This post was such a surprise. I love looking into the future, but had never considered who might birth me next time should I return here instead of another universe. It made me cry, it was so loving and tender, and made me think it would be wonderful to create (invite?) a loving, supportive mother for my next incarnation. I have Covid, and while I would love to send in a letter, my Covid brain may not afford me the linearity needed to make sense for your deadline.
How many lifetimes have we wandered apart, longing for each other? Who knows how many centuries have passed since that sacred moment when we promised to meet again?
Until our paths cross, may all that unsettles your soul or dims your light stay far from you. But I must warn you—I will unsettle you, and I will reshape the rhythm of your days.
I still marvel at the mystery of it all. Why would a spirit as wild and untamed as yours choose the path of motherhood? Was it to find me? Or to taste the weight and wonder of devotion? Whatever your reason, I am grateful.
As I await my arrival, I see you walking barefoot through the forest, along the shore. With each step, you press a kiss into Mother Earth’s cheek. I hope that when I am born, you will kiss and hold me with the same tenderness.
I hear the rustling of the trees and the song of the waves. They whisper lullabies to your wild spirit. I hope that when I arrive, you will pass these lullabies down to me—the ones you learned from leaves and tides.
May you bring me into this world in a place where your spirit feels safe and at ease. May gentle hands steady you, and kind voices soothe you as you bring me forth. May our reunion be accompanied with joyful, soaring songs.
I am waiting with wonder, knowing I will be born to a mother who pours her love and light into the very essence of life. And I pray that together, we nourish and transform each other—and this planet.
May we never be tested by scarcity or excess but instead live each day in harmony with what is given.
I pray that we recognize each other. How I long to be held in your arms and soothed by your song. I pray that you are free from pain, I pray that you are joyful and above all that you are loved by your mother, wherever you are.
It feels like it will be an eternity before we meet again, and yet I know it will feel like we were just together when my gaze meets yours.
When I became a mother, the cord still pulsing with life, as I reached to hold her, in a flash, her hands were your hands, I got to hold you for one second, until her hands became her own.
Since you left, the rain has become my mother, the hollowness of grief and the sweetness of memories are what I have left of you. Countless moments to be born again when we meet.
I wait, suspended in the realm between being your daughter then and becoming your daughter when.
I wait, my heart knows.
Until then, be well, be free, be happy.
May we do better next time and each time ever more.
Dear Mama to Come, Beloved Mother of my next reincarnation,
Thank you for saying yes to being my mother. We both know how long you have been waiting for this blessing and how much of a miracle your pregnancy is. While I know you've been keeping it a secret for the past months, afraid to believe it's really happening this time, I invite and encourage you to relax, to trust, to enjoy being pregnant with me. It really IS happening. I'm here to stay, and you don't have to hold on to the fear of losing me again.
I know that this worlds and reality is full of uncertainties, and what is--and has always been--true is how you and I have been bonded as souls for eons. We have been weaving in and out of each others' lives--as friends, lovers, mothers, brothers, daughters, and even sworn enemies. We can laugh about that now.
This lifetime I'm arriving as your child, the love child born between you and your Beloved, my father, to be guided by you both and also to guide you.
Thank you for saying yes to life even as the world and society around you collapse, burn, dissolve and begin their ooey gooey re-imagining process. It is a time of great possibility and potential, and I'm arriving to help you.
Thank you for continuing to do your life's work of loving yourself--all parts of yourself. Thank you for your commitment to serve love, Truth, our Mother Earth, and all her creatures, and especially your work with emotions, women, and the waters. What you are focusing on is essential for our future on this planet, so no matter what anyone else says, please keep going. You will have everything you need.
Allow this pregnancy, my life energy concentrated in your womb, and our birth together to awaken you to deeper and vaster threads of connection with the divine and the wells of resource within your body and self. Yes, it will shatter illusions and you may feel your body is breaking, but I promise you, you are becoming more whole, more awake, more alive.
Remember that you were the seed of your grandmother's prayers and love--and now--so am I.
