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Showing posts with label Daya Mata. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daya Mata. Show all posts

Monday, May 21, 2018

MAY 13, 2018 Thank You to Ma


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With first toddling steps -
I placed my hand in yours.
Devotion and trust.

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With thank you to Ma.
Arts, sciences and morals
Through example taught.

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With gratitude for my earthly mother. You kept me warm, dry and well fed. You read to me book after book after book. Our home was filled with books on every topic from herbal healing to (literally) rocket science. Denied easy access to coloring books, I was given instead reams of paper along with colors, paints and multi-colored pencils. Through you I learned to put pen to paper not only to write words but also to draw images. When I was a teenager you thought it was fine that I painted on the walls of my room … and even painted foot prints across my ceiling. How many mothers would have sanctioned that!
Dearest mother, thank you for giving me wings. With time, I appreciate you more and more.  

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“Children should be taught right moral attitudes and right behavior not only through words, but example as well. Lack of such guidance is a major factor in the tragic breakdown of moral standards and behavior in this country, which has done more than anything else to destroy the family unit. And what has that brought forth? Emotionally crippled children. And emotionally crippled children generally become emotionally crippled adults, who have developed a feeling of rejection, which leads to bitterness toward society as a whole.”
~ Sri Daya Mata


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this photo was taken of my mother at age 23 in 1946. Helmi Mary Kempainen Witherington 
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MAY 12, 2018 The Mother's Heart


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A thousand thousand -
Stars fall from The Mother’s heart,
Falling to the earth.

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One carries my name
And finds its way to my heart.
Another finds yours.

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Sometimes we think we have done something to make us unworthy of The Great Mother’s love. We shroud our hearts in darkness, thinking we are hiding from The Mother. It is impossible to hide. Her Love will always find us. For millennia we may try to hide from Her. We call Her hurtful names to try and make Her turn away from us. Like stubborn hurtful children we say; ‘She is not real’, as if that could make Her disappear. We cross our arms and turn away from the star points of love seeking us. We try to confine Her in a box of constrictive religious dogma, we find untenable, thus giving us an excuse for our turning away. She will not turn away. She will not be contained. She will not be stopped. She is coming for us. She is coming for us now and forever. We are her children. The darkness in which we cloak ourselves will not hide us from Her love. Someday, Her Love will pierce our hearts. Then, changed forever, we will give up and admit we are Her children. We will admit we have always belonged to her. We will admit, that as Her children our nature is like Hers: LOVE. 
 
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“There is absolutely nothing we can ever do
that will cause God to forsake us.
He will never turn away from us.”
Daya Mata

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Painting: THE SLEEP by Catrin Welz-Stein

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