Today I feel soft tears well up in my eyes and a sweet tenderness in my heart, for I know I am received by Her. A downpour of messages and prayers comes flooding forth, too fast for my hands to write. I feel that beautiful current of Love flowing through me as I write this message that she "wants the people to know":
Bury the hatchets that you swing at yourself, for they bring nothing but self-recrimination. This leads to more judgment. The world is drowning in judgment. Show compassion for yourself and the world will reflect this. First, Love is born in you, and then, out into the world. I hold you in unconditional Love. There is no harm in all that you have done or not done. This is the learning that frees you from the ballast of judgment. Go dear friend, into the heart of grace. Speak kindly to thyself and relinquish all doubt, for I am here. Look no further than your own heart and you will find me.
I enter a tiny room located on the side of the church with a hole in the ground revealing the holy dirt, like a monument to mother earth without any of the fanfare. The sacred Chimayo dirt is so silky smooth you want to roll your entire body in it. Of course, this is not possible, for only a very small pair of feet could fit in the round opening in the earth reminiscent of a pregnant woman's belly.
The hole to me symbolizes the possibility of birthing into our wholeness by healing our broken places or even just noticing the miracle of Essence is always within us, intact and untouched by life experiences. This part of us knows itself as Love and continues to reside in us until we are ready to claim it. Perhaps the real miracle is to know this truth. Our Lady explains in this prayer:
Come, Mother Divine
Nourish me with your living waters.
A thirst so longs in me to be quenched
by the Divine order of All things.
Blessed Be, Maria
For you partake in the sweet deliverance
Of Love untamed.
Your Love beckons me to a
world of wholeness,
where no hurt has ever entered.
You give me this grace,
and I receive it,
in honor of You.
This grace makes my wholeness
a felt sense that extends
to all the broken places,
and mends that which
was never really broken.
For this I am grateful,
My Beloved, Mother Divine
I leave my experience in Chimayo with a much greater understanding of who we are-that in a way, our wholeness is already within us, and it is our tenderness, kindness and compassion toward ourselves that will direct us to find what we have always possessed. This is "the Divine order of all things."
May these messages serve as a healing for you. May you embrace the Divine Mother in your own way until she becomes a "felt sense" in your life as well.