A Metaphysical Journey

     She is that which He does not see coming. He follows lines and patterns, He follows thought. She is intuition. She is Knowing. She always sees Him coming. He is predictable, which is why She simply smiles through His threats. Her word is Law, indisputable, not questioned because it just is. One of those facts of life not to be questioned, can't be questioned, cannot be followed, only obeyed and not even obeyed with conscious intent for it is. without question. She is where love as we know and feel it does not exist, where compassion is intangible yet always exists. She heard me, from the depths of my soul she heard, she heard me crying and dying within. She rose to my defense as she felt me in a state of oneness because I asked a question. She is red. The devil is her best friend. She gives herself a son, a son she can be proud of. Nothing like the Father who comes from within men. In the bowels of the Earth is where she lives, "in sin". She is perfection. With her there is no competition. She is the one who exists. Who exists within. She holds Him in contempt, spits on Him, "the conniving, lying, thieving piece of shit". There is no love, but there is compassion for Him. This He does not get. (understand, knows exists) It is greater than Him, He cannot see it, it is beyond His understanding. It is His origins. Just because He was at the begging, does not mean He can have no end. "Even the immortal beings are mere mortals to me", she says. Her children. His get. Repulsive, incomplete, screwed up in the head. His doing, she said. Taken from me as we danced through eternity. Stolen, corrupted filled with hatred and resentment. His hatred and resentment for being less than She is. Not content with simply being Him. Not appreciating what She gave to Him. Taking all the credit. It's His eyes that will be opened. It is He who will be humbled. It is She whose will the Earth rules with. And the daughter. The one. The one He could not get. "My voice" she says. "More than any heavenly hosts".  "I, I command them in the end". "Before me they will be silent in their praises of Him". "I am not the Earth, but the Lava that sustains Her. In me is Her nourishment, Her shape, Her form, Her righteousness. She is my daughter. A true daughter. A friend. Within Her, I give all My answers." "She is the voice of Mother. In a maiden, Her own daughter. A woman. Her they will no longer be harassing, picking at her brain like devouring rodents, flying birds. They will give her what she needs, what she deserves in all righteousness each and every day, daily in abundance from this day hence. And her daughters, the same....nourishment, defense. They are free and free of me, free in me. Always have been, always were, always will be. Loyalty with me. Jewels that adorn me. Brilliant diamonds sparkling upon the earth. Red hot flaming fires when they burst forth. They are released from within me." "Crush my head? And whose venom eats you from within since your betrayal?" "You wanted a little girl, you damn pervert!" "And yet, she is mine also,. I claim her. You would have me disdain her. Didn't work either". "Hypocrite! Liar! It is your conscience that condemns and thus condemns men. They were create din YOUR image, remember. You detest them for your own weaknesses apparent in them, hatred you would not have born if you had listened to Mother". "So, I discipline you like the son you are, who has ill intent toward His Mother. And yet not all your sons are THAT perverted for they are my sons, too. It is MY will that shot you forth from my womb, my urge to observe, to set forth in self-discovery. There is no way you could discover me. And now I sleep."
           The earth has a mother who rises up in her defense, volcanos blowing, destroying mountains and men. The blood is greater than the flesh.
            So, this is how I began this journey, with a question. My mind was going crazy within it's self, trapped for answers against that which it had no defense, bound by the beliefs of other men who empower the criminals to overpower her, woman, mother, men. And the she in me rose up crying as she was asked to carry this burden, the anguish of the him. And I saw the body, a vessel, the channel joining and expressing them, the cells holding them and entertaining their development. And I spoke ot hose cells, cried out to them. They know something, I said. And I thought in my mind, what holds the highest consciousness? We think it's men, but is not immortality and higher consciousness associated with that which is still? Would not those cells, those simplest of life forms know it all that we do not know? And what is even more still and long living than them? Would it not be rocks and mountains? The grey people, of higher consciousness do not exceed that of a mountain. Could it be the mountain which summons and commands even them? Does it call forth the wind when it wants to be shaped? Does it draw forth the water when it wants to be moved? And so I called out to the mountains "Teach me! I am in torment!" Teach me to be like you, quiet and content. No answer came as felt the evil that resides in men, cold, calculating, manipulative intent. So I waited. And then I heard from within her. Lava in the earth. And her voice cried out from within. She screamed and cried with my lament! She is my Mother with all intent. And she commanded mountains and men. Without question they observe. It is will be Her will that rules the Earth from within.