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

Hold the Field

By Zachary Fisher

It feels like humanity is crowning.

And if you’ve ever witnessed a real birth… not the sanitized version, but the raw, primal miracle of it…

you know exactly what that means.

The pressure. The stretching. The screaming. The silence between contractions that almost feels like death before life erupts through.

That’s where we are. As a collective. Right now. This isn’t the beginning of labor… we’ve been in it for years. The contractions came through the lockdowns, the awakenings, the broken systems, the revelations. But now… the baby’s head is at the threshold.

The veil is thin. And everything feels like it’s about to split wide open. Because it is. Crowning is the point of no return. It’s where you feel like you can’t go any further…

but the force of what’s coming through won’t let you go back. And it’s painful… not because something’s wrong… but because something bigger than the world we’ve known is pushing through the human form.

That’s what this moment is. All the division, the chaos, the rising tensions… it’s the collective body contracting. Every system we thought was solid is dilating. Every illusion we’ve lived under is stretching to its limit. The old world can’t contain what’s arriving. And it shouldn’t. We’re not watching the end. We’re witnessing the most sacred beginning.

So if you’re feeling overwhelmed… breathless… on fire with grief one moment and full of hope the next… you’re not broken. You’re in the birth canal of the New Earth. And the ones who came to hold space for this… the gridkeepers, the midwives, the way-showers… are being asked to breathe through this final push with open hearts and steady hands.

This is the ring of fire. And what’s on the other side… is everything we came here for.

Hold the field.

It’s happening. ZF 🔥