In this world of dog-eat-dog, we tend to think of ourselves as autonomous. We don’t need others, we say to ourselves. The thrusting world of commerce and success urges us to be confident, to be independent, to compete.
I’ve just returned from a conference in Austria, spending three long and informative days studying the myriad expressions of the Divine Mother. The Divine Mother is a concept which is recognised and celebrated throughout the world in just about all religions and cultures, from Mary Mother of Jesus to Shekinah, Kwan Yin, Lakshmi and Al Sayyida.
The quintessential nature of the Divine Mother is one of love, compassion, wisdom and the unfolding of creation. She is a force of nature, connected with the Holy Spirit and the presence of God. She is the great creatrix – the womb of creation and the root of all things ‘spiritual’ – to do with the spirit – namely to do with the presence of Love and Light. She connects all living things.
Angels are said to be messengers from The Divine, who come to us in times of need. We think of their compassion and loving kindness, their transformative powers and their light, and realise they too hold some of the qualities of The Divine Mother. I learned long ago that Angels don’t simply exist in some far off heaven, playing lutes on pink fluffy clouds. They don’t wear large feathered wings and frilly nightdresses, either. Angels live among us here and now. There are several here in Cape Town.
I met such an angel on my way home. Sick with food poisoning, exhaustion and a migraine, I sat on the plane wondering how I would make the long flight back. By the time we touched down in Johannesburg, I was so ill that the crew called in medics, who advised I stay in a clinic overnight. I pressed on home to Cape Town – just another 2 hours – but by the time we arrived, I was so weak I could barely talk.
Enter the Angels. Seeing my distress in Johannesburg, people gathered around to help. A man gave me a pack of electrolyte powders. A woman asked if she could help. The cabin crew gave me cold towels for my head and camomile tea for my stomach. A wonderful lady whom I later came to know as Alison, went beyond simple compassion. She gave me a rehydration drink, gathered my belongings, organised for me to lie down over four seats in the aircraft, which she covered with blankets and pillows, and arranged for a wheelchair to take me from the plane at Cape Town. Alison found my partner at the airport, carried my bag and gave me her contact details. Even the official at passport control offered me sympathy and good wishes. I felt overwhelmed by the loving kindness which was shown. Is this The Divine Mother working through ordinary people who have an inherent loving connection with their fellow human beings?
As I recover at home, I imagine a world where everybody has that same compassion, that loving kindness, that willingness to help.
May The Divine Mother come, in all her myriad manifestations, to touch the hearts and minds of all peoples everywhere. Bring on the Angels – and not just the Angelic Realms.