The time is Hers now.. she sweeps into us through these dark veils , shifts and influences that are beyond our control, beyond hers. She is commanded only by God throughGolden light to work through our planes and through her dimensions. She moves swiftly and silently through the layers and sits like the protective Mother in the corner of the room in darkness, on the nursing chair watching us out of the corner of her eyes.
We like small children curl up in our beds scared of that darkness and that presence that we feel that doesn’t feel human, that feels… but we don’t want to feel it , we don’t want to see Her as we have been taught to fear her. So we turn away, curl up in our fear and in our warmth and never get to meet that Great Mother who warms the chair beside us , who never leaves our side, who fiercely protects her children in times of dark . We never get to meet her.