Together we will be a force of goodness and love in this world. We will create and witness real magic returning to our world.
Please sing me all the songs in your soul, the songs of the wind and the turtles, the songs of the willow and oak trees. Help me remember who I am as I enter this world. Surround me in a circle of beloved community, with elders and other children, aunties and uncles, who see my gifts and will love and support me as only a village can. Call in the rituals and the ceremonies, the celebrations and ways of honoring the seasons and cycles of life and death. Remember how to make our life together sacred.
I love you, Mama, and I'll see you again soon. Please help me remember who I am and the3 star we both came from. I long to live in this world as I am.
May you come into this world knowing that you are already loved.
May you be carefree. May you love to sing, to cook and to walk barefoot.
May you enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without shame.
May you see the connections in the intricate web of life and recognize that you are part of it.
Dear Mamma, may you know the world’s beauty and have the strength to feel its pain.
May you come to know trust and may you rest in faith.
May you know and live through your, our, lines of mothers and daughters circling behind and ahead of you, that life is to be lived, that the wholeness of Mother Creation is in us, that we have creative healing power in our hands, our feet, and our heart.
Dearest future Mamma to me,
May you be heard and seen so that you can share those gifts with others.
May you gravitate toward the light and honor the darkness.
May your childhood be authentic. May you come to know friendship, and may you fall in love and be reciprocated.
May you become aware of your emotions and feelings, may you be rooted to your ancestors and may you be empowered by a rebellious streak that runs through us, forward and back.
Dearest mamma, may you hold the light and the fire that shines in my daughter now.
May you carry it forth, knowing your place of sovereignty.
Dearest Mamma, I can't wait to be held in your arms. May they be loving and warm, and may you be supported in your journey through life and motherhood.
May you come to know the divine and may you be blessed by the sacred.
With love and tenderness from your future daughter,
It’s 2025, four months after the death of my birth mother, Theresa Lynn. I’m 47 years old. I was given the birth name of Nicole Lynn. I feel my Soul name is Evelynn. I was born in a rural village of Michigan with a population of about a thousand people. I now live in a rural village with a population of about 650 people in the White Mountains of Northern New Hampshire. I feel most at peace and expansive when there are more Forests, Rivers, and Wild Flower Fields than humans. I was born in the Spring among the first flowers after a long, dark and cold Winter. But you already know this, don’t you?
I love that we recognize each other. The layers of incarnations wrap us in a magical cloak of holy relics. I remember you and you remember me. We’ve traversed these lands Soulfully United for as far backwards and forwards as our consciousness flows. We choose each other now because the time has come to weave our pieces together stitching a most extraordinary story. We start writing together early, reverently and holistically, living presently while telling the chronicle of our Soul’s memory. Mother and Child as One. Thank you for Seeing Me beyond what our human eyes typically see. Thank you for trusting me with our sacrament. Thank you for being trustworthy and upholding our sacred rite.
I write to you now in recognition of our omnipresent matrimony. As a way of communication and honor. Even now I know you. I see you. I feel you. I hear you. Together we sit at a table of Rememberers; Oradel, Theresa Lynn, Nicole Lynn, Oradel Rose, Luna Rose, Evelynn… the Grove pulses with Life. One lineage of women Mystics. I pour tea for us and you pour tea for us. The scent of Peppermint and Thyme signaling it’s Time to gather. The sweetness of maple and honey anointing Rose, Chamomile, Hibiscus, and Cinnamon.
There is so much I want to share but the purpose for this letter is to simply say I’m here and I know you are here too. We have been preparing ourselves and our offspring for this reunion and celebration through many generations and incarnations. We have been Soulfully weaving making preparations for when this moment arrives when we come into physical presence with our family’s blessed and most revered scriptures. Mantra Padmasambhava by Lama Dorje sings us into manifested appearance and presence. Despertar de un Angel by Daniela De Mari sings our Soul’s integration. The past, present, and future swirls around us, wisdom blooms within, seeding the Soul’s manuscript. The Gayatri Mantra honors our devotion and connection to the inner and outer realms of our shared inheritance. Sanctifying Worlds within Worlds within Worlds in the Here and Now. The names of all our Soul Mothers and Daughters are Home in this adorned dwelling place of our reconnection.
