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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 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!