Message of Hopefor America from the Divine Maternal transmittedby Wren Clement Eli
like a trick using hypnosis the cards have been played but you can overcome them, my daughter for they are not real there is nothing that can harm you you are indestructible you are part of the universe, a holy temple with a living Soul you are fine metal, a work of art know Beauty in the core of your Be-ing know Beauty is the core of your Be-ing I have touched the ground and my heart sings with gladness I am the daughter of the new reckoning I am the New Recognition
in the woods, protect my identity in the fields, protect my identity in your words, protect my identity my face is in your lands and you are walking with my feet know the heaven that thou art before you see it, and it will be revealed to you open your ears to the sound of my voice you will hear it in bird song feel the rush of my laughter in the broken waves what you feel within yourself is the beating of my own heart there is no monster standing at your gate when you focus on, rather than deny my presence in yourself and in your neighbor you protect my identity let us cast off only that which distracts from our internal gazing
Guardians of Light protect us from darkness, from not seeing, from not hearing, from building walls to not know
Protect us from paralysis and fear, from judgements against self, and others that grow like tangled weeds and knots upon our broken heartedness
Show us instead signs that lead way keys that unlock, and doors that open quietly right through our scars and cracks
Show uspathways to freedom
turbulent though they may be
that one day we’ll arrive, joyous, inside grand and inner sanctum
so large, no heart can contain it
And then we willfall upon bended knee to kiss the sweet soil that births the sacred, the true, and the immortal
Thank you for this beautiful dream, oh GOD The morning birds Singing, they greet me The life of flower, fruit, mountain and bee Leaves of purple, gold or pine With artist’s brush Some powdered white In confectioners sugared branches
The rivers that run wild Their torrents of grace Laugh like following, canine companions In a niche
There’s an entire grove Filled with sweet oranges We can eat all we want Know the divine That draws not a dragon’s breath
The spotless lady knows the way And is there
For those that fear her Who with angry thoughts Do not want to know Love’s forgotten plan It is something good To teach all humans When we startle awake Arising from where we fell
On bruised and bent knees
Oh world meant to serve To remind us of Eden Life’s marvelous Mystery complete The day we return Finally opening our eyes We will also remember All suffering and sadness Undone
The day we return to Eden
“Those of us who remain hidden from everyone else, however, know that this world is wondrous and filled with mysteries. We possess no magical perception, no psychic insight. I believe our recognition of reality’s complex dimensions is a consequence of our solitude…
– Dean Koontz
To live in the city of crowds and traffic and constant noise, to be always striving, to be in a ceaseless competition for money and status and power, perhaps distracted the mind until it could no longer see – and forgot – the all that is. Or maybe, because of the pace and pressure of that life, sanity depended on binding oneself to the manifold miracles, astonishments, wonders, and enigmas that comprised the true world.”
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 