I Am Your Mother

Sometimes I pray; sometimes I meditate; sometimes I sit in silence and receive. I find value in each practice. On one particular day, I felt like I had centered and found communion with heaven. I’d received clear answers. I’d enjoyed a productive session. And I thought I was done.

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I walked out of my room to a different part of my home. As I did so, I was overwhelmed with the deepest imaginable love. It was expansive and personal at the same time. It was absolutely unconditional. It instantaneously healed my wounds and filled my insecurities with wholeness. I sank to my knees and wept. I wanted to stay there forever.

I asked, “Who are you?”

She answered, “I am your Mother.”

I don’t know all things, but I know there is an Infinite Divine Omnipotent Feminine Soul who loves me. And I feel certain She loves you too.