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Date Posted: 11:27:37 08/31/08 Sun
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THE HEART OF THE MATERNAL
Maternity is the elan that a woman's life achieves through
the art of her love.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Those who have awaited the coming of the babe that did not arrive; those who would be mothers, but know that cannot be on the earth plane; those who have known the terror felt by the mother when her child enters alone into the mystery of death; to all of you, I speak the thought of the maternal heart.
Mothers are as near to God as woman can ever be. "A little child shall lead them". They have an experience denied to other human beings. In experiencing the birth of a child, they undergo purification for the enlarging of their souls into the wider soul of the child which in turn widens till it touches other lives into reality.
To women who have been denied a child, life still may be the reflection of the star of love. Many a child is born and lives in a woman's ideal, though it never, in a physical sense, nestles a wee head against mother's breast. These women idealize life, so that when other women become mothers, their babes live in a world of beauty, for woman is God's passionflower in the garden of the earth.
To those mothers who have felt baby lips on theirs, and little fingers feeling Mother's face, who remember the first day at school and the education complete, and the babe now a man, and this man a soldier, dead; there is this knowledge, consolation that nothing more or less than this has happened: the babe who became a man, a soldier, a hero, has entered into the after life a few hours before you, and these few hours, Mothers, will so divinely complete your child, man, soldier, hero, that when you come to him he will be a full light, a guarding power, a guide to you along the eternal path that leads to God.
Mothers, realize that you are blessed by God because the earth depends upon you for its population. Mothers have said many times through the ages: "We have very little political power". They are forgetting that women are the great lawmakers of the physical world, for they give, determine, and educate the citizens of every age.
Mothers of the earth plane, you have, perhaps, the greatest gift of all. It is possible, and possible only through you, for a soul, an individual ego, to secure out of your body a physical body in which to live. The Divine has made you so that He can find a physical home for a soul to live in, only from you, mothers of the earth plane.
Mothers of the earth plane, if you were here in this heaven world, had, before you passed to this plane, been the mother of several children, and found an opportunity as I find it now, of telling two or three of the most important things for the welfare of mothers, what would you say? I do not know, but some day you will be here, as I am now. You may find an opportunity to speak to mothers, and among the things you will say, will be these, I am sure:
Mothers, realize that what your baby is was determined by you when you were in your girlhood. Some think that the genius of a man comes to him when he is physically born. They do not know that genius came oftentimes when the mother in her girlhood had an experience and felt life's deep nature. The birth of a great soul in the physical sometimes dates back to the tender years of the youth of the mother.
Mothers on the earth plane, you have two important duties to perform: first, to be the maternal university your children attend; second, to teach your daughters, the potential mothers, to seek to understand this experience. Students of the human mind on the earth plane speak of the mother instinct. I do not like that term. It is wrong. This is not an instinct: it is a natural, lovingly directed use of the power of maternity. There is nothing automatic about it. It should be called mother-love. It is the desire of every girl to be, some day, one who will hold in her arms part of her own body containing a soul to love. How little girls love to play with dolls, the representations of mothers who will some day hold in their arms a child of their own both to love and to play with. The mother who does not play with her children does not deserve them. But do not make the mistake of thinking that when little girls hold dolls in their arms, this is merely an instinct. It should be given another name. Call it the birth-ideal, for the desire to be a mother is the uniting of body, brain, soul, intuition, and all divine and human knowledge, as a girl realizes knowledge, when her life urges her to be a mother.
I have said that the genius of a child is born during the girlhood of the mother, through a certain experience. That experience takes place when the girl enjoys all life speaking to her soul, and this has never been in the experience of any girl a silent, inaudible voice. When that voice spoke, though, many girls hardly listened. A few were all intent. They became the mothers of great men and women. When life speaks to the girl, telling her that some day she may be a mother, then should all society surround that girl and contribute the teaching of maternal preparation. These things should be taught to the coming mothers of the human race.
The body of the baby is born from and is a part of the mother's physical life. The soul is born from the universe. The soul that comes to the particular physical body comes nearly always on the invitation of the quality of that body.
Teach your daughters all that you know of the laws of motherhood. Teach them that exercise, health, thought, purity, are religious duties, and should be attended to as one attends to prayer.
Teach that a mother, when she was once a girl, became radically different from man, because she, as perhaps one of the highest duties of her life, had already commenced to live these lives, one of her child to be, and one of herself.
Teach the power of desire. Tell every girl that if she commences life's duty in early years, she can place herself directly in contact with a soul that, though her babe is still unborn, will find a home in her baby when she gives it a body.
