Children of the Earth, once upon a time in the darkness of the past, when time meant nothing, I came to this part of the Universe for you. From the consciousness that makes me who I am, I make one part visible. It is that part of my being that you call planet Earth. It is your home. And as nowhere and never before in the Universe, I have created on it beautiful pastures, native fields, mountain rivers, sea basins, desert oases... I have created a garden. Like you, it is also home to the animals that inhabit it. Respect them, for they are my children, just like you.
As you know, it is often not a garden of Eden. Floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, fires, poisonous plants and dangerous wildlife, also affect your lives. Some of you may say that it is my fault.
Oh, children, how sad I am about this, how can a Mother hurt her children?!
At this level of consciousness development, you learn important lessons: everything that exists in the world has its good and bad sides, both in nature and in you. Your whole life is a continuous study of countless lessons, from which you learn again and again and again, until in the end, only the good remains in you.
I know that most of you do not even remember me, you do not know that I exist and care for you, and I still remember every person who has ever walked in my garden, from your ancestors many millions of years ago, to you yourself. I remember the name of each of you, I remember your every tear, every smile, every stolen kiss, your every failure or success.
So how can a mother forget her children?
I know that you do not remember me.
The veil of darkness still covers your consciousness and does not allow you to fully experience reality. So you make mistakes. You often hurt yourself, so you often hurt and me. You mercilessly cut down centuries-old forests, constantly pollute clean rivers, greedily rummage through my chest, extracting hidden treasures from it. Along the way, you destroy the animals to whom, like you, I provided a home and shelter.
I know that it is hard for you too, you live in oblivion and therefore emanate your pain. You do not know who you are, what you are, why you came, where you are going and why you exist at all. And you try to replace this oblivion with a feverish life, trade, acquisitions ... and until then? With whom? For what?
Oh, children, how sorry I am for you. Like any mother, I feel your pain, and many times I want to heal it, I want it to disappear and go away irrevocably, forever, and I should not, I should not, because I know that this is the path you must follow. Soaked in tears.
I know that some of you are preparing to leave me. Like a grown child who calls the horizon, leaves his home, you too are preparing to dive into the depths of space.
Happy sailing, my children, follow your heart, explore life throughout the Universe and greet my brothers and sisters on whom you land. If in the depths of space you are overcome by sadness and regret for me, worry about whether you will find me again, do not be afraid, your love will lead you to me.
So how can children forget their mother?!
Oh, children, how happy I would be if you could, even for a moment, see yourselves as I see you, if you could see all your perfection, all your beauty, all your nobility.
Perhaps someone will say that I am subjective and that given you are my children, I see only the good in you, but not and the bad. I don't know if they are right, because although I consciously upset the Universe, I have a lot of knowledge and gifts, in the end, I am still an ordinary mother, who loves her children endlessly.
Your Mother Gaia
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