The two halves of humanity are the male and the female.
The male and female have been out of alignment as their positions
have been reversed, confused, displaced, interchanged, diseased, infected,
wounded, raped and disturbed by a soul sickness that has been healed.
The Soul of Humanity has sought to be part of your planet to bring to
evolution her spirit within the Grand Soul of the universe. To accomplish this,
the female needed to birth the Higher Light body within herself and the male
was to be sacrificed to this effort by letting his personal heart die.
The rebirth of the male spiritual heart is now occurring.
The pain that is being felt by the male is being sheltered
by the love of the female as she sees the path of Higher Light
and is birthing the earth child to be born to ascend and raise the
vibration of humanity into the Fifth Dimensional realms.
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In this moment the male has sacrificed his heart and with
that a new Higher Heart is born above it.
The goddess of the feminine Christ within has given herself
to the earth to be the carrier of Love and the spirit given by the male.
As sex is made of the most sacred energy the giving of love is brought
into perfect union and is uplifting spirit of man rising in the Higher Heart
and where he receives the crown of Spirit and the eyes of Wisdom.
For as these feelings move within you there is the infinity of energy
that seals the doorway where darkness has provided the substance
so that the Dark Light could be enlightened and made sacred
through the sacrifice of the male and the gift to allow the Goddess
to regain her power and bring forth the birth
of the Light Body and the New Earth.
--Author unknown
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“Our Lady,” the name we’ve affectionately given
to the Holy Mother,
is making her presence quite known and not in an all together subtle way.
Just recently, right around the time of the birthing of the PureMotherLove altar website, I started noticing a series of “coincidences” (which I don’t think they REALLY are…) involving the appearance of
“Our Lady’s” likeness.
“Our Lady”, is in essence, just one representation of the Divine Feminine, and therefore,
has no one REAL form. Or, at least, that’s what I like to believe.
“Our Lady of Guadelupe” (You are invited to read herstory featured on the GAIA Network page)
elected Herself to become our mascot.
Both V. and I feel a strong connection to the Divine Feminine in this particular form.
Though I strongly relate to the Hindu, “Green Tara, Asian, Kuan Yin”
and the Druid Goddess, “Caerdwen,”
it’s “Our Lady of Guadelupe”
who dwells in our hearts therefore, She became “our mascot”;
a loving icon to represent our mission.
“Our Lady” lives on the home page of our website with the video
featuring Valentina’s smiling face tilted towards the heavens;
protectively hovering just behind her.
Since adopting Her,
(or HER adopting US),
we’ve been finding Her popping up in the some very unlikely places.
For example, V. was out shooting some dance footage around the city of Albuquerque
and was just about to wrap it up when she felt that there was one final location
where she needed to shoot.
Driving towards home, she saw “Our Lady”
painted on a wall on a side street,
pulled over and had her last dance of the day with Her.
Too perfect.
(You are invited to view the videos from the shoot, L.O.V.E. and Corazones, on the
Sacred Dance Video page.)
I was invited to the house of a friend last week and discovered on her mantle a beautiful, framed art collage featuring “Our Lady” that my friend, Minnie, had picked up in Ecuador. Since then, Minnie brought me another collage of “Our Lady”, this one from Czestochowa, Poland and named
the “Black Madonna.”
She resides on my desk at the office, next to a be-sequined “Lady” from Mexico that V. had gifted to me the week before.
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I was in the grocery store last weekend shopping for a special meal request made by my hubby for his birthday. I remembered that we were nearly out of coffee and grabbed a bag of a delicious-looking brand off the shelf. Then for some reason, I reached into my cart, removed the bag of coffee, put it back on the shelf, turned around, went two aisles over to a different section of coffees, pulled a brand off the shelf that I had never had before, Café Alta Gracia, and poured it into the grinder.
As the coffee beans were grinding, I noticed an image on the bag that I hadn’t seen before. You guessed it…It was “Our Lady.” She looked just like “Guadelupe” though in the Dominican Republic where this coffee originated, they call her,
“The Virgin of Altagracia” (“High Grace.”) I was so surprised and tickled to see Her that I laughed out loud! Oh, so YOU led me over here!