Be impressed by the deep important duty of a woman's life — to prepare the coming race of mothers, and to teach the race that already has arrived.
We cannot know what maternity means till we study the nature of woman. No matter what the earth plane may require of women in labor and government they will still retain those noble characteristics which belong to woman. The construction of a woman's body is more delicate and tender than that of a man. She is a sensitive and responsive soul, easily impressed by love and as deeply influenced by its absence. Through the use of intuition, vision, patience, hope and faith, God has attuned her to inspiration more finely than man.
I do not know whether nature has been more careful in her work with women than with men, but usually both the soul and the body of women are more beautiful than those of men. I do not say that nature has made woman greater than man. I am speaking of fineness, beauty, sensitiveness, finish. Sometimes I think that women are the branches and leaves of the tree, and men the great strong trunk, in their place and for the purpose of their being, equal in their importance, each great, but reaching to the same height up different sides of an arching mountain.
Woman is a flame, an intensity, a passion. She has schooled herself through discipline to resemble men in physical and mental attitude towards common objects, but the lioness has a far more intense and fiery disposition than the lion. Woman combines deep, passionate vital forces, which in a supreme crisis can command, through the power of reproduction, certain energies in the universe. Such energies so combined have become you who now read my words.
Daughters of the earth plane, ask yourselves this question many times: Is my life as a woman to be mere accident, haphazard and chance, or shall I direct it? Because I have deeper emotion and feeling than most men, I can, if I consider the object important enough, become a martyr, know what hell is and smile. By the divine power, I — the only chamber of being through which, by opening the door of purity and idealism, a soul can enter, then open another door and walk out, a boy or a girl — I will bend my high intensity into the channel where flows the love of God.
We advance a step. Sex impulse is based on love. The heart of the maternal has this motif of music singing always a twilight lullaby, a poem, a thought whose burden is: God made me a woman to be loved. I only receive love when I give love. My love is but a half circle of gold waiting to meet another half circle of gold, waiting for the time when the two shall melt through passion together and become an encircling source of strength. Love is the perfume that the peace of silence detects in every storm.
Women of the earth plane, those of you who are mothers, and those of you who are not, history records that most of the worthy achievements of men have been inspired by women. I fear that, unless the present generation of women on the earth plane, enjoying all that man can know, still retain their feminine qualities, they will become a race of Spartan mothers; and Sparta, with all her glory, did not endure. What then must be done by the women of the earth plane to preserve their womanly qualities, and, above all, the soul of the maternal?
Women should develop their beauty. Do not tell me this cannot be done if the physical body does not possess it. The true man loves the beauty that he sees expressed through the eyes of a woman when he becomes aware, and this is love, of the character of her soul. There are no ugly women. There are only ugly bodies. The woman is her soul, and there is no woman so utterly depraved, with rare exceptions, that she cannot be developed into beauty through desire.
Women of the earth plane, those of you who expect to become mothers, do not suppress yourselves. Laugh; be free; live much in the open. Cultivate grace of speech and carriage. Give full play to the sensitive, responsive, wave-like motion of your soul, as it demands a liberal life of beauty in a free but sensible world. When a woman has become a mother, forever then she has sympathy with every other woman, a sympathy which only mothers know, and which she has because she is a mother. In that direction, she has fulfilled, in the physical world, all that was expected of her. God knew the suffering that mothers must inevitably pass through, so in compensation He gave to them this precious jewel — the material to employ for the making of a human being, thus making them creators.
Every woman who ever lived had a mother, but not every woman became a mother. Has God forgotten the noble women who are not and never will be mothers? Sometimes I used to think so when on the earth plane I met the woman who was not a mother, but now I understand. The woman who is not a
mother should spend much time with children. She should recognize that every woman has a duty towards all children, both the born and the unborn. The divine faculty of maternity was never utterly suppressed in any woman, though she never gave birth to children in the physical sense.
Before children are born they are collected. Who collects them? Who brings together the particles of their being? It is principally in this that the child is born. Other women, all the time, assist the mother, in an important sense, before the birth of her child. It is necessary for the woman who does not become a mother, in so far as she can, to share the maternal experience of one who will be a mother; for, as I have told you, maternity is never totally suppressed in any woman. If you saw from our world what happens when the body of the unborn child is assembled and grows, you would observe that the mother with her life is reaching out in a thousand directions and collecting those elements out of which her child will be made. These particles are brought to the mother both through the human mind and physical body channels. Only another woman than the mother, through the maternal force in her being, can assist the mother to draw physical and psychic elements that, passing through maternity, become human beings.
