❤️ Mountains of My Heart ❤️
From the Great Council of the Grandmothers, November 12, 2016:
“The time you are living in is called the age of destruction – the Kali Yuga. It is the lowest point. At this time evil rises to the surface to be destroyed. This dark-age takes place just before the arrival of the incoming Golden Age, so today you are watching out-of-balance Yang energy creating destruction all over your planet. This IS the Kali Yuga. This is what is happening on earth now and because it is, you must learn to cope with this energy. You cannot reason with it because it is entirely destructive. Instead, you must hold steady within yourself and observe its wild behavior from a position of power. If you do this, it will not be able to feed on you. Your steadiness will help contain its rapacious energy and it will not be able to do as much damage as it would otherwise.
Call on the Net of Light and hold Sacred Space. Be mindful of who you are!
You are here on earth to occupy a steady place in an unsteady world. At this time reach out to one another in service. Many are suffering now. Feed the hungry, visit people in hospitals and prisons, provide shoes to those who need them, help the animals. If each of you plunges into one activity of service, together you will do great good, turning many hearts to light. Find a service project for yourself. We ask this of you because we know who you are. You are our hands and hearts on earth.”
She Will Become Stardust
She will forget the fairies for a while.
She will try to hide her skinned knees behind longer dresses.
She will put down her crayons.
She will try to fit in, and begin to hide parts of herself.
She will stop singing to birds.
She will wonder where babies come from.
She will, even at this age, think about having babies.
She will make friends with the underdog.
She will wonder who will love her.
She will lose the bridge to her imagination.
She will have circles with friends in the forest.
She will find a style that is her own and love it.
She will begin to doodle on her homework.
She will try to fit in, and then rebel.
She will sing in the band, and in her car.
She will begin to bleed with the full moon.
She will, with support, try not to get pregnant.
She will join the march and fight for justice.
She will have her heart broken and break others too.
She will begin to wonder what she forgot.
She will eventually remember the magic she holds.
She will take up the space that is hers, though it will take time.
She will recognize her crayons have become paintbrushes.
She will stop trying to please everyone and be relieved.
She will find her voice and speak it aloud and be called WILD.
She will begin to be asked when she will have children.
She will then give birth to children or ideas or both.
She will call circles and call for revolution.
She will be loved and and love like it is all there is.
She will call back her muse and promise to never let her go.
She will become a mystic who knows things.
She will become an eccentric in leather and lace.
She will choose to open a gallery to show off her paintings.
She will bring her medicine basket and people will heal.
She will write books by the beach with her many stories.
She will stop bleeding and howl at the moon.
She will be asked if she is a grandmother.
She will speak about the arc of injustice she has seen.
She will choose to become the lover of the universe.
She will have tea with her muse.
She will become so thin she slips into another world.
She will drop her clothing and become the cosmos.
She will leave her images to be discovered by others.
She will connect with the source beyond source.
She will bring her teachings with her where she goes.
She will have no bone, no blood, yet she will be everywhere.
She will become the grandmother of the world.
She will inspire us to stand up for what we want to save.
She will become love and all who know her will feel that love.
She will become stardust.
Mothers, I am here to remind you of your crown.
You have literally been initiated
into the creative source of the Universe.
So often, I have seen mothers uproot themselves
from their own superpower when trying to act in the world,
as if the big boys in suits know the rules of
the game of creation better than they do.
Mothers, you know how creation works, more than anyone.
Stay close to that knowing.
The knowing is not in your cranial brain;
it is in your womb brain.
You do the impossible; you have superpowers.
You have been through receiving life, growing life,
gestation, holding, sustaining. You know how to wait;
you’ve been through all the different changes
that happen in order for new life to come.
You know and have experienced exactly
when the time is right to move in full action.
And you have learned this symbiosis,
this total merging with another being—
the complete, utter commitment
and surrender required of you.
We need you more than ever. Your Shakti, in my view,
is what’s going to save us.
And it is saving us every single day.
Without you, none of this would be here.
Mothers, take your seat.
Straighten that crown, and hold your head high.
Own what you’ve been through and what you’re going through.
The world needs you.
~ Chameli Ardagh