TO HE WHO IS ARRIVING
My dearest Son,
I wish to speak to you of my work and that of my daughters, your elder sisters. We are the generations that precede you. We are transition and rebirth. The times we live are barely the beginning of the Era of Woman. We inspire the Feminine Ray upon the Earth.
Do you know how great has been the task of preparation needed to construct the alliance that witnesses your arrival? Do you know of the burden, the masculine pressure of imposition, and of our own emptiness? My forms, my son, come stained with the past, covered in the mud of the road, charged with the hope of eternity in the heart. The pure ones are still very few. You will recognize the true ones because they move dynamically in a group consciousness, with strength but without brutality. They remind you of indigenous and African women, but their quality is entirely new, intelligent, discriminating, and powerful. They will assume leadership but they will do it in the feminine way.
For decades your sisters have mixed with all sort of people. Differing from the women of the past, they have spoken – innumerable languages: Christian, mystic, esoteric, scientific, philosophic, intellectual, frivolous social, and even atheistic, to reach the core of the human condition and there produce an opening for the entry of the light.
We have stirred up oceans in order to calm the waves, as only a woman can. We have enamoured men with the elixir of our softness so that they might reveal themselves to themselves. We have embraced women to release in them that which they already are. Sometimes we have even adopted the tactics of men to make ourselves heard. And we have given birth with the sweet expectation that man as we know he can be might at last be born.
In universities, clubs, governments, in publicity and modelling agencies, in the theatre and in the slums, we have spanned the world, sliding into spaces where movement arises, into the heights and depths of society, through the affluence and glitter of the world, giving up the right to the simple life, which is the longing of the soul. Alone, in the urban cacophony of the great cities, without the support of nature, the simple and the humble, we waited for you. In multiple forms, we came to fulfil old promises, to complete ancient contracts, and correct absurd beliefs. Making space, always making space.
Announce us! Support us! We speak of the absence of the feminine in today’s world. We speak of sensitivity. There are still too many left to rescue who do not dare to dream, who know not how to feel.
You are the man of the future. You bring technique, information, and leadership, but remember that in this world and according to the gender we have selected for this short trek upon the earth, it will be the tenderness of your sisters that will open the way, that will spread the carpet and plant the seeds. Search behind the words and acts into the gesture that caresses and says it all with a look. Your greatness will always be her reflexion.
While your sisters and I embrace pain and offer consolation… while we soften the rough minds of your brothers and shatter concrete walls with softness, you inject peace and understanding according to the divine plan which we both serve.
Give us your hand… until we return, both genders, to the equality of our beginning. May you be blessed, and blessed be the mothers who have sacrifice themselves joyfully giving birth to you.
The Mother
