Message from the Grandmothers

June 2008

I went to the Grandmothers a few days ago in deep distress. "Grandmothers," I said, "I’m asking you what to do. They are burning people alive in South Africa. Our webmaster who lives there asked if the Grandmothers would help. People in this country are losing their jobs and homes, China and Myanmar are suffering terribly and the war in Iraq goes on and on. It feels like "the times of change" you have referred to have arrived. Grandmothers, you have given us the Net of Light, but what do you want us to understand about this change that’s happening so quickly and dramatically?

As I stood in front of them, I felt the power of their stone circle. The Grandmothers sat on the ground before me, and as I stepped into their circle, spherical waves began to spin around, drawing me into closer union with them. I heard someone singing, "Where I stand is holy, holy is the ground," and then the Grandmothers spoke. "Anchor yourself," they said, "this circle will anchor you." "Yes, Grandmothers," I replied and felt the gyrations of the spin drawing me further in. I saw a wine opener--turning and turning, as it screwed itself into the earth, and as I watched, it was I who was becoming deeply fastened to the Mother.

"Anchored like this, you will be immune from the panic that is gripping much of the world," they said. "There is economic fear in your country and in others too. Instability everywhere," they said. "Like the fire you mentioned in South Africa, a billow of fear is growing now. Blazing across the cultures and continents of the world," they said; "it will not affect you as long as you stay anchored with us. "Screw yourself deeply to Mother Earth and watch from there," the Grandmothers said. "You won’t be swept away or react to the changes sweeping across the world, and neither will you lull yourself into false security by ignoring the obvious. You will be able to stay tuned to ‘reality,’ move and act in a real way, but you won’t be overburdened by seriousness. You will be able to enjoy your life, stay awake at the switch and be of service to others. Now doesn’t that sound good?" they asked.

"These are the times of change," the Grandmothers said, nodding firmly. "They are upon you now and they will continue," they added. "No matter how much you long for the past, there will be no returning to the old ways," they said. And as they spoke, wind and water began to blow fiercely, whirling and scouring the earth. Trees bent parallel to the ground as a hurricane force blasted them. Indeed, this was a time to move deep into the earth. That’s where the only source of peace and safety would be. "Grandmothers," I said as I watched, "is what I’m seeing here figurative or literal? I mean," I continued, "is the earth going to be blasted by the elements, or is this a demonstration of what will occur in our consciousness?" The Grandmothers smiled faintly, but shook their heads and said nothing.

"Do not try to save yourself," they said. They had read my mind; I’d been just about to ask about that. "Do not separate yourself from life by trying to make yourself special and separate," they said. "You are not separate. All of you are one," they said and added, "you don’t really understand what this means yet, but you will.

"Work with the Net of Light that holds and upholds your planet," they said. "Send light and give to one another," they said, "and then give more. Affirm your communion with everything that lives and wherever there is an opportunity to assist life, take that opportunity!" they said with feeling. "Working like this will fill you with joy and increase your life force," they said.

"As these times of change arrive, people begin to think of how they can save themselves. What they need to hoard, where they can hide, how they can prepare, etc, etc," they said, shrugging at the futility of such actions. "We tell you," the Grandmothers said, and they looked so stern that I sat up straighter as I listened; "you cannot save yourself. It is not within your power to do so, so give it up," they said, throwing their hands in the air. "Thinking like that is utter foolishness," they said. "It is nonsense. How does a thread remove itself from the tapestry of which it is a part, in order to ‘save’ itself? Nonsense," they said again.

"Send love," they said, nodding emphatically. "Give love. Dive into life and serve wherever you can," they said. "You will never be able to figure out what is happening on your planet now, no matter how long you live or how hard you try. What is transpiring is far beyond your comprehension. And…" they said, looking at me from under raised brows, "the pace of change is accelerating so quickly that your mind cannot follow it." Shaking their heads, they said, "Keep it simple. Love and serve," they said, "love and serve.

"We have given you the Net of Light," the Grandmothers said. "Use it now! Hold the Net steady as it holds you steady and cast it wherever there is need. As you do this your sense of union with the Divine will grow and grow, giving you the joy of your life." They stood back then, surveyed me, and smiled. "This is the joy you were born for. Cast the Net of Light!" they commanded. "You were born for these times. Do not back off now and huddle fearfully in the dark. Dive in!"