Message from the Grandmothers

October 2008

I asked the Grandmothers for a message of universal import, a timely message for everyone living on earth. And as soon as I asked, I saw the Net of Light and underneath the Net lay a map of the world. It was a strange sort of map- nothing like anything I'd seen before. A picture of pathways and cross-currents, a map of earth's connections. With a sudden flash of light millions of pathways, roadways, and waterways lit up. These underlay the Net of Light, and connected everyone and everything to everything else. "We are one world," I marveled as I stared at the structure of lighted ways. "WE are one world," I repeated as I saw that what we are trained to see as boundaries, frontiers and demarcation lines on the world map are actually artificial. Each of them is man-made and was created at some time in the past to divide us, not unite us.

"The time for division is over," the Grandmothers said. "Now is the time for union. This is what you have all been waiting for," they smiled and nodded. "Many of you have looked forward to this for many years. You call this the Golden Age, but in actuality it is the time of unicity. Oneness," they said. "It is time to return to oneness. This is the truth," they said and fixed me with a penetrating look.

"During the period of transition from the old way to the new you will be tested over and over again," they said. "There are those living now who are in opposition and resistance to the times that are approaching. They will seek to control you. Not everyone will welcome the Golden Age. At least not at first," they said and nodded to one another. "People like these seek control," they said and then they began to laugh. Chuckling at first, they quickly broke into gales of rolling laughter, slapped one another on the back and finally collapsed into a pile of flailing arms and bobbing heads. They were so undone by this moment of hilarity that as I watched them, them, I picked up their mood and giggled along with them. The image of puny human beings trying to control the will of the universe had put the Grandmothers in stitches. But at last they wiped their eyes, shook their heads and as they got their breath, said, "The times of domination are over.

"Your job now is to stay awake," they said and eyed me fiercely. "Stay awake and tune your dial to truth," they said. "We have mentioned that many will seek to control you at this time. This is true. Therefore it is your job to listen to your inner guidance and not be swayed by attempts to persuade you to follow someone else. Stay tuned to truth. Listen within and trust your body," they said. "Your body knows a lie when it hears one. You will feel warm and open whenever you are in the presence of truth. And in the presence of untruth you will find yourself hardening and contracting. Many times in the past we have encouraged you to trust your body, and we remind you now of how important that is.

"And most of all," the Grandmothers said, and here they stopped and stared at me over the tops of their noses, "Stay away from those who peddle fear. These people seek to set you one against another. They try to divide you, to convince you that the 'other one,' the 'different one' is your enemy. They set race against race, class against class, and culture against culture. They try to control with religion and clannish beliefs, and always they use fear to dominate. They will use anything at their disposal now to try to take control of you and of your world. And as the era of domination comes to a close, they are getting truly desperate. Watch out for them," they said and narrowed their eyes. "This is your job. Stay awake," they repeated. "Yes, Grandmothers," I gulped, my eyes wide.

"We are guarding you," they said. "We are guarding the entire earth at this time. So do not be afraid," they said. "Everything is evolving the way it must. Trust in us," they said, "call on us, and keep your eyes open. It is true," they said, "that you were born for these times."