Cry of the Divine Mother
So many of us understand on a bodily level that what we are living through is truly a cataclysmic moment in time, a rupture, a schism, and a recalibration of the highest order. This modern day apocalyptic event is born from the revelation of the darkness which inhabits our earth, hiding in plain sight in the center of our selves.
There are many ways to consider how it is that we arrived where we are today, from understanding the corporate elite power structures which have swallowed the mainstream whole, pumping out elicit propaganda so that the hypnotized might follow their orders, to the great poisoning of humankind visa vie our pharmaceutical overlords, the tainting of the food and water supply, the geo-engineering, the weather modification programs, the movement into biomedical surveillance and transhumanism, population control, endless war, and all things sinister and dark, these events are always for “our greater good”, they say.
We all know where this wretched phrase originates.
But on a deeper level, we must seek to understand the root mechanisms at play which have brought us to such a precipice, where three quarters of the population remains in docile slumber as we bear witness to the attempted assassination of the soul of humanity.
This is the great moment when they (whoever they truly are) are making their unhinged move to set us inside of the prison of ourselves — a simulacra where we are lulled to sleep by the mantras of their sinister order, rather than the sacred songs hummed by the very bodies that we were birthed into, from the only being who can create such a force, the divine feminine, the woman, the mother herself. Even her existence now they deny. It serves their ends.
Our sacred bodies, beautiful as they are, are born with the potentiality for the wisdom stream to directly pulse through us. This wisdom stream is like a wave from cosmic consciousness itself. Originally it pulses through our umbilical cord from mother into infant. It is through this passage that the human soul moves into this world with the sacred remembrance of our divine origins. This sacred remembrance washes through our blood and cerebral spinal fluid, it is the very matter which makes up our bones and our organs. It is the divine template that each of us as human beings is born into, imbued by the mother herself.
That sacred pulsation which moves through our holy blood, viscera and bones has been squeezed into oblivion. Directly after birth, and even before, the wisdom stream - rather than evolving into the river and ocean it should rightfully become - is slowly being dried out so that very few are able to listen to the internal currents which bring us into full alignment with our ancestral wisdom lineages, as well as our human soul destiny.
This purposeful assault on the human soul culls and neuters the being into submission, where most become shadows of themselves, incapable of sensing their divine birthright, let alone what is occurring on our Earth today. The sacred well is drying out in too many human hearts.
Most of the population now resides spellbound by the mantras which they repeat, from birth onward, programmed endlessly into the mainframe consciousness, which dispel all true notions of soul and spirit. This spell holds the human population within a net which hangs right above the desert hell realm of true bottom, a bardo, an in between, the underworld.
In this underworld, people are made to believe that our mundane life is normal, that the great questions of the day are irrelevant, and most of all - anyone who might venture outside of the net which has been cast for us by the cultural engineers, those people are mad, deranged, unhinged, lost, and need to be controlled.
What is holding the spellbound within this simulation is a glass ceiling, which, if shattered, would drop the masses into the true heart and of what it is that we have all being submerged within. The beasts that roam this world are many, and dangerous.
Such a plunge into the abyss would be catastrophic for those held within the net. But it is this shattering that must gently, slowly occur, in order to reveal to us the level of suffering that moves through and around us.
Weep, weep, weep, for the grief is that great.
It is the cry of the divine mother herself, cast out so long ago.
How could we allow for our children to be preyed upon?
How could we allow for our sacred bodies, temple to the divine spark, to be defiled?
How could we allow for our earth to be decimated? And above all, how could we allow for spirit, our very life force, to be cast out?
It is only in this great realization, and with the suffering that it will engender, that true awakening may occur. This awakening happens drip by drip, and only for those willing to feel the reality of what we are living through. The grief alone can drive a person into soul madness.
But this is the moment we are in, where we must cling to the sacred as it is our ship of reclamation which will allow us to sense, once again, the cosmic pulse within our holy veins.
Then we will know who we truly are, and what stuff we are made of.
Spun from the holiest of threads, born of her wild and beautiful force, a royal choir of luminous light come down to earth to know the depth of the sea.