Mother Earth

The following words are taken from notes written down when Mother Earth came to visit us on October 21, 1999. This is how she appeared to us, although she can take any form she wishes: Dark hair with leaves, tree limbs growing out of her hair, brown eyes. Mist surrounds her. She looks very old, but very young. She is very wise, but can be silly. She laughs with a cackle or like a young girl. A raccoon suddenly appears in her place, and then she returns.

"I am three thousand loving mother's smiles, three thousand warm father's embraces, three thousand grandmother's kisses on your forehead or cheek. My love can never be measured.

"My parents must put a warm blanket over me. The Evil One will cause me pain, but I will get better. But how many of my children, my little loves, will suffer because of it? Many of my children will become butterflies and find me in the new world.

"Jesus heals me and whispers to me and causes my fever to ease. My beloved is taller than any mountain. Like me, he has leaves growing in his hair, and a wild mane like a lion or horse flows from his head. He is powerful with his skin, hair, bark, scales. He is the wolves howling at night or the gentle babbling of the brook, morning sunlight or lightning bolts, strong and weak, harsh and gentle, but always loving.

"I must suffer for awhile, and when I do, my pain will be so great, I will not know what is happening. The Great Storm will strike the United States and bring it down. Yet there is a greater storm than this coming, and he has no room for me in his heart. He will scourge me and lay wounds upon me, but he will not win. I am not his mother. I did not give birth to him.

"I hear the whisper of the spider when she weaves her web. I do not judge. I only love. I love all, even the most evil of men. I love them still. I love the monsters and the saints."