The Invitation – You Are Truly Loved

[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. 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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If everyone… everyone on this planet felt truly loved, truly loved, and all of their essential human needs were met, as in shelter, food, and sufficient clothing, and the power/greed/unbalanced ego system folded, what an amazing world this would be. The violence would disappear in short order.

This is my vision … This is Earth Mother’s plan … to help all know that they are loved. Even if they feel unloved by their partners, their families, their co-workers, that they come to know they are deeply connected with the Divine, and truly experience that Love. Each and every day. It is possible. It is very possible. We will get to that point. It’s just a bit bumpy right now.

Too many people don’t love themselves enough thanks to our cultural conditioning and centuries of a system that promotes competition, fear and not compassion.

The world is shifting… The Compassion, the Sacred Feminine is emerging more and more.

What will you do today? Will you find the path of forgiveness and compassion? Or will you promote more fear and separation?

The Great Divine Mother and Divine Father, Earth Mother and other beautiful spiritual beings await you… with more Love than you can ever imagine. Ever imagine.

So much love, to all of you, all of you…

xoxoxo
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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!

Message 7 – About Conflict and Soul-Woundedness

[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: Sarah, it’s another lovely day here! I’m so glad the weather is nice for our visit today. Then again, I did arrange for that. Never mind. Okay, I don’t know if you found a joke but I heard one the other day that I love. Here goes: What is the difference between snowmen and snowwomen?

Sarah: Gosh, Mother. I have no clue. Their noses?

Mother: No … SNOWBALLS!

Sarah: I like that one! That’s funny. You’re getting better, Mother. That’s a goodie.

Mother: Well, I think my sense of humor is not quite like a two-leggeds’, but that’s okay. I’m trying here.  Okay, now let’s get on with our message today. You can ask me another question.

Sarah: Okay. I have a good one. Mother, why is there so much conflict on Earth? Why are people fighting each other so much? Some of these people are even suicide bombers. Why is this?

Mother: Oh, Sarah. Yes. There is too much conflict around my beautiful Earth. I have been watching this grow and grow, and it saddens me so much. So very much.

I love you all so much. You have no idea how much I love you. If only all of you could take this love in and hold it within you, maybe there would be less conflict.

You see, the source of all this conflict is that you two-leggeds have developed a sickness in your soul. A soul-woundedness, really. Most of you have it. Not all. My beloved two-leggeds who still live very deep in the jungles, away from all those ugly wires that carry what you call electricity, they don’t have this soul-woundedness. Even some of you who live within those wires that crisscross most of my continents don’t have this sickness. Some were born without it and others have learned to heal from it in their earthwalk.

It makes my heart sing that some of you have been healing from this sickness. You are the ones who are planting gardens and remembering to honor me. You help your communities grow more gardens where there is so much sadness in your cities. In some areas where buildings have burned down or been abandoned, the rubble has been scraped away and now there are some really nice tomatoes growing there along with other veggies. I’ve been trying to grow some gardens there also, where the buildings have crumbled. Yet I like your gardens a lot too. I like how they are making some people happier in the cities. Most two-leggeds don’t appreciate my garden designs these days anyway.

You healing ones have been doing so many things that give me such joy.

But most of you still carry this awful woundedness. All of this aggression. This suffering because someone is dominating another one. Some of you two-leggeds even buy and sell other two-leggeds! What is that about? I had hoped you all would get that out of your system by now, but not so.

These suicide bombers and others who plot big schemes of killing, both people and animals—what makes them do that is a sadly advanced form of the soul-woundedness that I’m talking about here. They have gotten too disconnected from me, their Mother, and from the Great Mystery too. Their anger and hatred has gotten so deeply knotted into their souls in those groups, those clusters of two-leggeds, that they even say in their buildings where they come to pray that the Creator or Great Mystery wants them to be a suicide bomber. Well, the Great Mystery I know would never want any two-legged or any other being to act in that way.

It would be a good time for that soul who is the Christ Consciousness to come back to my beautiful planet. Oh, such a beautiful soul with such purity and spiritual wisdom. Somehow many of you have learned some weird things about this soul. When I’m hoping this soul will come back, I’m not talking about the “Saved” business where some of you will rise up to “Heaven” and others will go to “Hell” based on “Jesus Christ coming back.”

No, I’m talking about the deeply, deeply compassionate healer and teacher of great spiritual truths who knows how to bring peace back into two-leggeds’ hearts. This teacher does not distinguish between one two-legged and another with their capacity to be healed.

It’s never made sense to me why those two-leggeds are so eager to leave this magnificent planet of mine to be “Saved.” I’ve worked for a couple of billion years to make this planet as amazing as it is, with the help of the Great Mystery and others, of course. Most of this has been great fun, all the evolution stuff.

But some of these two-leggeds don’t like it enough here, I guess. It baffles me that they can’t see that my baby, my planet, is a part of Heaven, right here under their very feet and all around them. If they spent more time away from the messes most of these cities have become, they’d see this. I’d hope so, at least! But they spend more time in buildings than out in the forests or by the ocean. They, too, think that the Creator is only found in buildings. That is definitely something I’ve never understood.

So much of this just completely baffles me. I’ve never been able to get through to so many of them. I guess that’s why you’re here, Sarah. It used to be that all of you knew me and honored me and what I do, and there was very little soul-woundedness. Used to be …

I know, I just know my planet will return to being heavenly too. I’m very determined about this. If I have anything to do with this, it will get back there and it will be even better. Some of you two-leggeds are seeing this and working on it. I adore, just adore each and every one of you who are working on this. And playing on this too.

Frankly, you all work too much anyway. You need to play more, and that would help me out. I don’t mean play inside and exchange that stuff you call ‘money’ for other stuff that you don’t really need. That’s another thing that baffles me.

Go play in the woods. Or the rivers. Go sing and dance along the ocean. And pick up trash while you’re at it.

As for the soul-woundedness, some of you two-leggeds need to learn and live more forgiveness! If there was a way that I could get the clouds to rain forgiveness-enhanced water down all over the planet, I would. Hmmm … not a bad idea. I wonder if I can do that? Wonder what it would taste like? Ah … chocolate!  I might see if this is possible.

All of you need to hug each other more too.

But about the Christ Consciousness—you know I can’t give away any secrets. But some native peoples have been talking about how this soul is already here again. Some think that this soul has come back as a woman. That would suit me fine. But I’m not going to give away any secrets.

Ha! I can’t do that!

Okay, gotta run, Sarah. Hugs! See you next week! Oh … bring a good joke too!

I love you!

I love all of my beloved two-leggeds. Yes, I do…! And four-leggeds, and all the rest of my delightful critters … and stones and rivers, such a list! All of you!

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[Postscript – June 16, 2016. When Mother asked me to put this message out in 2012, she alluded to not giving away any secrets at that time. When I was writing The Great Mother Bible with her in 2014, she explained further in that book that each of us alive at this time is invited to embrace the Christ Consciousness into our hearts. We are all being called to embody that amazing consciousness in our very beings, and release the thorns from our hearts.

It is not there will be one soul that is the Christ Arisen. We are all being called to be Christ Arisen. It is true that there are some souls here on Earth who are very highly evolved and truly embody the Christ Consciousness quite deeply.  The Dalai Lama is one. There are more. Some keep themselves very private, for good reasons. 

Hugs, hugs, bigLove to all,  mare]