Dearest Mother to Come,
You are already here. You have always been here. I shall look forward to the sweet taste of your cheeks as I kiss your flesh. I shall cherish the softness of your touch when you tenderly hold my body in your arms to your bosom upon your lap and the powerful witnessing of your gaze when we look deeply into each other’s eyes bringing our travels back into this Mother Daughter moment. I hear the music even now. The tears watering our transmission. My heart opens and the lotus of the heart blossoms. Mother Daughter both sharing, “I have come back home to you”. We rest in each other’s undying love for eternity. This is our lifetime to wake up and share our bloodline with humanity.
I want with you the embodiment of the love that I felt deep in my guts for my Mother in this life. The love I was determined to claim, although she, a deep, still water, a water flash frozen by familial trauma was unable to warm to. Joy, I want joy. For me in your womb, for you with me inside you, for us when you birth me. Birth me – wow!
I wish you love. I wish you love, shelter and food. Enough of everything, especially love, so that your joy is never frozen. Like that stupid pond across the road, on the farm. The one I tried, by myself, alone, to learn to skate on. With all its horrid bumps and thawing brown piss stains. I would have fared much better while a kid if YouTube had existed.
I want for you a gentle partner. For my Mom in this life, we will call her Fay, didn’t have one. Someone you feel safe with, are safe with. And I wish you a father that doesn’t drink. Or maybe no father, maybe two fathers. Maybe a tribe. With loving men. With people who teach you to be protective of yourself, to not end up wing-tattered in a narcissist’s light.
I wish for you: art. In your life, in your hands. More ease. More ease, more ease than Mom had. Time and ease to explore. Time spent tumbling after your curiosity in things and your intellect’s tickles. I wish you autonomy and BIGNESS. SPACE. SPACE for your brain, and your hurts. Space to do nothing. Space to not rescue…anyone, except maybe your babies and young animals, when in real need. I wish that when they are beset by predators and callousness and the axis of their earth shifts, you will pull them back to the light, right them, and carry on gardening and exploring with them.
I wish for you a world that is not like I fear it will be shortly. I want you to have the stuff of survival, and know deep, deep that you are knotted to your righteous love of everything. That this is truth. That you can shelter all in your arms and your rage. That you will protect us.
I want for you: swords. Long, heavy, forged blades. And skills to wield them. And crows. Crows to tell you what is on the horizon, and Whitetail bucks to fight beside you. And I see that in my mind, I have backed you into a corner of a post-apocalyptic landscape. And I don’t know how to imagine a future without rage, and fear, and collapse. So, I want for you: swords. Or a world of holding that I cannot imagine.
I long for you. I long for the father. I long to be out of this corner. Entwined with you, in joy.
Thank you for this opportunity, and for the deeply moving prompt. Here's my letter for your consideration 🙏🏼
To My Beloved Mother to Come,
I share these words as a humble offering for your most precious and sacred labor, the act of growing, birthing, and shepherding me through this world once again in whichever perfect form you choose. For reaching back into the cosmos and saying, "That one." Know that no matter the road ahead, I still choose you. May every breath I take in this lifetime and the next be an offering to Creation, to the Unfathomable Mother Force behind it all.
I share these words, though we have already known one another since beyond the invention of them. We know one another in ways these arranged letters will never come close to conveying and in ways this iteration of me will never truly understand, though I promise to keep trying. I share these words knowing that we already communicate in a placental realm that doesn’t need them, a cellular ether deep within the folds of Time.
I will always meet you there, my Mother.
Your soul resides in a land both familiar and unknown. Are you grizzly, your love tearing through flesh to protect me? Are you humpback, gently nudging me as I swim beside your song? Are you cedar, towering in quiet dignity as I rise from the circle at your feet? Or are you glacier, ancient matriarch to every stream within this valley? In which Earthly form my soul will return and into whose womb I can only pretend to know.
