"The time has come to hold steady. Hold steady and take the ride. This is the storm, " the Grandmothers said. "You have no control over a storm such as this one. You must wait and watch. Wait and watch.

Fear, fear, fear,"they sang."Over and over again you are urged to be afraid. Such teachings breed cowardice so it's a wonder that all of you haven't given up by now. After all, you have been groomed to live in fear." I was staring at them in fascination. 

"You must be brave," they said. "Whenever you become overwhelmed and wonder what you are to do next, know that you've become caught in the fog of despair that hangs over the Earth. Don't succumb to its gray hopelessness. At a time like this if you look to the world for guidance, you will become increasingly fatigued. 

"Instead, look to us or to any form of the Divine," they said. "Come to us, call on us. There is work to do--important work, but you must be awake to do it. Call us and we will lead you."

Encircling me, they said, "Do not try to live even one day without a connection to the Divine. Today a cloud of confusion lies thick upon the world and this makes it difficult for you to see the truth. You need a source of support for yourself at a time like this, one that is pure, not one that's trying to control you. Call on us," the Grandmothers said, "and remember, even though you may sometimes feel like you're alone, you are NOT alone. Call."

Ch 11, p. 141-142, Casting the Net by Sharon McErlane