Great moments in mothering, in grand mothering, in meeting and greeting the bright lights within children are being honoured here today!
Between EARTH DAY April 22 and our mother’s rebearthing day April 25 and this PINK Scorpio Supermoon April 26, much is unfolding!
Can you feel and sense that? Some vibration entered and anchored into the biofield around planet earth and it infusing us with opportunity to reprioritize what we value in our lifetime.
I call it Great moments: meeting and greeting with mutual respect and deep responseabiity! These are moments that when accounted for, when accumulated, add up to world peace between women and children, surely earthy of a NOBEL peace prize!
Our mother, Hellin Marjatta Huuki Sorkki Hautala Saarinen, would have been 94 years of wisdom on Sunday! Imagining that, my belly softens and my heart smiles! Though she chose to leave the physical form at 77 years, she left a pathway of a soulfull pioneer! My heart mind body nods for I have noted those transformational moments and woven the courage into my own choices.
Be with this powerful pelvic basin as though a living mandala dwells within it, connected to the umbilicus of your mother, and before, to her mother. Sense and feel how that umbilicus is connected to your living mandala of your life, and now move forward, to your children and their connections to your mandala!
Through this we can remain in the lower realms of judgements of needs unmet of passions unexpressed of desires unfulfilled, or gradually build up the momentum to make that quantum leap! AND shift our lenses, change our paradigms and manifest our GIFTS!
Hellin manifested her GIFTS and met our GENIUS in those bright moments because she chose to break a cycle of sexual violence. She broke this cycle for all three of our living mandalas, for 7 following grandchildren, for 5 now dancing great grandchildren! ONE WOMANS choice rippled into the lifetimes of 15 progeny and their partners and their living mandalas!
What was that decision? Darkhaired, dark eyed, Hellin, meaning hidden light, was 15 and breasts budding. She awoke to her first blood, and her heavy metal toxified father smelled it! Like a predator, he pounced into her space: “Now you are a whore and I shall be the first to have you!”
Instinctually, our mother leapt forward and up through the celestory window, landing like a cat on the earth, and ran to her mother’s place of employment, a small café. Mumu, Marya Josephiina, knew from the look on her eldest child’s face what had happened. She had justified the sexual abuse for much of those 15 years, thinking she had done wrong to leave her Finnish Lutheran roots in northwest Finland. Believing she had done wrong to disobey her mother, yet believing in Jesus, Mumu took on the suffering of her husband within her pelvic basin and womb. SHE KNEW what her love was capable of: transmutating as much as possible so that the incoming children would not suffer.
She like all of our female ancestors did the best they could so that we could share these narratives with each other on this Supermoon of pink budding flowers like that of young starmaidens and first blood!
She told Hellin to go to Uncle Eeli’s and his family and stay there as long as necessary and thus gifted her brightness with a Rite of Passage! Hellin ran 4 miles to that family’s apartment, was met and greeted with understanding for families knew what families knew. She completed 2 more years of high school in the commercial stream and graduated as valedictorian with a 98.5% average.
WHO was there to meet and to greet her brilliance? The teacher who had recognized her bright light, though hidden, in grade nine, first year of high school. That woman teacher, another pelvic basin, another way of cording, became our mother’s refuge, a safe one with whom to explore her gifts. SHE was there that day in that dark auditorium, walls lined with the hames of young men killed in World War I and World War II.
Taking deep breaths, imagine how adolescence was passed through for our parents , for our grandparents, living their mandalas as best they could in the shadow of the THREATS of attacks, in the shadow of death, with millions holocausted, more decimated in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan, and more genocided amongst indigenous cultures in North America
What kind of courage does that arouse within our hearts as we choose to continue to mate with partners, to conceive of children, to witness their unfoldings and buddings and education?
It’s EARTH DAY last week, I am invited to attend the kindergarten Forest Curriculum picnic by my grand daughter, Tlell. Parking, aware of the turquoise eagled painted drum in my back seat, the rattles for ceremonies, I move from car to her running embrace. “GRANDMOTHER!”
Ahhhh, another meeting and greeting, another moment of generational healing and respecting, mutual valuing and YES, I am a go to, a safe refuge. My hearts purposes to love all is fulfilled.