So, women of the earth plane who are called the ones who will not be mothers, realize that next to being a mother is the divine privilege you have of assisting, through prenatal influences, in the formation of another woman's child. This is true of the body. It is a million times truer of the mind, and of the soul that will come to the child. Experience teaches that when a child becomes a man or a woman of genius and greatness, and you cannot attribute this to inheritance, oftentimes that child is born through the effort of some noble woman who loved the mother, more than through the physical door it used to enter the world. This seems to be God's compensation to the barren woman, who, though barren, entered into the heart of the experience of maternity that another woman had through her maternal desire which was her love. Friendship sometimes gives genius to the child of a friend you love.
Mothers, learn to know when your work is done. Realize that when your children have reached the age when they can take those they love and add to the citizenship of the world, all your work is done, except to love your children forever. Having done all that is possible for your child, if he disappoints you — causes you pain — remember that your work is done, and the responsibility lies now with the child. Mothers love their children so much that they blame themselves for a thousand things for which they have no responsibility. Do not do it, mothers. Have faith to know that there is a God who is both Mother and Father; that the Mother part of Him made all his children, including you, and that the Father in Him will some day, somehow, allow you to see in your child your highest ideal realized in most perfect form.
You ask me how I know. The heart of the Maternal told me so, and it must be true, because that Heart from which was born a child can never be a false witness. Let us all then dwell in the sunlight of the greatest Mother Heart of all — the Love of God.
THE WOMAN SOUL
Because all the earth is torn asunder by problems which, while in process of solution, distress mankind, woman with her deep feeling has despaired and felt lonely for, even in normal times, she is, in one phase of her life, greatly misunderstood, and in abnormal times she is greatly neglected. Speaking as a woman who lived on the earth plane, loved, was loved, reared children and ascended to this higher plane, I cannot but feel that if the people of the earth understood their women better, the joy of the earth plane would be enhanced.
I say to the women of the earth plane that, no matter how much they are satisfied with life, how serene their domestic situation, how they are loved, have children that love them, friends who understand them; though in every way life seems to be worth while; yet all agree with me when I say that every woman on earth, regardless of her situation, has an indefinable yet vivid sense of regret within her soul. A great artist on the Twentieth Plane once said within my hearing: "There never was a beautiful woman who did not have some form of tragedy in her eyes". The purpose of this little essay is to find out what the regret is that burns in a woman's soul; whether it can be eradicated, and how.
The women of the earth plane are all hero-worshipers. The regret in their souls has been due to the inequity of your political and economic systems. Heroism has been almost stifled. Women are great when they inspire men. All great men have been inspired by women. All the complexities of modern civilization became more intense, the struggle for existence keener, and a small minority — an aristocracy of wealth, with reins of gold — held the people in bondage. Then women uncomplainingly despaired because they found men becoming machines and women as hero-worshipers could not worship a machine.
The woman who was a mother, knowing this, despaired because she realized that her children would become part of the great machine of slaving humanity. Women have that indefinable regret in their souls because ignorance, disease, prudery, mock-modesty, lust, sin — all these were the manipulating forces which made the only companion the woman could have in her life. These led her into situations where she was forced uncomplainingly to have her body polluted, her soul darkened, and all this in a world which called itself "Christian".
There have been more martyrs among women than among men. There are some things in a woman's life that she will never surrender. The foremost is her right to be a woman. This carries with it the insistence on a righteous world in which her children, her lover-husband, and herself can be protected by religion, education and democracy. This indefinable regret found in every woman's soul is there because, no matter how pure her life and that of her husband-lover, the world in which she lived and he existed made it almost impossible for her to be a heroine and him a hero.
The vice of an age stamps out individuality. Through all the years of a woman's life her individuality and that of the one she loves becomes a common type without a personality; then the oppression, the slow disintegration, gives birth to that regret which is still found in the soul of the happiest woman on the earth plane.
The outlook is bright. Your age, by calling women to the service of the state, and by that rebirth which all the peoples of the earth plane have experienced, is achieving the preservation of womanhood. As if a worldwide storm had uprooted and cast out all fear, you are passing from the blight of degenerate centuries into an epoch when the development of individuality and personality through all the educative processes of the state has become with you almost a religion. With the coming of this epoch, that indefinable regret within a woman's soul will slowly disappear, and soon every woman will be a heroine and every man a hero.
— MARY YOULE WATSON
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