The World’s Mystery: Who Is Ever at Work?
The world was once young and devoid of the concrete jungles we know today. The Divine Mistress, who many believed sung the world into existence, spoke to people on a daily basis. She was not an invisible force. Instead, her people communed with her through her creation, and she used everything to connect with them. The tiniest insect to crawl the earth and fiercest animals in the jungle carried out the spirit of the Great Mother. She was patience and strength, and her animals reflected her heart and her mind. She prodded on the turtles and guided the steps of the deer. The dolphins too knew she was present in every wave, and they sung to her songs of praise and thanksgiving much like the songs people offered to her in wondrous places of worship on top of hills. She listened, exulted and moved by the gratitude of her creation. Even the grass and the flowers, they lifted up themselves to reflect her calm and her beauty because everything she did was beautiful, even the pain and suffering she would sometimes send to her people to call their attention. Mostly, she reveled in their joy. Today, we wonder about the hand at work. The future and our previous lives are huge question marks. Life seems to be a series of whys and what-ifs. We look up the sky and see more questions: Are we alone in the universe? Is there a parallel world? Does someone listen to our prayers? Why the hate and pain in the world? Who created life? She takes on many names, but she is one and the same. The same Great Mother of long ago and the same Great Mother of years to come. What has changed are her people—we changed. No longer do we see her in everything around us. The plants are just plants used for the nourishment of our bodies. We do not care for their stories, stories rooted in love, patience, and hard work. Rarely do we stop to smell the flowers. They are beautiful to look at, but we ignore their inspiration because life is busy. What do we know of the changing seasons or of the rain? We no longer slow down to welcome the beginnings they bring. Rather, day after day, we feel the same and create a world full of noise. We drown her out by our own making. The tides speak the same eternal language taught by the Great Mother. The rustling leaves carry the same message. How many of us listen still? She is Joy, Peace, and Truth. She, who is the hand at work, continues to speak to us today in the same language our souls know inherently. We know the Creator. Deep down we know the secrets of the universe. There never really was any mystery. Read the full article
