When a message needs to be put forth from the spirit world to the current, it will start as a thought.
Then it begins to grow.
It gains momentum can get louder.
Like a knocking.
I will start to write it down or take a quick note on my phone.
If the message is strong it will keep appearing in different ways.
That cultivates more notes. It gets rather messy.
Then if the knocking persists I am certain it is time to sit down and weave it all together.
Recently, in this time of retreat and discomfort and illness for some, it is the message of the grandmothers of time.
They carry a message that they wish to be heard.
Imagine that sound haha!
They wish to breathe life into this fear.
Wisdom weavers it the words I hear clearly.
They are a compassionate in the understanding of this fear and what is going on in this current moment.
They bring divine and immense love to the situation.
They ask that now you notice the simple things that you were too busy to enjoy before.
A time of divine mindfulness that is presented to you.
A time to discover and connect with nature.
A time for traditions long left unused to be dusted off and enjoyed.
Ever wonder why people of a certain age can gaze at something for so long?
Linger on a face, flower, or what is around them.
We have it now, this gap or space to do so. They ask you embrace it.
Notice the whiskers on your furiends move, how a seedling can grow, the twinkle of someones smile or the joy in a kindness received or given.
We can learn about ourselves. Why are we feeling what we are? We can notice it and we have the opportunity to face it and move beyond it.
I find it amazing that here in Canada we experiencing spring.
The time of mothers to be and grandmothers.
The time of abundance, growth, and reproduction.
We can here the bird’s songs of spring and feel the rain.
We can choose moments to weave into fear or discover the beauty of new life and what is becoming.
Grandmother’s wisdom is about compassion, nurturing, resourcefulness, cooking, connecting, planting, medicines, midwives, and so much more.
I keep seeing women by a stream singing together.
They have great love as they have let the bitterness and hardships go.
They realize in this wisdom that there is only beauty and great love left.
They hear us and desire that we use this time to retreat and recover.
Share with others on the “web” to weave and connect with each other.
Remind yourself of what you did when you were a child. Connect with this childhood joy.
Imagine what this grandmother time would be to you. What would it bring you.
What would you share with this grandmother?
They hug you with the warmth of eternal love and compassion.
It is there for you to grab onto. When you do you, you fill their hearts as they gaze upon you.
My story for them is now told and their knocking has become a drumbeat.
The sound of tiny heartbeats drumming inside the wombs of the mother’s to be and their new grandmothers.
I hope I honoured them well.
You have our love,
Amanda
