Come to The Mother

Lindy had to have been just around 8 when we went to Fort Smith, Arkansas in the Spring of 1998 to attend Gaga’s Celebration of Life. Lindy was small with large almond eyes running and hiding in the bushes, ducking under tables, ever playful in the presence of my grandmother’s departure. My cousins seemed to look through her as if Lindy had something that shouldn’t be seen. My family never once addressed her, said Hi or Bye when we eventually left. What is this invisability directed at my child who has an extra chromosome. You can not “not see her” scampering around a myriad of adult legs and arms folding in tightly to avoid her ghostly apparition reaching for bugs in the manicured grass. I call out to her this child of mine with UP Syndrome, COME TO THE MOTHER, COME TO THE MOTHER…my cousin John suddenly wakes up and utters THE MOTHER as if he remembers something.

Every Giver of Care is THE MOTHER regardless of gender. The Earth Mother is Mother God in planetary flesh. Mother Mary, Quan Yin, the Lady in White and so many more manifestations of THE MOTHER grace Creation. THE MOTHER is their Higher Self or Oversoul.

The Divine Feminine is returning with the power of the Wind, awakening humanity from the hypnotic ego trance paralysing the World. This malignant, parasitic ego virus known by the Native Americans as Wetiko is coming to a timely end. The women and men in the Epstein Files are exposing this infection.

THE MOTHER is the Mother of Creation and she is coming with the WIND

that will expose what has been hiding

and will heal the HEARTS of the

Children of God.

Mother Mary
Quan Yin

The Cosmos Sits on the Tip of a Pin

Title from Chances Are by Sheryl Crow, Poem by Sydney Lynn Lok

a pulsing, a breathing, a sounding

that dances an infinity

that has no spatial definitions

no confining dimensions

never an I AM

always a WE ARE

never a pretending to be

nothing but ego

realizing darkness always

illuminates light

we are all of us walking

in the same direction

until light burns off the fog

of shadow

we are this Cosmos

DANCING

on the tip of a pin

Keeping It Real

Every time you want to

grow God in the world,

reveal your real FACE.

Every time you let the mask slip,

your face

squints

from the Sun

reflecting back to you

your undiluted FACE.

When I was a kid in the 50’s and 60’s, the Sun looked and felt way more yellowish in texture. Our amnesia was just beginning to merge with our awakening. This Sun now looks and feels way more white, love undiluted in texture as I rub my fingers across its FACE.

It hurts now as this Sun reflects my FACE, magnifying it, burning off my anger, my rage, my shame. I always thought I was a black cinder lying on a white carpet becoming blacker and blacker from the harsh contrast.

No, I’m not a black cinder.

I’m not a white carpet.

I’m the loosely woven,

lit from within tsunami of orbs

stitched together and bubbling up

to dance on the Surface of Source.

The Universal Lord’s Prayer

Our Father/Mother

Who art in Heaven

Hallowed be thy Name

Thy Kingdom come

Thy Will be done

On Earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive those

 Who trespass against us  

And lead us not into Ego

But deliver us from Amnesia

For thine is the Queendom

The Power and the Glory

Forever and ever

Amen

The Solar Flare of 11/11/25

We could freak out now.

We could fry ourselves as ancient DNA resurface

or we can choose to sink and root into the cool core

of Earth Mother while the molten landscape on the surface

reshapes and cools into new forms.

Our Sun is a reflection of each of us turning inside out,

re-claiming our Power and pulsing it outwards creating Life.

The Solar Flare of 11/11/25 is emerging from our Soular Plexus.

Timelines are converging into the NOW MOMENT.

Fear becomes obsolete because there is no future to fear.

We stand at the entryway to Source’s Grand Surprise Party

where nothing can be assumed, foreseen or predicted.

Be prepared only to be delightfully surprised.