The Great Mother of Great Lights Series:
The Prostitute & The Priest, The Desert Sage & Child Saviour.
We come to a time when a goodly part of the world celebrates Mother Mary giving birth to Lord Jesus… Now we will not in this article be principally speaking of her… or her child… Though it is a magnificent story… We instead would like you to reflect on a question…
What if your Child were like a Prince Siddhartha, Baby Krishna, Infant Jesus? A Wondrous Sage, Maha Guru, Great Prophet, World Saviour, A Great Light?
What would it have felt to call such a being to one’s womb or cradle? Would there have been special signs about the conception? Would the birth have been special? What would childhood have been like? Would you give the future savior a tight whack when they were being naughty?
Now there are at least 3 among our circle who has birthed in a past life {or this one} a being who has changed the very direction of life. So in this article we will be speaking of magnificent Mothers from whom were birthed great light bearers… especially focusing on one Other Great Mother we personally know…
Now if Buddha, Lord Krishna, Prophet Muhammed, Or Lord Jesus are to be believed, we are all great lights thinking we are fireflies… True. That is precisely what we at Creator’s Child affirm. Each of us is a great light. Each child is a Universe. But we do not always see the full spread of our light, or use it with as true a light we should.
We have masked elements in the story we are about to relate as Sheralle* and her new born child, had a real place in history, besides Sheralle incarnated has family, husband… who would be threatened by being unmasked…
“It was a sunlit day, some 2,100 years ago, when Sheralle* knew something special was around the corner. A curtain parted in the late autumn breeze and she could have sworn the late afternoon light let in sparkles… She had just rearranged the coverlet to the bed, for before lunch an important priest had graced it… She looked out and saw a face… It was ringed with a beard, light brown, eyes looking up, and a daisy in his hand… Normally she would have turned this peasant away, but she knew him, had gone tone of his discourses, or rather hymn circles… She sent her maid down… Her heart normally did not thud. Yes there was a fierce acceleration as the Priest visited. He was brilliant Egyptian, and a perfect lover… But this one was a desert storm…
“It was special beyond belief… like a dance at a king’s palace, slow, echoing, infinitely sensual, infinitely deep, and yet it was like unexpected rain… It was thunderous, it was gentle…
“When it ended and they rested, the maid gently caressing their bodies with wet cloths, a screech ripped through the evening… 3 black crows chased a tiny sparrow and stabbed it… The great Sage {How else do we name him}, chased the crows and lifted the sparrow, he sang to it in his palms, it lifted revived darted out, but again was pursued by the crows…
“He sat face in his hands and told her, “I have blessed you, I have cursed you… You must leave…”
“But she had answered, “Where is it safe?”
“Sheralle’s roots & herbs had not worked and she was pregnant.
“The Senior Priest who visited her at times, had taken umbrage, at Sheralle’s fascination for the Desert Sage… It had become obvious and bandied about… The Priest had used his influence and the Desert Sage who had once been a soldier had been thrown into a gladiatorial battle… Lions sent to kill him had turned and purred at his feet… So a senior gladiator had been pitted against him… but it was inconclusive… Let off… he was assassinated…
“The shock of the news of his death had churned Sheralle’s stomach… Which was heavy with child… But that news was nothing compared to other news of an entire rebellion being put down… the children of a whole village strangled before their parents…
“Strangely, right through her pregnancy, even though she was a whore… despised in those times… she had found unusual visitors… they claimed her unborn child had special powers… healing powers… One was fierce, troubled by guilt, but when he had touched her belly his face had cleared…
“The labour was long, terrible, around the chamber was fierce visions…
“Just when the child was born, blood on his face, a birthmark on his face, she had heard screams… into the chamber had come the priest and 6 assassins, He had held the child, confirming it was not his he had plunged a sword into the child and then into her…
Now you may wonder but the great child had been killed, the father, the sage had been killed… So where is the greatness of the child?
In many ways, first the Sage who was father, post the love-making with Sheralle* had suddenly become psychically significant. He had made 3 great prophesies which reshaped the landscape of that world. It was like she had blessed him with her Yoni…
Second, the fierce man who had been transformed by touching Sheralle*’s womb became a powerful Saint who had united several fierce tribes…
Third, though stabbed Sheralle* had taken days, months to die… The song of her grief and yet hope had become a prayer for a world where only bloodshed seemed to rule…
“Cry not for the blood that fell,
It will shatter the walls of Lies…
my cry song rises like incense
and is forever heard…”Sheralle* when she first came to us was not married… Her past life regression to uncover deep inexplicable womb pains, revealed bloodshed, terror… Years of slow uncovering pieced the story together…
She married, her husband is one of the lovers she once had… Her child is the unborn child from 2,000 years ago… He has great psychic powers, and ability to travel psychically… This gift is exasperating as it can lead to truly terrifying dilemmas… And as of today it is not certain if he will become a magnificent sage or CEO…
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Let us look back at Sheralle’s story to see how much we can gain from it.
Remember what you have been told has been pieced together over close to half a decade. Through Past Life exploration, dream… It has been paid through terrifyingly by Sheralle today, for the feeling of having your child killed before your eyes, having a knife plunged in deep… Is anything but easy. It haunts, sends one to the brink of madness. While Sheralle of yester years was a Noble prostitute, she is today part of a proud family with rather straight-laced ideas of love and sexuality.Sheralle was a dancer then, she is a banker here. Having to deal with loan structuring after remembering an old style Desert Mystic is anything but easy.
Lesson #1: Death is not the end. It is a baton, in a continuous race.
Lesson #2: Many come with us in the Journey. Not only is death not the end, many of the actors from earlier times repeat themselves… again and again…
Lesson #3: Sex can be incense to Prayer. A Great Sage had made love to her… And she had blessed that great being…
Lesson #4: A Whore and a Saint can share a Bed:
Lesson #5: The Priest, The Desert Sage were both Powerful Psychics: They were there earlier. And now.
Lesson #6: The Dancer-Prostitute through her womb surrounded the spirit of the unborn child with tempestuous blood & sexual magic: This was transformatory…
Lesson #7: The Unborn have a Voice: The Unborn Can Change The World...
Lesson #8: A Long Life is Not Necessary to be a Great Life: Sheralle’s child lived a few instants after being born. And yet had already transformed one disciple… That disciple went on to be pillar of a religion that resounds today…
Lesson #9: The Blood of Sparrow saved by The Desert Sage was potent: Every window sill on which some blood spilt was energised. The Child of The Sparrow rescued revealed the position of soldiers to a set of hiding spiritualists helping them escape.
Lesson #10: The Light may Send a Saviour what it may do is Something else: Today, Sheralle’s child is a powerful psychic with access to some pretty, strange Egyptian secrets…
Lesson #11: The Truth Has a Price:
Lesson #12: The Truth Can Be Messy:
Lesson #13: The Truth Threads Life, and Life Threads The Truth:
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Pregnancy is one of the most gloriously orchestrated movements at so many levels – physical, cultural, spiritual… And it is blessed at so many moments… Many that we have detailed in The Chronicle of Death and Rebirth…
Bringing out the best and ugliest in us…As we celebrate the Nativity of Jesus, or the Joy of Janmashtami, let us spare a moment for The Mother… The Father… The Brothers… Sisters… each who helped an Eagle Soar, A King Rule…
Many of them paid a terrible price. So we can live with Greater Light… and Vaster skies…*********
-- Celia & Tarun Cherian
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