Weaving the World into Love

With the increasing reports of violence in the news, it is hard to hold on to hope – especially for those who have been placed on this planet to envision and help to birth a new world.  As the old world (the world rooted in fear and ruled by power and control) suffers in its death throes – it seems as if things are only getting worse (like ISIS beheading Coptic Christians) – and for the old world, they are.  But for those of us who are here with a vision of a different world – one rooted in love and build on the foundation of mutual honor and respect constructed through collaboration and cooperation – we know otherwise.  We are here, standing in the wings, waiting and witnessing the old world as it completes its self-destruction, knowing that in order for the new world to come forth, the old must pass away.  And so it is.  As violence begets violence, and fear topples over fear, we are called to remember – to remember the promise of new life and our call in helping to fulfill this promise.  And when the fear threatens to overtake us, we are invited to remember that we are not alone and that love always wins!

SpiderWoman

Spiderwoman

It’s because of my voice that you can’t hear me.

If you listen with the human ear, my voice is discordant, dissonant, repulsive.

Like fingernails on a chalkboard –

High, whiney, screechy and scratchy.

 

 

But if you listen with your heart,

My voice is warm and soothing –

Comforting like a glass of warm milk sweetened with cardamom and honey

Or a perfectly pressed French roast coffee broadened with a tablespoon of butter –

Bulletproof – like my web.

 

 

I am the Weaver, the Creatrix, the Three Fates…

I am Arachne, Anansi, Ariadne, Arianrhod and Aragog…

Striking terror in the hearts of men

Because I am that which you cannot control

or reduce to fact with your so-called “scientific method.”

(And I scoff at those who would even try.)

 

 

Who can count the days of time?

Or put a calendar around eternity?

Since before time began, I have been the hand of God –

Weaving his word into form.

God speaks (or thinks or dreams) and I create – bringing vision into form.

 

First the stars so there might be light.

Then the children of the stars that there might be form.

Then the children of the children of the stars so there would be life.

Then each life unto itself so that God might know

EVERY…..INFINITE…..POSSIBILITY…. for what God could be.

Because really, God is just a child at play seeing all that he can be.

 

And I am his mother – for even Him did I create.

So it is my task to discipline.

Like when God imagined the Third Reich or dropped the atomic bomb –

these were not such good ideas, so with my web I reeled God in.

Or when the Twin Towers fell and the world responded with war,

I hemmed him in again.

 

 

From my spool God goes out to play

And to my wisdom God returns (and humanity with him).

 

Expanding and contracting

Going out and coming in

Weaving the web of life

Always transient, impermanent and unstable –

Just like God’s whims.

But always returning home.

Home to me – Spiderwoman and Source:

 

“Weaving the world into love, one web at a time!”

About Your Spiritual Truth

I am a trained, professional Spiritual Director, Author and Hands-on Healer. I offer services, programs and classes that empower you to hear the voice of the Divine that speaks from within you. It is the voice of the Divine that leads us to our highest truth, to the discovery and cultivation of our gifts and to a life of Authentic Freedom where we know contentment, compassion and joy. Your truth will set you free!
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