I know that we will reside in the mater and matrix of everything.
The mystery of You is my cradle.
To the body who will birth my body once again—I pray you live within a liberated future that is reunited with Source, in active reciprocity and reverence with the Divine Mother Herself. I pray this harmony permeates every sphere of shaping that surrounds you, knowing full well it still means joy and pain. I pray that my current self can’t even recognize this future because it is so much more beautiful than any of us could have imagined—and I promise, no matter how bad it got, we really, really tried. I pray knowing that your soul and mine will choose the perfect timing to return—whether in the thick of the unraveling, the smolder of the ashes, or the rising of a world anew.
I pray to the power—real power—that has already joined us in eternal sacred union, this manifestation of the Divine One Love.
I reach out to you today through space and time. I know not when I will return so I cannot say how long this time stretches. Perhaps it will be in fifty years, maybe five hundred. Where you are right now, I do not know. Maybe you are in a frail body that has seen many years and awaits your next journey into spirit, or perhaps you have you just arrived into the loving arms of a new mother yourself. Though as I write this, I can feel you right here reading over my shoulder, and that our connection has already begun. So I can tell you that I love you now and will love you then. In the meantime, this is my prayer for you.
Until we meet again, safe journeys Mama.
Holy Divine Mother/Father/birther of all,
I humbly ask you to hear my prayer for the one who will be my mother in my next incarnation. I, a daughter of you, Great Mother, offer this prayer to my next precious mother in earthly form.
I call on the Divine Sacred Feminine; Sophia, Inanna, Isis, Anna, Mary, Magdalene. I call on the guardian spirits, the warriors of light, and the holy ones, to bear witness to my prayer and carry it through the heavenly realms to reach the one who will birth me next.
I pray that wherever she is that she can feel the vibration of my prayer. If she’s in physical form may she be protected, cherished, respected, loved and have all she needs. If she’s in spirit, may she be free, surrounded by her guardians and ancestors and may her karmic stream be clear.
May her connection to you, Holy Mother be strong so that when I come forth from her, she will help me to remember that I am also your child. I pray that she’s surrounded by infinite love and walks in a light that illuminates all shadows. When I arrive into her arms may the bond that connects us strengthen humanity’s connection to you, Divine One. And may our life be filled with an abundance of health, resilience and safety, tenderness and joy, family and community, music, dance and creativity. And may my mother in that life walk many years upon the earth.
Divine Mother, I don’t know what the world will be like when I come back again but I pray that my future mother will be safe and have all she needs to give birth to me in a healthy body. I pray that we will together help usher in a world where all have their needs met, none are hungry, wars have ceased and women are honored.
I pray that the earth will be in abundance, the plants will heal and guide us and that the waters will run clear. May it be a world where the earth is called mother too and one where love will be the guiding force so that the circle of creation can live on. Thank you Holy Mother, for hearing my prayers for my mother to come.
Will we have our days of wildflowers and wonder? I wonder. You will have to be brave, and more than brave, to call me in. I can only arrive when you almost stop daring to call for me. To dream for me. To hope for me. You will already have had hopes denied, once, twice, maybe three times.
Let me be the one who enters your womb and stays, when the ones who came before me could not. I want a mother courageous and heartbroken. A mother who threw her heart into the wild fire of desire, and risked being crushed by grief for the sake of becoming a mother. I want a mother who can show me how grief shapes beauty.
As I grow, you will look at me and never see only me. That is the one I want to be for you. I will be the child who weaves together your sorrow for the children whose leaving shredded your heart, and your joy at our reunion. In your eyes I will feel myself cherished, not as one who could replace, but as one who is a most precious answer to prayer.
I will be the bridge child strong enough to carry my deceased siblings, inviting their unrealized lives to whisper through mine and ours.
