Message from the Grandmothers

May 2006

"Grandmothers, why Lithuania?"

Shortly after the “A Call to Power: the Grandmothers Speak” came out I received a letter from a woman from Lithuania. A friend had sent her the book and now she was asking permission to translate it into Lithuanian. She wanted nothing for her work, but offered to do it because the Grandmothers had spoken to her heart. She felt they would help her countrywomen. I was important to get the Grandmothers’ message to as many people as possible, but because I had financed the book myself, I was in no position pay for a translation. So how could I refuse an offer like hers?

Not only did Antanina translate “A Call to Power,” she found a publisher. Vilma Urbanaviciene, who has a small publishing company in Vilnius wrote, “…at my publishing company we are dedicated to bringing the new thought to Lithuania. I would like to publish the Grandmothers’ book.” The Lithuanian version of “A Call to Power: the Grandmothers Speak” hit the bookstores in Lithuania just before last Christmas.

As this drama played out, I sat back and wondered what the Grandmothers were doing. No publisher in the U.S. had wanted my book. I had had to do it myself, but now the book was selling in Lithuania of all places. I had to pull out the atlas to see where Lithuania was. A small former Soviet block nation, it sat next to Poland, where my ancestors had come from.

Next came an invitation from the publisher to fly to Lithuania and promote the book. I envisioned myself sitting in bookstores, signing books (that’s what I assumed she wanted) until the Grandmothers told me to pass their empowerment on to the women of that country. We would have empowerment ceremonies in four different cities. Vilma agreed and then asked if I would do a workshop too. People wanted to learn to journey to the Grandmothers. Would I teach journeying?

Here is where the fun began. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this. Shamanic methods were potent and could be dangerous if used by unstable people. I had seen this happen when I took shamanic training myself. I stalled and avoided answering Vilma’s request until I began to be called by the spirits of the land of Lithuania. These spirits were insistent. They talked to me during the day, they came to me at night. I must do this work. I gave in and scheduled the journeying workshop.

At last I journeyed to the Grandmothers and the spirits of Lithuania to ask, “Why Lithuania? What was the real purpose of this trip?” By now it was obvious to me that it was not about selling books. What follows is the response to my question.

As I began my journey and rose into the upper world I was taken to a place I’d never seen before. Here was a great field where all beings, all nations of the world came together. What I was seeing was the great council for this planet. The Grandmothers were there and my other teachers were there too—and many more. “My dear ones,” I said as I stood before them, “I want to ask something. I am about to leave to take the Grandmothers’ message and teach shamanic journeying in Lithuania. Please bless, guide and protect us (Jane Henderson, a fellow grandmother is also going) at every moment. I also want to communicate to people about this trip so that anyone who wishes to work with the Net of Light to support this venture, can. What is the real purpose of this trip to Lithuania, I asked. Their heads nodded in understanding as they said, “We will show you.”

Immediately I saw mountains, waters, woodlands and dark clouds. Everything had a grayish cast, darkened by heavy clouds, and I heard thunder in the distance. “The Northlands,” the Grandmothers said, “the Northlands, the Northlands.” They were showing me the whole area--the Baltic, parts of Russia, the Scandinavian countries. “ I guess what I’m seeing here is the topography of the whole region,” I said to myself. The Northlands. The fog blowing, a muted sunlight, blue-gray of the water, green-gray of the forest land and water ways. “Boglands in the past,” they said. “Much is buried here.”

I had seen a story in the newspaper about the discovery of a pre-Christian sacrifice of a young girl in the boglands of northern Europe. I tried to dismiss the thought, but Eagle stepped in front of me and fixed me with a glare. “This is real,” he said. All right, I said, and repeated my question, “Teach me the purpose of this trip to Lithuania.” “Much is buried here,” the Grandmothers repeated.

As they said this I became aware of the presence of an amber-like color, glowing in the earth. “Hum,” I said. “There’s a glowing. Something is shining deep down in there. I don’t know what it is,” I said. “Some of it may actually be amber,” I continued, “but I don’t know what is causing the glow.” Then, with conviction I stated, “There’s light here within the earth.” I got chills. Oh,” I said, I remember a story I read long ago about beings trapped under the earth here. What I read then was about the existence of layers of a hellish existence, but what I’m seeing now,” I said, “is light.”

“What you are seeing now,” the Grandmothers said, “is correct,” and I saw the imprint of light in and on the land. Patterns of light exist deep in the earth in this place—beautiful patterns. “Art,” I said. “This is real primal art. It’s light.”

“It’s growing,” I said as I watched the light expand. Suddenly I burst out laughing. The light had grown quite brilliant and now I could see animals moving about, beginning to rise up out of the earth. Some were stretching and yawning, some were tumbling about in play. Animals and other beings were awakening, rising out of the ground. “Coming awake,” they said, “coming awake. We are coming awake.” “They are greeting the day,” I said as I noticed how happy they were. “They are stepping into the light of day and as they do so they bring the light from the earth with them. They have left their doors open so the light from deep in the earth pours upward and out, illuminating everything. There is such happiness in this scene,” I said. “I feel it in my stomach.”

“We have been sleeping,” the animals said. They showed me the pall that had lain on top of the land for many centuries. It was now beginning to lift. The pall had become so heavy that it had drugged the animal spirits and they had fallen asleep. I saw that the pall had many layers. It had been produced by years of yang excess--one layer of the pall blanketed the one beneath it. The heavy, gray weight had been built up over thousands of years.