We move to other children and her teacher, Mrs S, and she shouts with glee for a promise has been kept! “This is my grandmother!” Moments of pauses, glances, and children continue to play on the parks slides and swings and bouncing horses! Her announcement sweeps through the group and some are infused, others are in query, others are dumbed down already….hmmmm.
It is EARTH DAY and these amongst millions of other kindergarten aged children are out and about picking up garbage, gathering tools with which to garden, riding bikes with parents, while millions of others are starving, sexually abused, lined up for child armies to kill other children, struggling to have their mandala be fully enlivened and who are meeting and greeting these ones?
Hellin broke away and found another safe wombman, she set a precedent and began a movement that deeply influenced her choices of partner, our father, who in her mind heart was The Prince of Finntown, Sault Ste Marie, North Ontario. Her decision to escape from abuse andnot look back began a rolling thunder through souls, our families and those of thousands of others. SHE was a breaker of silences, an ENDER of lies of separation almost!
I took up that Mother Mantle having experienced many times the meeting and greeting of her light ! I am 8 years old, picking raspberries along the gravel road at Whispering Pines, at the mouth of the Chippewa River. My bowl is full with four berries to mouth and tummy and one to the bowl! Returning to our homestead, my innocence and joy greets the surprise of our mother. We meet and we greet and raspberries are the prize to be shared between the energetic cords that connect us!
Mother Earth witnesses all of two leggeds dynamics. Her air breathes us completely though we deny its importance and pollute with steel plants and abitibi pulp and paper plants, all war driven and funding military.
Mother Earth observes us as watery elemental and bathes us clean when we share our bodies within her pelvic basins! She rewombs us all! Her charity and generosity is great as we canooe down her rivers, paddle boat and then learn to waterski. She gives even more when we learn how to take fishing rods replete with hooks and worms or minnows as bait to her depths, revealing more of her inhabitants: perch pike pickerel . In April at these tines, may rivers and streams run with smelt and we humans gather with nets and carch buckets full for smelt fries and for fried potatoes. SHE gives us more than we can eat!
Yet she also is aware of those millions dying daily without food. Without clean water, in fact, without water. Gaia knows of this imbalances the disharmony the ignoring of WE are ONE family and we arise from ONE mother. We are corded to her and she fuels us with her fires and yet?
Fires are set from humans carelessness and millions of hectars of forests burn here and in South America. Gaia witnesses those fires set by greed by scarcity by fear in the Amazonian pelivc basin and knows that humans are destroying medicines in those rainforests amongst the plants and vines that could HEAL humanity naturally.
Mother Earth wonders at what two leggeds are doing today on this PINK supermoon and invites us to join with four leggeds, with winged ones, with swimming ones, with reptilian ones, with amphibians and with turtles, and return to HER LIVING MANDALA with grace and gratitude.
SHE who speaks through the cheeping of spring birds, through the groaning of leopards bearthing, through the swooshing of whales breeching, through the flourishing of evergreen here in North Vancouver Island forests, SHE speaks and reminds us that we are in imbalance and limiting our meetings and greetings!
For she, our Earth Mother, Pachamama, is our common ground. She is our go to, our refuge, our safe space when we offer her thanks and replenishment When we stand for and with HER just as our mother, Hellin, stood for wholeness for health for us!
Hellin and Pentti married in St Mary’s Finnish Lutheran Church on Wellington St, Sault Ste Marie, Ontario, October 5 1947; a relief after years of WW II. Their coming together blended genetics and village lifestyles, ways of resourcing what was possible that required sacrifices for the sake of a new future. US: their children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren.
I was conceived two weeks later! My Living Mandala is now cosmick! It is magical to be met by our five year old Grand daughter and introduced to her Forest Curriculum tribe. It is miraculous to be living amidst cedar and stika spruce and douglas fir with a bending down to what these ones know. It is amazing that one wombman’s NO has led to so many YESES!
So today on this SUPERMOON of pink unconditional love and kindness, all is forgiving! All is for sharing! And our prayers circle this biofield of Earth Mother because SHE is the ONE to whom we return to meet and to greet with gratitude.
What more is possible?
For all of our relations are family!
Muchos amores
Una Embraza