One day I was outside (a rare moment off the couch!) and I heard a loud noise. The mirror above my couch had cracked and the crack looked like a flame, which I thought was just a cool coincidence of how glass would naturally crack.
I am the essence, the light, the sound, and the thought of Mary. I represent the ultimate Mother, the Divine Mother, the Divine Female, the One who sacrificed all as she came within the fullness of her being. After the time of my Son’s Ascension, I was escorted off, not to be seen again. The energies kept me sequestered away as to protect me in my light, in my body, and in my heart.
Dear friends, I am Mary, mother of Jeshua on Earth. It is such a joy for me to be among you, to be in your circle of Light. I wish to celebrate with you this morning, and to envelop you in a mantle of sweet love, very light and gentle – feel it.
Many of you feel called to accommodate others on their path of life, and receiving is something you find difficult. Many of you easily carry your light to others, but when it comes to giving to yourself, you are often reluctant.
I am Mary, Divine Mother, Giver of Hope, Giver of Love. I am She who comes to welcome you as I open my heart and my arms and bring you close to my breast. I bind you in love and I bind what hurts you. I bind what pains you and I bind what cries in your soul to be healed. I collect with love what tears fall from your eyes. Allow me to wrap myself around you. I come to speak to you about your divine responsibility.
Welcome. I am the spirit, the energy, the Blessing of the Mother. I come as your heart has beckoned. Take my hand and we will walk into the lodge of your longings and we will climb the spiral stairway of love – the deep places of love within you that you are afraid to go. We will walk into this mansion of heart – you and I and we will experience room by room, space by space – all of the beauty of your life. It’s time to walk into the higher heart.
The great puzzle within seeks to see the picture on the box, if only to make some sense of what is to come. The pieces mix and match like a tourist on holiday. Signs are twisted, roads dead end, bridges fall as you try to cross to the other side of this knowing. As the year ends stay at a place of knowing without restraints or constraints. A place of ‘no expectations’ as what is great makes its way to the surface breaking the quiet of the still pond.