~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Small child cries for ma, But madre cannot answer. Silver blanket warms.
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What cold heart conceives separating children from mother or father. What cold heart tells the little ones to sleep under silver blankets with bright lights on. Destruction of immune system from so many angles. Physically – bright lights in room disrupts melatonin production so important for proper immune function Mentally – tearing a little one away from the one who loves them - beyond measure disrupts the immune function Spiritually – these rooms have none of the symbols of organic and healthy life which encourages connection as humans – destroying immune function – possibly destroying faith and trust in humans and the Divine. Shame is on the head of the ‘no longer united states’ (i cannot even capitalize the name of this land). Shame Shame Shame
Instead of sack cloth we should be wearing silver blankets. When time for accounting comes and we face the Beloved, what words could possibly be used to defend this harm?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Matthew 25:40
And the King shall answer and say unto them,
Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren,
✨☁️✨☁️✨☁️ A thousand thousand - Stars fall from The Mother’s heart, Falling to the earth. ✨☁️✨☁️✨☁️ One carries my name And finds its way to my heart. Another finds yours. ✨☁️✨☁️✨☁️
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 ✨☁️✨☁️✨☁️