December 3 2014 God! Protect Them God! Bless Them Thank you Betty. How often Would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings.(Mt 23:37) If I met you outside, I would kiss you, And none would despise me, I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.(Song 8:1-3) I gave you a land on which you had not labored, and cities which you had not built, and you dwell therein; you eat the fruit of vineyards and oliveyards which you did not plant.(Josh 24:13) No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing, but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and your fruit should abide; so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. This I command you to love one another.(Jn 15:15-17) Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away...For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood. So faith, hope, love abide, these three, but the greatest of these is love.(1 Cor 13: 8-13) As surely as Christ is the center of ones soul, so too is Mother the center and the way and the path to life. Indeed, without the strength of the Fathers seed there could be no being, yet, on the memory of my mothers birth we gaze upon the image of the Portal through which all sentient creatures enter this Garden. Biologically, the human comes into being within the warmth of the female. Skeptics will forever debate and mock this comment, still, there it is. Tiny remnants of two once isolated lives come together in the mathematically small chance of the seed surviving the swim toward the egg there to again play the odds against expulsion from the body. Biologically, the prologue to life begins in the warming confines of the womb through which flows nutrients and sensations and, yes, even questionable foods and thoughs... Biologically, the process of development takes place within another living creature not quite parasitical yet also nearly demanding supreme sacrifice upon the host. Unknown to both the dark, long history of sentient life is recalled in the formation of this new creature. We know truly not the effects of billions of years of maternal legacy that is as mysterious as the untold eons of paternal labors that enter into the Chamber to awaken within the human heart a reflection of that mystical picture of the Tree growing downward from heaven. Biologically, across the oceanic span of time and space life appears so magically accidental and fleeting within the human mind that seemingly as a survival techniques we grab onto anything simple and direct and assuring enough in the effort to place solid ground beneath our feet...And then defend that delusional tiny raft with every molecule of our strength, hiding behind shields of idolatry called evolution or religion or philosophy. Biologically, There can be no debate that man is formed by and develops in woman. There can be no argument that woman appears as the consequence of mans desires living through the result of his strength. Stand up and shout! All you baboons! Without man no woman could love birthing the reality that without woman no man could roar. Turn your face from the bleating heads and of the pimps seeking to sell their own flesh and enter into the biological truth of the Replication of the species. Psychologically, Mother is the center of the Cosmos. We are torn from the timeless rhythms of her womb, first through the terrifyingly claustrophobic passage through that river through which the memory of man entered into her being. Should we survive that perilous journey we find ourselves in an alien harsh landscape infinitely immense in its stature as well eternally frightening in its size. Still, within the standards of life should they be followed or attempted or abandoned, this new pitifully tiny fragile life exists at the absolute Grace of those giants about it...First the scent and rhythm of the heart beat that was our companion for nine months as the well as the feel of her flesh tattooed into our brain protects us from this awesome unknown... Psychologically, SHE is the center of protection from the chaos flowing around us. And, for a moment we think of the Imitation of Christ flowing from parenthood. How well do we sacrifice our former lusts and desires and dreams for this innocent conception; or how dutifully do we pay attention to those tiny miracles, will forever warm and haunt the loving human. We are formed by her desires and her hopes and her fears and her embrace of life about us and our own being... Until we are ready to follow the path of he who planted the seed. Psychologically, we witness the power of Mother. We hear the ambiguous judgments placed upon her by our own minds as well as of the minds throughout history. Spiritually, we follow the path of her teachings. We look into the sweet eyes of child and see there the endless reflections of her most ardent efforts as well as her most criminal escapes. The wild voice of the child is muffled through the membranes of our long forgotten eons of development within her as surely as the child attacks us with the reincarnation of our own selflessness and selfishness of our embrace of our spouse and of life. Spiritually, we hear the Freudians laugh at the mother complex. We hide behind the techno-horror of this age capable of creating life without communion. We feel the End Times of children murdering others with hammers and guns and knives as apparent revenge against those giants singing out about the freedom of snapping the spines and crushing the skulls of the infants. Spiritually, we find our own hearts in the reaction to the process life. It is sacred in its improbability or it is but waste material to be used for our latest self-medicated coma. Still we are invited into life within her there to learn and form and develop to be held until we turn our backs on her to go forth...As thanksgiving for her love: As mirror of her Being: As rebel against her sacrifice... Still, we appear into the reality that man could not be without woman, nor could she love without man. December 3 is in many ways the beginning of Life. December 8 is the memory of the End Times of my childhood. Remember November 22 entered my mind so that I could grow into the songs of December 8. How I long to ask for the embrace of her forgiveness as well as repentance for the disrespect shown him. How often Would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings.(Mt 23:37) If I met you outside, I would kiss you, And none would despise me, I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.(Song 8:1-3) I gave you a land on which you had not labored, and cities which you had not built, and you dwell therein; you eat the fruit of vineyards and oliveyards which you did not plant.(Josh 24:13) No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing, but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and your fruit should abide; so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. This I command you to love one another.(Jn 15:15-17) Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away...For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood. So faith, hope, love abide, these three, but the greatest of these is love.(1 Cor 13: 8-13) We are HER; and him as certainly as the child is my beloved; and me.
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