Message 25 – Mother’s Love Cord Connection

[The first section of this blog is a book written by Gaia Communicator Mare Cromwell called Messages from Mother…. Earth Motherwhich 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.]

My beloveds, oh, my beautiful, beautiful two-legged ones.

I need to help you understand something. This is something very important and it has caused me such sadness for so, so long. This has been going on for thousands of years now.

I have talked about how much I Love you. Oh, I Love you so, so much. And yet all the times I can say this, you cannot really take this Love in since something happened many hundreds of years ago.

Each one of you, every single one of my beloved two-leggeds was born with the inherent capacity to be deeply connected to me. Not just from your heart, but from an energetic cord of love energy from me, your Mother, to you, connected at your lowest chakra. Your ground chakra that is at the base of your pelvis. This capacity has been there from the time the first two-leggeds evolved and, etc., etc.

But the Abrahamic belief systems, Christianity, Judaism, and Islamic faith, all of them together through all their wars, rapings and pillagings, and suppression of the Sacred Feminine—they cut this energetic cord. Native peoples don’t have it cut. That is why they are so much more grounded and reverent of me, Mother. They walk with this Love cord of energy pulsing back and forth and back and forth all the time. Even when they dream when they sleep. When they go to the toilet and get in their cars, or horses. Their Mother Love cord (like that name!) is strong and pulsing. For them, it’s just how they are and most of them are not even aware of this Mother Love cord.

But for the rest of you who were raised in the cultures of Angry Gods (the Creator is not all that, but a lot more of other stuff… but I don’t want to get distracted here), your cord was cut many, many generations ago. Oh, so, so long ago. Through the rapings, torture, burning of temples and persistent repression of any connection to me, Mother, your cords were cut. So much so that your childrens’ cords were not there, and grandchildrens and on, and on, and on.

Oh, this has made me so sad. For so long. You see, this is why you have been walking around on me so unconscious and spinning and weaving such dark actions that hurt me again and again. Most of you are not connected to me.

But. But… this does not need to continue. You can bring this cord of Mother Love back into your lives and your work and your being any time. It is really very easy.

Let me explain. This is all you need to do to reconnect this cord. You need to sit on the ground/floor/porch/wherever cross-legged. And if you have a hard time sitting cross-legged, then stand barefoot on the ground/floor/you-get-the idea. And tune into me, your Mother. Put your hands on the ground and send your love to me through your hands. Feel it in your heart and imaging that Love energy moving through your arms and down into me through your hands. (If you’re standing, just put your palms down facing the ground.)

And then ask me to fill you with my Love through your hands. Then bring your hands up from the ground (or from your side) and bring my Love energy into your spirit body and then physical body. Gather this energy up as if you’re gathering a cape of Love energy around your torso and then sweep it around your body. See if you can feel my Love energy come into your spirit/energy body and physical body, and then tuck it all in… all this beautiful mixing of energy of yours and mine. Women can tuck it into their center at their belly or wombspace. Men can tuck it into their heart center – the center of their bodies.

Next—as you’re sitting or standing there, send Love energy from the base of your pelvis down into me, Mother. Just imagine a stream of beautiful white energy pouring from your pelvis area, at the very base of your groin, shooting down into me. And then, visualize me sending a white energy back up to your pelvic area, the base chakra there. And in a millisecond, this energy back and forth has become a cord of energy. This is a cord of powerful Love connection between you and me, Mother. Keep on feeling it, sending it down and pulling my energy back up into you. It’s a pulsing Love cord that keeps on going and going.

As you do this, you will probably start to feel some amazing shifts. You may start to feel as if you’re finally here in the present, in a way that you never have been. Your mind may calm a bit and your ability to focus get stronger. Keep on feeling that cord, that pulsing Love connection.

You can get up from your seated place and move around. Walk around with the cord pulsing back and forth. Keep it moving… Feel it as you get in your car. Feel it as you walk through the mall. This cord is there with you all the time now. If you keep on feeding it with Love and sending me Love from there, I will keep on sending it back to you. Oh, such fun! We will be so connected then.

I am so excited sharing this with you today.

Okay, everyone try this. You will enjoy it SO MUCH!

I Love you, Love you! How exciting to be getting these Love cords activated again. I have missed you all for so long. I mean really miss being connected with you.

LOVE!

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NOTE from Mare: several months after this message, I created a guided meditation/spiritual activation on how to connect with Mother via a Mother’s Love Cord Connection. It is a 20 minute meditation and brings her healing energy up into all of your chakras. It is available for a low fee on my website. xoxoxo

1/24/13 Postcript – I posted the link to this on Facebook this morning to encourage others to take a look at this Message. And a friend responded with this. (This is a very gifted woman whom is very connected with Earth Mother, a powerful spiritual warrior of a woman.)

Glad this is good for you, Mare. The concept of a connecting cord with the earth was introduced to me years ago. Though worded differently it has echoes of the same teaching. I suspect they both originated from the same place. The energy can also be broadened to incorporate the root chakra of more than one being, perhaps including a ill or distressed being in your arms, an entire room, or even of an event. All can be rooted in and nurtured by the earth. I’ve witnessed profound changes to my environment when I take a few seconds and reaffirm my ‘cord’ as you phrase it. I’ve seen fighting animals immediately settle and eat side by side, I’ve seen dysfunctional meetings become quiet, heart-centered and focused on outcome, I’ve experienced immediate, profound changes in my own emotions. Regardless the method, words or visualizations used, it is a vitalizing practice to re-establishing our unique connection to the being of this planet, and through her familial relations to all the universe. There are so many good ways to meditate at any given moment.

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Message 12 – To My Daughters

[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 11 – To My Sons

[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!