Little Sister and Grandmother

I loved this story! I think it’s one of the ones that inspire me daily! Perhaps its never been more prevalent than right now!

Where clouds meet Sky…there I am also

One day, Little sister was sitting with Grandmother gazing into the great reflecting mirror of the Milky Way, and Grandmother and she were looking at the current condition of the feminine on the planet of Earth. The little sister, chin in hand looking despondent. Grandmother looking perplexed.

Grandmother finally said “What can be the struggle? do these daughters not know they are creativity ? That I placed the creative continuum into their physical beings? It was never given for the purpose of a tool of exchange! It was never offered as something to be controlled, manipulated or subjugated! It is their DIVINE RIGHT!”

“I gave every female on the planet the blueprints in their DNA for creation, and it’s a part of their power!”

Little Sister beside Grandmothers knee said, “they don’t seem to get that do they?”

“No indeed, look at these young ones, they know who they are, but they are listening to all these descriptions of who they SHOULD be, and that’s just so they can be manipulated! They are so confused! They think their bodies are ugly? That if they all look the same, they will be accepted! Yet even the blades of grass that number in the trillions are all different! They don’t seem to see they are My own beautiful reflection in them, in My divine Mirror, they are the beauty of life unfolding, they are Me in My youthful bloom! And I am so delicately beautiful in this very soft stage of my evolution!

And look at these women that are to be mothers, filled with the full bloom of creation, why is there so much fear? They are fulfilling their divine purpose, the purpose that out of all others will give them a sense of completion and purpose and remind them of their divine will and power! And they are fearful and terrified and they tell each other the most atrocious stories and they believe those stories and they are hurting my new creations, I gave them these perfect birthing bodies so they would not fail them! 

And my young mothers, so fearful of being Me…of offering divine guidance to their little ones through Me. Afraid they will somehow do it wrong? Afraid to feed their little ones the milk I made flow through them? That their goddess milk is somehow flawed or imperfect for the child she grew from her own cells?

And My women that are stepping into their power as women in wholeness and completion in the knowledge of who they are…they seem so lost. So alone, no – so lonely. They have forgotten these are their power years. Their years to produce to fly to be Me in all My divinity! Create with a mad palette and love yourself in your feminine fullness!

They watch programs that create doubt and read books that make them long for some illusive happiness.

All the while, these daughters believe this is none of their doing, they were only seeking to be happy. And they do not know that seeking anything outside yourself is illusive at best…a fading illusion on the tapestry of a life.

And my ancient ones, the ones most close to my ancient heart, they are grieving for the loss of their youth, having lived in fear. They see their daughters & granddaughters choices and are powerless to guide them…and they slip into a dream drifting on a sea of endless forgotten memories…..”

Little Sister at Grandmothers knee sighed deeply and said, “Oh Grandmother whatever will we do?”

Then the little sister stood up and said, “Grandmother, what if I go and take this message to the Sisterhood, remind them of you, and of your ways and that you are here listening and seeing all they are doing and offering to help them, to call you into themselves when they need to, and remind them that they do have power, and how to keep that power and how to use it!”

“What if I take that knowledge there and tell them the Truth about who they really are?”

Grandmother said to little Sister, “Well it’s a big job for a tiny one like you”

They both gaze back upon the situation on Earth and sigh. Then Grandmother turns and says to little Sister, the most important words of her little light and life:

“Well, little one, if not you, then Who?”

Little Sister stood so tall beside the great knee of Grandmother and solemnly swore, “If I forget who I am, if I get lost and forget you, Grandmother, I’m going to say to you in the pretend darkness, come help me to remember you

And give me the courage to speak to my sisters about you and remind them of their power and who they really are, remember Grandmother I am only little and I will need you to come to me and remind me of my path if am getting lost in all that too.”

Grandmother nodded and whispered across Little Sisters heart a mantra the that would remind her when she most needed it, and that mantra was:

  “I AND THE MOTHER ARE AS ONE”