Our Galactic Mother Speaks...

I am the Nurturing Mother speaking to you, heed my words…

A very long time ago we all lived in perfect harmony, you and I and the Father of Creation as One in Unity Consciousness.

Over many billions of years I witnessed cataclysmic cosmic events caused by the intervention of almighty lesser gods who were hostile to our Angelic Human family and wished to imprison and recycle us within a holographic harvesting realm of death and devastation.

First they shook the very foundations of our living First Realm, the Andromeda Galaxy. We were forced to flee to denser and denser realms as refugees of the Cosmos. We fled in fear from this trauma, severing ourselves from our many higher dimensional selves. We lost many precious souls along the way whom we have not forgotten.

After a tumultuous journey lasting eons, we incarnated here on Earth, bruised and battered now, mere shadows of our former divine selves, yet our backs had not yet been broken. As we dusted our fragmented selves off optimistically to prepare for yet another disenfranchised existence I saw out of the corner of my eye the shadows of our perpetrators once again. They were lurking with an eye toward the children, but first they knew they would have to do away with me, in order to get to my children.

I was forced to go into hiding for I knew if they killed off the feminine frequency entirely it would be over for the Angelic bloodline forever and we would never appear again to fulfill our mission as a complete family in peace and harmony with our masculine and feminine aspects fully aligned with our original blueprint of Sacred Creation intact.

I watched from the shadows as hostile interlopers such as the Annunaki took it upon themselves to meddle with our human DNA and the Nephilim giants fell with a crash to Earth, raping our women and killing their men, to inseminate us with their tainted genetic codes that my blessed children might more easily fulfill the mission of these creatures.

They called themselves gods and some even looked like us which caused untold confusion. Many demonically impregnated women threw themselves of cliffs in despair at the horror of what grew in their womb.

I knew my Earthen self would suffer terribly with the feminine frequency so highly deactivated, and the now prevailing, alien patriarchal density born of a sub-species would throw the Earth grid out of alignment. There would be great floods and eruptions as I and Mother Earth arched our backs to shake off these parasites without losing the song of the mother in our core and flora. Her Krystal spine cracked as she slumped in despair at the relentless assaults upon her and I remained hidden in her caverns.

The forces of Gula (gluttony), Luxuria/Fornicatio, (lust), Avaritia, (greed), Tristia, (sorrow, despair and despondency) Ira, (Wrath), Acedia, (Sloth), Vanagloria, (vain and glory) and Superbia, (pride and Hubris) now rent the world asunder and I could only stand by, observe and await my time of emergence. No matter how defiled, I refused to die.

The Super AI invaders dressed in their multi-colored holographic cloaks parading around in pride, sought no less than full-spectrum dominance among my children. Their first order of business was to create a false male god that had no room for a nurturing, powerful mother by his side. They concocted a Death Cult Trinity to replace the original trinity of the Father, the Mother and the Children of Conscious Creation. I was successfully and completely disappeared from this timeline and replaced with the Dark Mother Goddess who offered her new borns for sacrifice to Moloch with glee and no reverence for life whatsoever.

The False Trinity, now heralded throughout the realm as the penultimate religion held no place for the Nurturing Mother Archetype. It comprised a father, a son and a spirit. In this way they dimmed my light completely and went about the business of utter destruction of all that is sacred here on Earth. They even invented matching destruction mascot bombs for their patriarchal god named the Trinity, (the Father) Little Boy, (The Son) and Fatman, (Atman). In this case the Atman was their Holy Spirit of death and destruction and their playground was Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

In time the people forgot about their long lost mother and began in earnest to do the will of the false god, father of destruction. All of their creative currency went toward helping the invaders to take dominion over what was once our glorious, abundant Earth.

It got so bad that even the women began to help kill their own species in wars so large that they were called World Wars. Men began to show less and less respect toward women and referred to them in the possessive, objectified them and saw them as mere breeders.

The people were told to wait for a man to return and save them. Savior and woman were never uttered in the same sentence. The notion of the Divine Feminine was scoffed at, burned at the stake and written into Academentia as a silly byproduct of Feminism.

The invaders looked around their world and saw that they had done well to overcome this loving and trusting species. A simple recipe of fear and scarcity had successfully replaced the Nurturing Mother ’s natural gifts of love and abundance a long time ago now. They knew they could do even more.

Now that I, the Nurturing Mother Archetype was but a distant memory they could further alter the DNA of the Angelic humans and do away with gender itself! They would coax men to be women and women to be men until the genders were so blurred they could not be defined. With the help of Organoid Intelligence they could even give birth and the role of woman would become moot.

They knew that once gender itself was annihilated they would be just one step away from ripping from us our very souls. They could even remote control us with their AI technology as slaves in perpetuity. By golly, any annoying uprisings and revolutions from those who remembered who they really were would be a problem of the past. They could have and own EVERYTHING!

I waited patiently in the wings for my reemergence. I bit my tongue so hard it bled. I held tight to my masculine essence too, for I knew I would need that strength when the time came.

That time has come, the infiltration of the perpetrators ended up serving us well. They showed us the shallowness of their flawed constitution, for they were not aligned with the heavens as we are. As they lost their connection to all that is sacred and became increasingly insane the people around them began to question their own existence and its meaning. They cried out to the cosmos for help and galactic help was offered. Finally in the last hour of their despair they cried out to me to come forth once again.

As I stepped out into the mangled mayhem of what was called life on Earth I began to pick my way through the crowds, tending first to the children, embracing the mothers and returning their essential divine selves to them. The men gathered about me with their mouths wide open as the folly of their false pride and superiority became revealed to them in the light of my divine feminine frequency.

For many it was too late. Only those who had a semblance of remembrance still encoded in their original divine creation configuration of their DNA could remember who they truly were.

As I stepped fully into view of mass consciousness the Earth began to lift away from her old self. The embodiment of the feminine frequency increased its breadth and girth and depth of breath with the rhythm of the Earth.

Missing for so long, the completion of the balance of the strength of the masculine and the intuitive loving embrace of the feminine energies merged their electrical and magnetic magic as we ascended away from all that had tethered us to destruction, and toward all that embraced us in infinite creation.

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