I so loved the artwork on the bag that I immediately transferred the coffee into a different container so that I could cut the artwork out and scan it on to the computer. Well, imagine my surprise when I opened up the freezer the next day and there was a bag of Café Alta Gracia coffee, the color accents on the bag just
slightly different than the one I had bought the previous day.
(This one was organic.)
I held the bag in my hand, looking at the artwork of “Our Lady” and shaking my head in confusion.
Neither my hubby nor I had ever bought this brand of coffee! Typically, we buy the large, bulk bags of java at Costco! So, what were the chances that he would go out and pick up the obscure Café Alta Gracia from the Dominican Republic the very next day? So, I asked him,
“Did you buy this?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“Why did you choose this brand? Did you know that I bought the same kind just yesterday?”
“Oh, no…I didn’t know you already bought some…I just remembered that we needed coffee.”
“But why did you buy this brand?”
“I don’t know.”
Then I showed him “Our Lady” on the bag and told him my story. He was just as surprised as I was as he couldn’t give a reason why he chose that brand other than it was “fair trade certified.”
Not only that, we had bought the bags of coffee at two completely unrelated markets!
I had to laugh.
“Looks like “Our Lady” is flirting with you, too, my love!”
Stay tuned for the further adventures of “Our Lady Returns!”
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| A Waterfall of Light |
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Feb. 2, 2000 8:11 am – Santa Monica, CA
In the dream, we were humyns united.
At twilight,
we crossed the border into Afghanistan
in great numbers.
Much strength in those numbers;
delegations from around the world
seeking an end to this darkest of ages.
We’ve had our revolutions.
Now, we activate our evolution.
I link arms with my sisters and brothers
from the furthest reaches of the planet.
Speaking many tongues and yet
only one language is heard.
Solidarity and Love
speaks without words.
To my right, stands
the one, true
mega-media goddess
of our era,
Madonna.
She is dressed in combat boots and army fatigues.
She wears a t-shirt, a backwards baseball cap and bright, red lipstick.
To my left stands Melissa Ethridge.
Tall, proud, strong.
We cross the border of this desolate
foreign country with little fanfare.
We move with ease and rhythm like a wave
pulled by the moon’s strong insistence.
Fighter planes are dispatched from the
controllers of this country,
as the word is carried swiftly
on the tongues of witnesses
to this “movement.”
The government’s resistance
is met by an awesome sight.
Humyns,
thousands of them…
All sizes, shapes and colors…
And helicopters,
like swarms of dragonflies,
equipped, not with guns,
but with video cameras!
Video cameras with bright lights
affixed to the front which light up everything
and feeds it LIVE
to the viewers at home on their comfy couches.
The media is the window to spotlight
this pocket where darkness calls in desperate
need of a ray of bright light.
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The womyn come out from their houses,
as do the men and the children.
They stare in shock.
They do not comprehend
what they were seeing with their own eyes.
It does not sink in through the layer of fabric
that covers their faces.
This "wave," this "tsunami of love," is rolling in to wash away
the old and cleanse this place anew.
I stand with Madonna on my right;
linking arms with Melissa on my left.
We make eye contact with the womyn
in spite of the mesh fabric
that obstructs their clear vision.
We calmly call out,
“If you want to stay and play by their rules…Stay.
If you want to leave,
Let’s go now!”
Bodies, once covered in the pastel,
blue shroud, now reveal the female form
joyfully spinning in the spotlight.
They grab up their daughters and sons;
their lovers rejoicing in ecstasy.
They merge with the wave
and the wave keeps on rolling;
scooping up all of those in its path.
And then,
there was music.
Joyful music.
And the voices rose in song.
And the voices rose in cheer.
And the voices rose in laughter.
And the voices blended into one voice;
a dull roar heard in space
that shifted the balance of the
precious, blue planet affectionately known as,
“Mother.”
And then, there was peace.
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| Photo taken in Kabul, Afghanistan by Ashley Matthews |
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