10/17/26
Our job is to feed the positive.
The new Earth, the new world rising up is the Divine Infant. She is like a tender flower, her petals opening in the dew of morning. Her gentleness spreads over us an through us as we notice Her presence with awe and deep, emotional gratitude. How could such a tender young thing be Our Mother?
She is pure and precious like a pale gem. She is the Dawn light. Nothing in Her is wavering or uncertain. She is unbelievably soft and gentle as she moves in shafts and rays, capturing the morning mist on the surface of the Earth, starting in the high places, in the wooded paradise of the Mountain that is closest to the Heavens.
I hesitate to interrupt Her morning by mentioning this: there is another world here simultaneously, in this moment in Time and Space when worlds cross.
We feel for it, as it has been all we knew. But now its non-bliss, its heaviness, its bruises and dirt are all that is left. You can say that world is our mother, but not really. Because when a butterfly emerges from its chrysalis, you don’t call the shards left on the ground Mama. Instead, your eyes are completely filled with vibrance, life and love as you marvel and gaze in fascination at the new creature that has emerged from the ashes of the old.
This beautiful being has to love us. She is Love, and Love is Her. All who enter Her presence are loved and carried forward on Her wings.
If we pay attention, it begins to dawn on us that we are new, too. We are renewed in Her: her many colors, her ability to fly closer to Heaven, Her delicate nature, Her movement that is the same flutter as our Hearts — we can become like Her, as we are of Her.
Because we need to, we set her in front of us and look at Her adoringly, but we are Her, and we are emerging, too.
Can you see Her? Can you feel Her? When you do, does her presence fill you with hope and blessing, as it does me?
Is She compelling you to turn away from the non-lively screens, the dark mirror that adores, twists and intensifies what is falling away?
The Infant’s heart is open to you, to all, like a pure new thing looking with wonder and beneficence on Her world. Her blessing is a lifeline, a pearl of great preciousness and potency. We hold this pure, precious strand in our hand and heart. In awe, we ourselves rise up into Her new world, filled with grace and good new things. We allow ourselves to be, like Her, an infant. We take Her in our arms and feed her our love, our hope, our dreams, in the form of our offerings. More than our story, She fills us all with Her divine narrative of new life. We are an olla, a precious vessel, open to what She pours in.
Our feeding Her produces blessing beyond imagining, as Her world is beyond our understanding. It speaks in the language of love, across all boundaries.
So, it seems, our job is to feed the positive. And to be in Love with Creator, with Creation. What a rare blessing to be alive for this moment, a sparkling miracle that is as long as our lives. We are truly blessed by Creation, and we are eager do our part.
“Con gusto y con alegria, we honor you, Our Beloved Mother. You are a flower, white and precious like the Dawn.”
Erin Everett is a tradition-holder in an ancient lineage from Central Mexico. She has been hearing the Voice of God and seeing spiritual things of the Invisible World since she was a child. She and her healer husband, Adam Laufer, offer traditional healing sessions, nature connection events, bimonthly services and cyclic ceremonies to honor the Real World at their home and altar, located on a lush Appalachian mountain, carpeted in jade and turquoise, cloaked in mist and nourished by Rain and Sun. Learn more.
The Mesoamerican (Aztec/Mayan/etc) comes to its great ending/beginning of the large cosmic cycles right now. We are truly living in times never before witnessed!
