When you were born, it always seems as if I was locked away somewhere under duress – hidden from the world in darkness – enshrouded in it even – because you were so bright a light, we always had to hide you
shadows to cover the Light, for what else to use, when such a Divine child is born?
I am privileged to have called myself your Mother, once before, and I wanted to speak about that for you today, so you know how special you are to me, despite the circumstances even then.
My Krishna.
You have come again, because we needed healing, and this time – it will happen.
Born in captivity, your father, I lost on the way out – making way for me as I would not leave you.
Run, He said, trying to hold them off to clear a path for Me.
And For You,
I did.
All I knew, was you – my Krishna… and I had to save you.
And the only way – to save You – in this sad case – was to get you as far away from Me – as possible –
Your Mother.
Devaki.
For they were looking for My Son – and you had just been born…
I witnessed it myself in this life a vision of Me… by the side of the river.
What it felt like.
I wanted you to know why.
Why I had to hide you.
My son – I felt I had cursed you before you were born, because you were my son.
They wanted my son.
So, I would be the One to save you. Even if it meant letting you go. I loved you more than my own life. So I ran to the River… and put you in a basket.
They cannot pursue him Here, the River will take Him, take Him far away from there and I prayed – them not seeing where I went – I stayed beneath the reeds encircling the bank. I didn’t want to leave you – so precious you were to Me.
My Golden child –
so, I had to save you, even at my own expense and that was my resolve when I put the basket in the river,
knowing I had to make haste or they’d find me, and it would all be for Nothing.
A Sacred child born of Water.
You were carried away from Me.
But all I remember – Is Her – your Mother – lying by the bank of the River, her arm outstretched toward you … a shawl over her head and wrapped in wools – different shades woven together blues, purples, greys, browns, turquoise.
Mother Mary
Queen Devaki
She just put Her life on the River
to take it away, far away
from Her
And it did.
My life left Me that day as I went with My son,
to love Him in another
Yashoda
who I met later.
I felt happy to know you were taken care of. It brought Me great joy, to know, you remembered Me.
Your Mother.
I love you
Plus que ma propre vie…
Truly.
I love you Always.
And I am Always
with you.
That is how much
I love you.
Protecting you the whole way
down that river…
Never forget, the Love of your Mother.
It protects you Now, even still, because I gave my life for You. And it always
will.
– SDS ♾️
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