Spirit, Matter and the Shape of Her Voice

an Oracion of the Divine Feminine, transmitted by Wren Clement Eli

                                             

Beloved world,

There is a big difference between judging persons, self or others, and questioning human thoughts, words, perceptions and actions.

The first is what destroys, causing human beings and their civilizations to fall, because it attacks the infinite worth of human Souls.

The second is a sword of discernment, a ‘final judgement” that reveals illusion. This sword loosens and destroys false assumptions, perceptions, lies and prejudices. It can be likened to a lightning strike, severing and shattering illusions that obscure the meaning of things from the mind’s eye.

There is a big difference between this divine accuracy, that in humans is a refusal to assume anything, and self-righteousness. There’s a big difference between the just anger of the Divine Feminine in mankind, that will always affirm Souls and protect wellbeing, and the brute force of physical man’s dominion, which leads to death.

In form’s death, a deeper, more substantive and beautiful Reality is revealed.

But humanity must shed its attachments to divisions and temporary forms that lead to death, and reidentify as Shared Being, while your earthly feet still touch the ground, so humanity as a species can survive. The Tower of Babel is that illusion of separation that humans are building with their words. From this tower their highest material societies are inevitably tumbling into destruction.

Remember, you are all Souls. You are all God’s Children.

Your identifications and labels of persons, self and others, are a powerful thing.  You are granted unto it.

In America, dehumanizing words have calcified like living illusions, or thought-monsters, and are now as plentiful as the sand on your shore.  No union of states can sustain itself unless its tenants stop using words that sustain illusions of separation and unworthiness. Then the real interconnectedness,
innocence and untarnished beauty of all Souls can be revealed.

Look to nature, the beauty of the changing seasons, and see how it represents my undefended, Divine Maternal heart. Nature is an example of why humanity must break free from attachments to passing forms and illusions, including labels and words which attempt to negate, divide and objectify persons. Mankind’s attachments to illusions of separation have no real life or reality in them. The authority of what you perceive must always decrease itself, so that which is beauty, unity and truth beyond description can emerge from all human hearts.

There is no death in Shared Being, the Mystery of God that you already are, intangible and unspeakable in human terms.

Even My lightening that strikes against the material wood is vindicated in the revealing of the Tree of Life. This is not the end of the world. This is mankind’s Genesis.

But the time is now for the creation of hell, or the revealing of heaven on earth.

Allow what appears as the shattering of forms, even those seemingly as important as countries or nations, to reveal that which can never die, as if from broken shells.

The time is now for all of Adam to wake up, remember, and return to the spiritual wholeness of being not mere matter or beast, but Womb-man; the never-really-divisible, United Shared Being of God.

The Shape of Her Voice is Life itself.

The Divine Feminine

Beyond That Which Contains Me


I am the essence
beyond that which contains me,
not just the flowering fair
but the portal and seed
of that flowering

I am the movement,
and that which moves movement,
as well as the violet orbits,
of my suns

know me by your own hand,
know me by your own face

I am that which rests
in your beginnings,
the immaculate nature
of your grace

I cost you nothing
and I demand no sacrifice,
save for what you are not

I am the undoing of your saints,
and at the same time
their vindication

my divine recklessness
shatters your world of mirrors
and your shadowed perceptions
into pieces

so that the world and mankind
can behold who you really are,
whole and brilliant,
in all of your
shattered parts

the time we have together
is less than hours,
but in that absence of time
we are real presence,
original justice,
and eternal grace

when you remember
all in me,
and me in all,

when you remember I am
within yourself,
and you remember
that I am yourself,

the divine feminine,
rather than beast,

that is when the brute
on earth
really walks erect,
and Souls in form
can conceive
of the divine
within themselves

rather than continue to
nurse at man’s vain imaginings
and pay homage to his sand

mankind becomes
a living chalice,
primate reemerges
womb-man

and without effort
or exertion
we casteth our wings
like divine template
over entire kingdoms

lightning flashes
across my sky,
but this lightning
doesn’t split the tree

it is the lightening
of remembrance,
it is the tree
of life,
it is the reunion
of divine reflection,
upon the earth

all being stays rooted
in heaven,
never to be washed away again
by morning tide

souls, do you hear
this thunderous rebellion
rolling across your lands?

do you feel the truth of it
in the bowels of your earth?

fear not what mortals
cannot understand,
for I am the undefended heart
which is your undefended heart

I am the real solid ground
in which grows
the tree of life,
in divine arboretum

simply wake up my children,
wake up and remember
who you are

reidentify with
that not dependent
on mortal stratagems
and systems
of war
and division
and you cannot fail,
fall,
or die

now in your own world
or the kingdom
that you’ve always borne
within yourself,
only illusion can die

because
you are the essence
beyond that which contains you

you are
sweet paradox,
sublime inversion,
the divine feminine
that takes on,
beholds and frees
that which would
seek to destroy you,
so as to lovingly conquer
the beast