I bow down

September 27, 2021

I bow down (song)

I bow down to the mother of the universe

I bow down to the father of the universe

I bow down to the mother of the universe

I bow down

I bow down

Mother

Mother, a sound, all living creatures call. Mother, the highest honor, Love’s virtue holds.

Creation is indebted to mothers for unveiling the manifest presence of God. She is the only other honor that beholds the glory of creation’s creation. She is the only other voice that says “It is good…” after creation is complete.

Mother comes first in love’s hierarchy of Mother, Father, Teacher and God.

The soul intention of sharing these stories is to inspire transformation or simply find out who you really are. For a woman, becoming a mother is a journey from extreme fear to eternal love. Co-creating with God’s one of the most cherished creation changes how one sees creation. The experience of creating life within one’s body changes the whole perspective of life. It is very humbling.

O Lord, make the sound of your voice within me louder than the noise outside

Everybody’s body is different. Everybody is different. Women complement each other with varied inherent talents, wishes, dreams and abilities. That goes for the one unique creation that emerges from their bodies. It is known, in this world nowadays how complicated a simple and natural act of human sustenance has become. The choices are deliberately intimidating and forcefully convincing. Natural ways to live and normal birthing is no more normal or natural. Somehow all of a sudden the whole world around you becomes interested to tell you what to do when they excitedly see your big belly with a precious life growing within. These are times when one could choose to be aware and go within to always be bold to make decisions. One is inspired tremendously to learn from mistakes and know each other. I am talking about the mother and child. Both parties begin work at the time of conception.

If conscious effort is put in this project disregarding all the distractions around, the results will be absolutely rewarding. It is a full time job even probably considering it as a free gift to the world. The power of creation in love is highly underrated.

Carry the burden of love

For those nine months a woman’s body expands and explodes into a different personality. Everything changes. All likes and interests will seem to scatter and take different projectiles. But that is where all the fun lies. It is worth it after all the work to hold that tiny little one who came through you and looks like you.

Autobiography of mrs. mama

The journey through conception, pregnancy and delivery is absolutely life changing. For me, it was just a beginning of a complete makeover. I was transforming inside out. From being a woman of having no chance of experiencing motherhood to fully blossoming to the very essence of woman, it has been a fulfilling gift and continues to be to this day. I chose to race fear with love and everything fell into place naturally. Literally speaking, it was an organic nature walk through the body, mind and spirit.

The war between truth and lies

I am positive that many women would agree with me that at some point or the other a daughter goes through irreconcilable differences with her mother. A daughter comes from her mother and so she carries traits and personalities of her mother by default. It is up to the daughter to choose and keep what is truthfully good and delete the rest like I did with my mother. It was always a war when it came down to her convincing me to lie or use deception tactfully to survive in the world against me rebelling and struggling to be truthful. A mother’s love that is intending to protect her daughter could lead her to make deceptive decisions coming out of fear which is an oppressive energy and then comes the offence because of the seemingly bad behavior of disobedience which could very well be followed by a punishment. It is always a war between deceptive lies and loving truth.

The fire of fear

Fear spreads wildly like a fire. Its negative heat spreads by transferring the energy into another in no time. If one is not in a habit of identifying actions based on fear one would not tend to overcome it. Overcoming fear with faith inspires confidence to do the right thing with the right mind.

Children should be taught to fight this fear of making mistakes and grow trust in loved ones by teaching that there is always forgiveness for honest repentance thus fearlessly walking the path of truth.

This kind of fear that a child might be growing with creates an extreme and deep low self-esteem. No good is good enough for them. Their fire of fear is always dominant negatively trying to control everything around with a deceptive confidence that poses as truth. If one around is weak to identify its cheap presence they are easily attracted to the distracted charm and joins hands in the fear. It is almost addictive to sit around and talk about negative things and enjoy basking in the glory of depressed emotions. In the presence of positive goodness one could nip it at the bud before turning it into a big fire then the company is appreciated. Otherwise run away from it as fast as you can.

Do you really want to hear this pathetic story? Well, when I was little I was playing with my neighbor’s son with a scooter. He fell and blamed it on me that I pushed him. It involved our parents so my mother put a bandage on my finger and dabbed some liquid bindi (the dot that girls put on their forehead) on it to make it look like blood. It was maroon color and her idea was far from looking real. I was dragged through this embarrassing ordeal to the neighbor’s house to prove that it was indeed me who was hurt in the incident.

I cried and I was furious. A sorry would have made it all simpler even if I was innocent.

That day, my repentance to God to forgive me to have participated in the guilty lies was honest and my decision to adhere to truth embedded deep in my soul.

You can only imagine a girl’s life henceforth enduring a lifetime with her mother whom she loved dearly and fighting to do the right thing in all things at all times.

The habitual pattern of deceptive lies is a hard one to break. It is a fault finding machine. It is a generational strong hold. If one works hard enough to do the work on faith God will definitely separate one from the nagging oppressing energy from within and outside.

My mother was a broken soul. I loved her deeply through her dysfunctional weakness. She carried a heavy burden of suffering and offence unlikely to change. It was her protective wall. She was smart and knew to live in the world.

I helped her a lot and my love created a strong personality in me. I am only grateful and thankful.

I bow down

I was always terrified of this part that I carried and even more afraid to be a mother. My fears did not stop God from blessing me through His abundant grace and constant guidance molding me to be a woman through her full potential.

Becoming and being a mother is the best thing that ever happened to me. One is humbled in the beautiful process and is transformed through the continuing work. The hate that was buried deep within was being uprooted inspiring to choose love for my beloved son. I was grateful for the life that my mother gave to me.

As I continued to do the work I kept finding her voice within. It was strong and beautiful. My head bowed in reverence to what I found within. Once when I sat to pray, the song spontaneously manifested as a translated version of a simple chant. The voice now new and improved actually mellowed me into a sanctified silence in reverence. I could not say a word for two days. I had to work with it to nurture it as it nurtured me. I started experiencing the deepest virtues of a woman in all aspects of life. The strength within was huge enough to fill the universe. The love that arose was magical creating space for putting out any fire of bitterness or enmity. The voice (or the noise) that usually shouted at the true injustice around was being drowned by the loud silence of the truth within. The spirit of this voice always exhibits soft speech and gentle manners.

I bow down to the mother of the universe…

I am telling you sister, this beautiful voice is within every woman as a symbol of the most beautiful creation and as creation herself. This voice which is strong in its tone of intended love can always win while rendering truth in justice. It will be heard and children will bow down. Men will see the truth. He will admire and adore.

Seek and find what is hidden inside….

And make it shine…

I bow down… to the mother of the universe… in you!