It is said by some that the Divine Feminine returns. We say that she, the Mother, never left her children. She has always been here, guiding, protecting and nurturing in dreams, in meditations and just beyond the edge of sight. She whispers to children, whose untrammeled souls can remember more of where they just came from and she whispers to those who live on the edge of reality. Healers feel her energy move through their hands and minds as she guides them in their work. Artists and musicians know her as the Muse. Writers know her as the one who shows them entrance into the records of all worlds so that they might bring their visions to the world through words. Poets know her through the language of trees, wind, stars, and fire. She is the gentle breath that sings you to sleep at night and wakes you at dawn. Her angels guide and protect, coming close when requested. She is there to hear your prayers and bring them into being, perhaps not as first meant by the one praying, but for the most benefit in the end.
She is here now, within you, within your heart, your mind, and your body. She has woven the dream of mankind into flesh and it has become you, a living being, and a vehicle for a soul of fire, given form in a world of illusion so you might live and learn. She is part of you; she is all of you and more. She is the Mother.
“…the Word of God never ceases to be spoken, just because some person or council decided that only certain books would be placed into an edition and called a “Holy Bible”. The Word of God is a continually dynamic interaction between each individual and the God Self within. Every person, whether or not they are actively listening, is being spoken to at every moment of the day, encouraged and taught those things they must learn in order to grow in light and beauty. The Word of God is not something that you can turn off and say, “There is no more; we have it all,” for that would mean that everything in the world is now static and unchangeable. By merely sweeping a glance at the news headlines will tell you that the earth and its inhabitants are hardly static; change is the only constant in life and so the Word of God expands and changes to accompany that piece of music.”
Going through my writings, I found this description of a dream Tazjima had in 2012. It is a perfect metaphor for the ascension process:
This morning I dreamt that I was walking outside of my grandmother’s house, only the house was perched on the side of a hill, not unlike the place where I used to live as a child. And our old neighbor’s house was gone. All that was left was a huge, steep garden. I was dressed in a long floral dress and moving quite easily, almost dancing. I started back to the house; the way steepened until I was climbing, still in a dress. Still, I persisted until I came to a ledge outside of a window. I could hear my next-door neighbors (yes, there was suddenly a house there) making a running commentary on my progress up the slope. As I got nearer to the window, their little girl gasped. My feet were slipping. I found purchase on a few nails that protruded from the rockwork, but then the nail head broke beneath the weight of my lightly shod foot. Still, I hung on and managed to open the window, but it looked too small for me to climb through. Still, there wasn’t any other place to go. I couldn’t turn back, so I went forward enlarging the opening as I pushed through. Then finally, I managed to climb through the window and was home, again.
Taz wrote: “One could see this dream as being symbolic of our struggle to reach ascension. Although there were times earlier on the path where I could have turned back and returned to a “normal” life, I never wavered. Something within urged me to climb higher and so I went, even attired in an impractical dress. So, I persisted and have finally made it to the window, perhaps the gate of Ascension that some channelers are speaking of these days.”