What We Can Do at This Time
"Within the bedrock of your being, in the space between your breaths, you are swollen with love. This is the truth," they said. "This is what is. Love. Not the actions of the world. Not the busy comings and goings. There is no reality there," they shook their heads.
In the middle of the night the Grandmothers spoke to me, then led me into the darkened garden. "You are deeply loved," they said. "So deeply," they shook their heads in wonder.
"That is only passing show -- changing hourly, nothing but air," they threw up their hands.
"The deep down holding feeling within you is reality. We have been waiting for you to own it. Own it now."
"When we come forward to speak to you as we are now, you seldom know what we will say," they laughed. "Our messages seem to fall onto you and our words surprise you. This is as it should be," they nodded. "After all, we are not your mind. WE are not limited in any way and truly, neither are you ... but you don't know that yet. You think you are 'this one', this singular one and only 'this one'. No, no, no!" the Grandmothers cried. "Awaken now to the flow -- to the flow of your being. You are limitless."
"We just went out into the garden and looked up at the night sky," they said. "We drew you there so you would look and look again. The night sky will teach you. It is vastness itself. Limitless. This is YOUR nature that you are seeing. When you look up there, you are seeing yourself. You are kin to the night sky. The sky is showing you your own self."
"How then can you suffer?" they asked. "How can you feel lonely when it is YOU who makes up the night sky? Where is loneliness?" they asked. "Where is pain? Separation? You, who comprise the great Fabric of Being of the universe, tell us this."
"It is time for you to begin to know yourself. To own your vastness. You see," the Grandmothers smiled sweetly, "you encompass it all. You hold everything within the Grand Embrace. How then can you bear to tease yourself with these notions of limitation and lack?" they asked, shaking their heads in amazement. "What nonsense!"
"Breathe in the night sky," they ordered. "Greet your family--the stars -- and merge with the comforting blue-black of space. Look up and awaken. Look up and awaken. It is time."
Message from the Great Council of the Grandmothers, 1-18-18
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