“To transform the world, we must begin with ourselves” ~Jiddu Krishnamurti
How did Krishnamurti get so wise? Time alone with himself. Time alone in stillness.
Give yourself the gift of time away from the world. Sit in stillness and explore your thoughts and feelings. Do this and you will eventually learn to stop looking to the outside world for answers or satisfaction.
The outside world is not your problem. It is not your solution.
Get still.
Explore the river of you.
The entire Universe is waiting within.
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“The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is. Self-knowledge has no end – you don’t come to an achievement, you don’t come to a conclusion. It is an endless river.”
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.
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
This one time upon the earth, let’s not speak any language, let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much.
It would be a delicious moment, without hurry, without locomotives, all of us would be together in a sudden uneasiness.
The fishermen in the cold sea would do no harm to the whales and the peasant gathering salt would look at his torn hands.
Those who prepare green wars, wars of gas, wars of fire, victories without survivors, would put on clean clothing and would walk alongside their brothers in the shade, without doing a thing.
What I want shouldn’t be confused with final inactivity: life alone is what matters, I want nothing to do with death.
If we weren’t unanimous about keeping our lives so much in motion,
if we could do nothing for once, perhaps a great silence would interrupt this sadness, this never understanding ourselves and threatening ourselves with death, perhaps the earth is teaching us when everything seems to be dead and then everything is alive.
Now I will count to twelve and you keep quiet and I’ll go.
“To learn to see, to learn to hear, you must… Go into the wilderness alone. For it is not I who teach you the ways of the Gods. Such things are learned only in solitude.”
There is a sacred ground that is calling to us to heal now; it is the ground of feminine energies that hold and nourish life. This feminine ground can be found in the dirt of mother earth that holds and nourishes a tiny plant seedling, and within the womb of each woman that holds and nourishes a human embryo. Both plant and human require the sacred ground of mother to sprout and grow new life.
I read of a young woman being brutally raped and left for dead on a bus in India. I turn the page and read of Mother Earth being raped and polluted in a search for oil in the tar sands of Canada. And I feel the same energy in both acts; a hatred and a dishonoring of the feminine. It is the male warrior energy run rampant, forgetting the sacredness of the feminine body.
The feminine body has been objectified and mistreated for generations. Both the female womb and the dirt of Mother Earth have been dishonored and defiled again and again. Entire cultures and religions curse and blame the feminine for our human fall from grace. Those that don’t understand the gifts of the feminine have tried to stifle her wisdom and annihilate her power.
We fear what we do not understand. But how can we possibly kill what holds and nurtures each life? If we kill the mother, we kill ourselves. And even when we deny the sacredness of the feminine, the mother quietly continues to perform her sacred magic, holding ground for every new life.
Mother is so quiet, dark, mysterious and yet so nurturing; the feminine gifts look and act nothing like the male energies that are prized today. These feminine gifts are so misunderstood, and yet so necessary to heal this world. The power of the feminine lies within an expansive holding, supporting and nurturing energy that is difficult to pin down; visualize the warm safety of mama’s lap; feel into the quiet stability of the earthy ground and you will be on the right track. Knowing the feminine is best done on a visceral and emotional level.
It takes a quieting of the mind and a wondering heart to grasp the gifts of the feminine energies. Watch a mother with her baby; sense her gentle nurturing and quiet loving presence. Or go outside and sit with Mother Nature; just sit and be still. Breathe, watch and listen to Nature. The wisdom of the feminine whispers in the ripples of the water and the gentle opening of a flower. It is there in the growing tree limbs that arch toward the sky and the roots that burrow into mother’s dirt. Our earth mother holds a quiet space of wisdom, always there beneath the surface of life. She is a mysterious, flowing and constant presence.
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The ground of mother whispers that it is time now to heal the feminine. The mother is quietly, yet insistently calling to us. She is demanding that we remember her gifts and honor her sacredness or perish. It is time to heal our relationship with the mother.