Next they showed me waves of armies that had swept over this land. One had dominated the land until another one swept in from another direction. Wave after wave they had come. I saw tribes of horsemen riding in from the east and then other tribes sweeping in from the northeast, then the southeast. Wave after wave after wave after wave of domination of the land. On and on it went. Grab, grab, grab,” I said. “Rape and pillage, pillage and rape—all the way through the Nazis and the Russians,” I said. “But not now,” I was told.

The beings of light that were now rising from the earth had waited a long time for this moment. “They are coming awake now,” I said. “These are spirits of the earth, they are the life force of the earth here. Beneficent, helping, blessing spirits. These are spirits of joy and fun,” I said, as I watched them roll and frolic together. They were growing bigger and happier by the moment. As they came into the light of day they expanded, gave more, and brought good with them. “Joyous,” I said, “these are joyous beings and they’re dancing, dancing, dancing.” Together they began to laugh joyously and I laughed with them. “Laughing, singing, dancing,” I said.

“Thank you for coming,” they said to me. “Oh,” I replied, choking up, “Thank you for calling me. This is my joy,” I said. “And ours,” they corrected me. Then I became aware that there were many Native American spirits present with us. They too were happy. They were so glad to see the spirits of life coming back to the land of Old Europe that when I saw the looks of joy on their faces I broke down sobbing. The spirits began to embrace one another and as I watched I saw that the spirits of all lands on earth were present, talking and listening to one another. But it was the spirits of the Native Americans and the spirits of the ancient land of Lithuania who were embraced and embracing one another. I was so moved by this I could hardly talk.

“Awake,” they said, “we are coming awake” and I began to giggle as I watched the Grandmothers interacting with these spirits. “The Grandmothers are like queens here,” I said. “They are so loved.” “Because we embody Her,” they said. “The Great Mother, the Great Mother,” they said. “Her body is here.” I began to cry again. I knew they were speaking the truth. “She is this land,” they stated. Then I saw her. “She is so beautiful,” I said, “and she is rising up.” As I watched, a primal figure, clothed in white, sat up. She was huge, a monolithic form. Graceful in her movements, She had a featureless face. “She sits here,” the Grandmothers said, “Ancient Mother.”

“She is h-u-u-u-u-g-e,” I gasped. “She is the elemental power of life on earth,” the Grandmothers replied. As I gazed at her I felt awe and was entirely overpowered. She was so enormous, so potent that in spite of my best efforts to remain calm I felt the first inklings of fear. For a moment I understood why mankind had turned away from the Great Mother. She had been too much for them. “God bless you, daughter,” She said to me, speaking in a deep, comforting voice. “Do not fear me.” “Oh Mother,” I sighed, my fear evaporating with Her gentle words. “Oh, how we need You, oh, how we love You,” I said, realizing as I said them, that these are the words the Grandmothers sing to welcome women to their work. “I will send my blessing back with you,” the Mother said. “My presence will go with you.”

I watched as the Grandmothers assembled in front of the Great Mother. They looked so small compared to Her huge size. But all of them were communicating with her as dear friends. The Grandmothers had come to Lithuania to awaken the Mother, I realized and then started laughing. “This is already happening,” I said. “Me going to Lithuania is just the earthly verification of something that is already taking place. This is like when the eagle landed in my garden,” I said. “His presence verified that the Grandmothers had truly appeared to me two days earlier. The spirits of this land have already begun to awaken. The Great Mother has already begun to rise up. “When Jane and I come to Lithuania,” I said, “we will anchor here in ordinary reality what has already begun to take place in the unlimited realms.

Now I realized how tired I was. Yawning and stretching, I just wanted to lie down. “I’m going to rest,” I said, “but the Mother is so huge I can’t really lie on Her lap. If I lie down, I will touch only a small part of Her, just as when I lie down on the earth I only touch a small part of it. “She is the earth!” I realized with a shock. I can only touch a small part of Her body. “Ahhhhh,” I groan as I exhaled slowly, and relaxed more. Then I felt Her hand on me. “She can do that,” I said. “She can be any size She wants to be. She does that so we can communicate.

“The work is already done,” I say again. “We will simply formalize and recognize it. By our going, we recognize and formalize what is already taking place. “Great blessings will descend through all the earth,” She says. Mother is awakening.”

The Grandmothers came in and surrounded me and their wings totally blanketed and enfolded me. They lifted me up and began to bring me back. As we flew upward I looked down and saw that Lithuania was waving good-bye to me. All the lights in Lithuania were waving. The lights were blowing kisses, sending blessings and waving. I was waving too. “There is such love,” I said to myself. And as I was coming back I realized that I felt like I was in a very comfortable plane, except it was the Grandmothers who were carrying me through the sky.

When I arrived at L.A.X. I was relieved that it was just a anonymous person picking me up and not Roger, because that gave me more time to integrate everything that had happened on this journey. When I got home, I came into my house, was greeted by the dog and then dropped to my knees and gave thanks for being an instrument. Amen

Oh, and then I was back with the council of this planet and they began to put a robe and a crown on me. They blessed me and honored me. It was like being knighted or something. They made me part of the council of the planet. We sat together in great love. Humming with love, we sat.

All I want to say is thank you, thank you, thank you.