just to observe and I’ll explain things as we go, okay?
Before Sarah knew it, she was transported out of her body into a dream state that was more than just dreaming. Mother was next to her, grasping her hand as they zoomed through the air. They quickly left the forest, and before Sarah knew it, they were flying over very high mountains with glaciers that extended for a very long way. They swooped over forested valleys that sparkled with streams and rivers coursing through them and over more mountains. In one valley an eagle flew close and parallel to them. Sarah could feel its piercing gaze as they flew together. Then the eagle soared off. Hawks circled below them at several points. It felt as if they were flying across the world.
Finally they arrived at a large valley with several villages dotting it. Sarah could see the chimney smoke from high up as she and Mother made a silent circle over one village. Mother guided them to the ground on the outskirts of that village, beyond a pasture of cows and sheep. Goats grazed in another nearby field while chickens clucked next to a set of gardens behind several homes.
Mother: Sarah, we can stand here and observe this village. They can’t see us. They can’t even hear us. We have traveled to the future here and are in a different dimension from theirs. I want you to observe these two-leggeds and tell me what you notice. I know you can see they are living very differently from the way you live in your apartment in the city. Or the way other two-leggeds live outside the city, in those areas where all the houses look like little boxes.
Sarah: Yes, that is so true. Their homes are so simple and they are all round and seem to be made out of—is that woven material over wood? And how interesting that they’ve been able to make curved glass windows. Their clothes are more muted colors, none of the really bright reds or yellows or oranges that we have now. What I’m really noticing is how happy everyone looks. The children are running around, playing a game with sticks and what looks like hollowed gourds. I can’t figure the game out, but their laughter is so infectious. Oh, look! One of the children is running this way!
Mother: Do not worry, daughter, this little boy can’t see us. He’ll run right by us and will never know that we’re here.
The young boy ran within three feet of Sarah and right past her to grab some more sticks and then returned to the other children close to one of the homes.
Sarah: Mother, I think I see lights inside one of the homes? Could this be possible? I don’t see any electrical lines outside and yet it looks like a lamp inside?
Mother: Yes, Sarah, they do have lamps that work. But they’ve gotten smarter and don’t need to have an electrical grid based on breaking atoms or my precious coal layers to provide the electricity. Every home has a technology that creates electricity out of a vortex box in one side of the home. I can’t explain it exactly but they’ve been able to create these systems that naturally return to the soil after they stop working. They are so clean and silent and beautiful. I love them. These vortex boxes power their lights, their fans, their cold food storage, just about anything they need that requires energy.
I love what they are doing in these villages. They don’t rely on any materials from my skin and bones. They use the trees and plants and animal parts and their labs create beautiful things that all break down in time in a lovely way. Nothing toxic like the things your culture creates now. When they go out in the forest, they work with such reverence and kindness with the plant beings. It’s so beautiful. And it’s so peaceful here. These two-leggeds have learned from the mistakes of your time to leave the stuff in my bones—my rock layers—alone. Everything they are doing is coming from what they are finding in the woods and valley around them.
Let me share more with you about these villages, about aspects of them that are hard for you to see from here. These two-leggeds are very sensitive. Most of them talk psychically with each other all the time. They are very empathic too, and are constantly communicating with the plants that grow around their homes, their vegetables and flowers, as well as with their four-legged companions, the dogs, cats, sheep, etc. They recognize they are in relationship on the same level with all their four-leggeds.
But it’s not as if these two-leggeds chat all the time. Their minds are much more still than the minds of the two-leggeds in your culture. They are able to sit with a calm mind and tune into nature intelligences from miles away. They know when rainstorms are coming several days in advance, by standing outside and listening and feeling. Their more gifted ones are particularly able to do this. They are powerful healers and very, very wise souls.
There are no prisons here, Sarah. No jails even. Certainly there are some who struggle and sometimes violate the village codes. But instead of being sent to a jail, they are assigned to be with a gifted one to be healed. The gifted ones, when they need a break because they are exhausted from their healing and spiritual work, go on retreat to a sacred cluster of guesthouses along the edge of the forest way over to the north. There is a big spring that bubbles out of the rocks near the guesthouses. My energy is very powerful in that place, and the healers go there to replenish themselves and tune into the wisdom of the spring and rocks. The village people know that the space is sacred for the gifted ones only.
Ceremonies are held here often. Ceremony for the plants, the gardens, the harvest, the moons. When a baby is born. When someone passes over. When someone goes through a major healing and is born into a new phase in their life. There are ceremonies for all of these events. I love their ceremonies since there is so much fun and love and dancing, singing, drumming—all of it. It’s such a joy for me to come and visit them here. You see, I can travel here into the future anytime I want. I do this often to help me stay hopeful in the midst of all you two-leggeds are going through at this time.
One thing this village does not have is people who have the greed sickness. That was healed several generations ago. Whenever anyone starts to show any sign of hoarding or not sharing, they are immediately asked to go and sit with one of the gifted ones for some healings and teachings. What a relief to me that the greed sickness no longer prevails here.
Yes, everything is shared. Food is shared. Homes are even shared at times when someone is in need. No one goes hungry. No one is lacking. Everyone knows the community is watching out for them to make sure they get what they need—food, or warm blankets, or even hugs. They build homes together, and it’s amazing the systems they have. These homes go up fast with everyone cooperating and singing while they’re working. Sometimes they tell jokes too. Even corny ones. I love those corny jokes, as you know.
