I sat down this morning knowing it was time to send out a message from the Grandmothers even though absolutely nothing was moving in me.  

Nothing.  "I'm empty, Grandmothers," I said, and then I just sat there, not expecting anything to happen.  But the Grandmothers aren't dependent on anyone having something to say so They spoke --- a good reminder of where all this information comes from.

"Let us wrap you" they said, gesturing with their arms,"wrap and enfold you tight in love so that nothing can get to you but love. Held like this, you will be safe," the Grandmothers said, heads nodding to emphasize their point. 

"Think of us doing that now," they suggested, "and we will. Everything, after all, begins in the mind so why not think of us encasing you in love like this. Think of it and then let us do what we've always longed to do ---hold you tight. Cover and wrap you entirely in love. It will make us happy to do this," they laughed,"and it will make YOU happy!

"These are such sobering times you're living in now," they said,"that it's easy to get pulled down by them.  So many problems to fix," they shook their heads slowly, "so much grief and pain.  But...," then they cocked their heads and smiled, "all that will pass.  All of it will be gone."  And then, as if to chase it away right now, "Be gone!" they shouted, and threw their arms in the air.

"You," they quickly said, as they turned to me, "were born for joy."  Not just happiness," they explained,"but joy --- joy pure and simple.  Joy is your birthright," they said. "Joy connotes the presence of the Divine, the great expanding of the heart that only God's presence can bring.  You were born for this and nothing else," they declared, and folding their arms tight across their chests they rocked back and forth on their heels.  I noticed that now they were standing in a long line.  Shoulder touching shoulder, they looked like a company of soldiers --- elder women soldiers.  Together they were 'holding the line.'   And when I observed their position, I realized that standing like this was purposeful.  Their bodies were creating a wall, a boundary that nothing could penetrate.

"Grandmothers," I said as I continued to stare at them, "is this you?  You look so formidable," I continued, "so impenetrable and powerful.   "Yes," they nodded, they said, "this is us.  What you are seeing as we stand together like this is the power of love.  We are dedicated to love," they said, stamping their feet to emphasize the word.  "We have declared ourselves for love and so here we stand. And we will never give way," they shook their heads.  "Nothing will penetrate the wall of love we have created here ---nothing but love itself.  And now we are calling you to stand with us."