Autumn Gold Announces
The Cosmic Divine Mother’s
Falling Red Leaves of October
(For Added Depth to the writing below, listen to
the following music from the Autumn Musical)
for
“Sound Commands Light”
Know One Thing …
The Red Leaves Will Now Fall
Everywhere and in Every Way
What Does That Mean ? …
You Are About To Find Out …
Everyday, Everywhere
and in Every Way …
Enough has been said …
WATCH THE SHOW GO DOWN
“The Mother is the presence of this divine creative force in all things.
Just as we have a physical, humanoid mother,
The planet is our Mother;
The solar system is our Mother;
This galaxy is our Mother;
The universe is our Mother.
The Mother, the Cosmic Mother, has many levels.
Moreover, and probably most importantly, we have our own individual Divine Mother.
Within us is a confluence of forces in nature, a condensation of the Cosmic Mother, related to our specific ray.
In other words, our Innermost Being as Goddess.
She is our Mother, our own Gaia.
She is the one who, from lifetime, to lifetime, to lifetime, to lifetime,
for uncountable ages, has given us life—not only in this humanoid form, but in every form we have had.
We have a Divine Mother who is the same for eternity.
Yet, who among us remembers her face?
Knows her name?
Has smelled her scent?
Has heard her laugh?
Heard her cry?”
In the ancient Orphic hymns, we find a beautiful hymn, written to Gaia.
This hymn is about 2300 years old.
“Oh mother Gaia, of Gods and men the source, endowed with fertile, all-destroying force; all-parent, bounding, whose prolific powers produce a store of beauteous fruits and flowers.
“All-various maid, the immortal world’s strong base, eternal, blessed, crowned with every grace; from whose wide womb as from an endless root, fruits many-formed, mature, and grateful shoot.
“Deep-bosomed, blessed, pleased with grassy plains, sweet to the smell, and with prolific rains.
“All-flowery Daimon, centre of the world, around thy orb the beauteous stars are hurled with rapid whirl, eternal and divine, whose frames with matchless skill and wisdom shine.
“Come, blessed Goddess, listen to my prayer, and make increase of fruits thy constant care; with fertile seasons in thy train draw near, and with propitious mind thy suppliants hear.” – Orphic Hymn 26 to Ge, C3rd B.C. to 2nd A.D.