And I love how the elders are so active. They live with their children and grandchildren. They watch the young ones when the parents are gardening or working in the village craft centers. The smiles on these grandparents’ faces. Oh, it makes me all tickled inside, seeing how happy they are. And you know what? These elders live until they are into their 120’s or so.
When an elder or anyone takes sick, they go to another part of the village, a cluster of cottages where they are treated by special gifted ones with the most powerful healing abilities and knowledge of herbs. It’s all done with such love and kindness. So beautiful.
Sure, there are times when some two-legged might get upset or angry or have a bad day, but these bursts of emotion are short-lived since they are surrounded by such love. They are supported in healing through their moment’s pain so quickly.
When there are decisions to be made that involve the whole village, they come together in a circle with specially selected women and men, elders and teenagers. All viewpoints are heard and weighed. These two-leggeds are good listeners since their minds are so still. It’s fun to watch these meetings and see how they move from voice to voice to take all the wisdom into a sacred container to distill it all into decisions that serve them all.
What is most remarkable is how they perceive time. They trust there is time for everything and that all will be taken care of in the right time. That great fear of a limited resource called time does not exist there. Some of them, the gifted ones, even know how to bend time.
Sarah, this is the future. Your culture, believe it or not, is evolving toward this.
I only wish that I could snap my fingers and take you there in a millisecond. But your culture has to work through its growing pains to finally arrive at this place, these beautiful sets of villages in clusters around the planet.
Come, it’s time for us return to the Sacred Grove now.
Before Sarah knew it they were back in the Sacred Grove. She settled back into her body as if she had been in a dream. Yet part of her yearned to fly some more and visit more of these magical villages of the future. And soar with the eagle over the pristine valleys. It was so beautiful and peaceful.
Mother: Sarah, I have just taken you to see the future. I need you to write about these villages. I need you to share what you have just seen so the two-leggeds of today can see that glimmer of potential and hope beyond the chaos that is rampant in your world today. I know it’s my world too, but your lives are so short. This is really your two-legged world that is cracking open to birth a new world. That is what your rather crazed wink in time is going through right now. My world, my planet is going to make it just fine through this very, very short-term bumpiness. I’m continuing to tweak some species with their next evolutionary phase. I’ll be working with the Thunderbeings and elementals. And the earthquakes and volcanoes. I’m fine, though taking a little bruising—it is true.
The hardest challenge for all of you today is finding hope in the midst of the turbulence. Sarah, this is one of the most important messages for you to share. You two-leggeds need the hope.
Know that each person who reads your messages, Sarah, will be seeded with this vision of hope. They will be the ones to take leadership in a variety of ways to help bring this future in reality. There will be many who won’t read your messages, and they won’t be seeded. But that is okay. Not everyone is meant to be seeded.
I will help you get these messages out. I’ll be working in mysterious ways to help you get these published and out into people’s hands. Don’t worry about that. I know you’ve never written a book before. Don’t worry.
One more thing … Sarah, this will be our last message for now. I need you to work on polishing all the messages I’ve given you and sending them off to be published. Once you’ve done that, there may be more messages later. I need you to stay focused on printing these up and spreading the seeds of hope for the future. The seeds of love and connection with me, for the future.
Sarah: Oh, Mother, please don’t stop the messages while I’m working on the book and polishing these other ones up! Please! I’ve come to love these visits with you in the Sacred Grove so much. I’ve loved Mr. Tufts and how he waits for me on the trail to bring me here and take me back. I can’t imagine stopping these meetings.
Mother: Sarah, I will always be with you. I’ve always been with you—since you were born, actually. Don’t worry. I’ll visit you in your dreams. There is a good chance that we’ll have more meetings here too. Mr. Tufts is not planning to retire from his job. He has already informed me of that. But right now you need to focus on getting this book out. Now, don’t cry. Remember, I will always be with you. Always.
Mother stood up and pulled Sarah to her and held her as Sarah started sobbing. She held Sarah for a long time until Sarah calmed down, exhaling softly into Mother’s chest for a while. Then she gently pulled back from Sarah and looked at her.
Mother: Sarah, I have just seeded you and healed your heart more deeply than before. You are a messenger for the future. For the unborn two-leggeds of the future. For all of my children of the future, four-legged children, six-legged, finned ones, winged ones, standing ones, all of them. Your work with these messages is important. Here, let me give you one more hug. Then I need to be off. But I will visit you in your dreams. I promise I will. Often.
Mother gave Sarah one more deep embrace and then touched her hand to Sarah’s heart again.
Mother: Such a beautiful pure soul you are, Sarah. I love you so much.
Okay, I’ve got to head off. Remember, I will be visiting you. So much love, so much love to you. And to all of my two-leggeds. So much love!
With a final twinkle in her eye, Mother turned, walked to the edge of the Sacred Grove and disappeared. Once again, Mr. Tufts magically appeared at Sarah’s feet to take her back to the trail in the forest. Sarah was surprised at how uplifted she felt. She thought she’d feel despairing about leaving Mother and the Sacred Grove, not knowing if she’d ever come back again. Instead, she felt buoyant and excited and started to brainstorm about how she would schedule her time to get the messages together quickly into book form.
Before she knew it she was at the trail. Mr. Tufts actually gave her a little wink before he turned and disappeared too.
Alone, Sarah hiked back to her car, pondering on her dreamtime and how she knew Mother would be visiting her there. Maybe Mother might even bring some more corny jokes to dreamtime. Sarah smiled at that thought. She’d look forward to more of Mother’s jokes—as bad as they could be—even in her dreams. Now on to the book!
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