A Lesson from the Mother

The greatest mystery of all is that there is no mystery. My children, listen to these words, for I am your Mother, She from whom All Mystery begins and ends. I say to you, that one must first understand that the Secrets to Almighty God, the Mother, the Father, the ineffable, unspeakable, are such simple, wondrous, beauteous things that most seekers walk right past them.

In your searches, you--my silly, sweet humans--rush past me, run away from me, fly all around me, and most of your seeking and searching availeth you not. You rush to the water, and I am in the mountain. You climb the highest hills, the tallest trees, and I sit waiting by that still, small pool in your own backyard.

I never know where to find you, as you scurry so much it makes my head hurt. Sit down, take a deep breath, just *breathe*, relax, immerse yourself inside yourself, and you will find me. It is the easiest thing, one would think. But no, you have so deluded yourselves, that you waste most if not all of the precious life I give, from one carnate to the next, trying to find the Way. You listen to everyone BUT your Self. You think you hear my Voice, when in reality it is the garbled translation of someone else's thoughts.

My Children, My beautiful, sweet, pitiful, sad, silly and wonderful Children. I am waiting for you. I am always home, tending the fires while you rush out to play and build, create and destroy all around you. I am the last Olympian. I am the forge and the furnace. I tend the fires so you may be free to seek and know. I grow lonely at times, but I am always here when you need me. I always waiting, for that stray one who remembers they are cold in the depths of space and time, unless they carry my fire with them. I can be in all places, in all times, in all things. And so I am.

While it is you who drives the wedge of blindness between us, and put a yoke on love that it cannot stand to bear, I will still be waiting, readying the fires and forges. When I know you are ready, I will put you through that fire, even if you do not realize it is I. I will strip you of your Illusion, whether you *think* you are ready or not. I will make you, and I will break you, and I will RE-make you, time and time again. Until at last, at a stream in a field or near a forest of your own creation, you fall down and drink, for you are tired, so very very tired. You bathe your face with ice cold love, and fall in, so thirsty you wish to take it all, drink it all, be it all. Cold and shivering, you crawl from that womb, yet again. I will take your hand, and lift you up, and I will carry you down the paths of that forest, inside yourself, and I will lay you down and feed you love you become one with you, and I will Teach you. I will teach you of that Mystery. I will show you, my child, my lover, my friend, I will whisper this truth inside your mind, still the raging, stormy seas. I will show you how to kindle the fire, and keep the blaze strong, and how to rekindle that flame when you think there is no hope, no coal, no spark. For there is always a flame, deep inside, it never dies, it is never fully extinguished. Even when all around you would seem to drown the fires of inspiration and creativity, the cauldron of rebirth will resurrect you, and make you whole again.

I will help you tend your forge. My forge. My fire. Your Fire. Our Fire.

For the greatest Mystery is that there is no Mystery. I am that I am, and I am You.

I am waiting.  Please, come Home!

 ****I felt the need to add some music.  The song "What the Water Gave Me", by Florence in the Machine, captures something so beautiful and primal, it's just incredible.

And for the second time, I will share Lady Isadora and Lord Pan, whose song "Come Witches to the Dance" embodies the mystery of which is spoken.  To me, at any rate. :) 

 I hope you like my words.  She was coming through very strongly.  All praise to Brighid, Mistress of the Forge and Fire!!  And to Pan, my Lord, my shining light in the darkness. 

Peace.