We are going to have a beautiful time of it, you and I as mother and daughter. But your times before that are going to feel grueling. Will you trust your desire to keep asking? Will you risk another no for the chance of getting to yes?
Please keep calling for me. It’s a heart just like yours that I want to mother mine.
Are you the council of beings who showed me the Akashic records?
Are you the same ones who showed me how we review our many lives?
You all were quite pleasant, but didn’t seem “motherly”.
Are you the Light that embraced me while on my knees in rehab?
The face of the divine who came from deep within me during trance?
The all encompassing and knowing spirit that walked with me for 3 days?
The One who answered me in the labyrinth maybe?
Oh, these five senses…
Whatever you are Mother, Whoever you are Mother, Wherever you are Mother, and you, like me, are happening on every level in real time; soaring in the Light of our creator, in the depths of the worst of wars, being violated in a cast system, destroying and preserving the Planet, a planet?, and basking in the ultimate truth of the Love that you landed inside yourSELF?
Fear can make up all kinds of stories of what I want you to be the “next time”. It looks as though this time round was a complete failure. That’s so laughable! How many failures have you experienced? A million, a trillion? Will I feel connected next time? Will you protect and foster the one Truth in me that I will be born with? Or will you let me find it on my own again? I’d love for you to remind me that it’s all a big fun game that I play as God over and over and that the prize is always me! Oh, that word “me”. We have no idea, do we? Or do we? Sometimes…(insert satisfying smile)
Are you writing me a letter right now while floating in starlight or are you in the dark void not even knowing that you exist? Yes and yes. Oh there you are! Help me remember for we have met before. There is no “new” creation, no next Mother. Oh the quantum physics of spirituality… Why can’t I keep my writing on one plain? Hmmm…
How can I wrap my human mind around something supernatural. Super and Natural, that’s what you are, that’s what Mother Mary is. That’s what I strive to be. The image and likeness of everything everywhere right now!
This human life has been a wild wild ride.
If everything is happening at the same time all at once, it’s not that you’re waiting anywhere, it’s already taking place. And no matter what or who you are or not, I pray that life guides me to the knowing of who my true Mother is, the mother of all that breathes.
Just as I wrote that last line, a dove has landed on a branch right in front of the window where I am writing. Thank you, thank you blessed mother for not allowing me to fall into the trap of illusion. I love to love all people. The moment I give more importance to one being over another is the moment that I am lost forever.
Thank you for finding me mama, just as I was looking for you.
This post was such a surprise. I love looking into the future, but had never considered who might birth me next time should I return here instead of another universe. It made me cry, it was so loving and tender, and made me think it would be wonderful to create (invite?) a loving, supportive mother for my next incarnation. I have Covid, and while I would love to send in a letter, my Covid brain may not afford me the linearity needed to make sense for your deadline.
Bless you🦋
My Dearest Future Mother,
How many lifetimes have we wandered apart, longing for each other? Who knows how many centuries have passed since that sacred moment when we promised to meet again?
Until our paths cross, may all that unsettles your soul or dims your light stay far from you. But I must warn you—I will unsettle you, and I will reshape the rhythm of your days.
I still marvel at the mystery of it all. Why would a spirit as wild and untamed as yours choose the path of motherhood? Was it to find me? Or to taste the weight and wonder of devotion? Whatever your reason, I am grateful.
As I await my arrival, I see you walking barefoot through the forest, along the shore. With each step, you press a kiss into Mother Earth’s cheek. I hope that when I am born, you will kiss and hold me with the same tenderness.
I hear the rustling of the trees and the song of the waves. They whisper lullabies to your wild spirit. I hope that when I arrive, you will pass these lullabies down to me—the ones you learned from leaves and tides.
May you bring me into this world in a place where your spirit feels safe and at ease. May gentle hands steady you, and kind voices soothe you as you bring me forth. May our reunion be accompanied with joyful, soaring songs.
I am waiting with wonder, knowing I will be born to a mother who pours her love and light into the very essence of life. And I pray that together, we nourish and transform each other—and this planet.
May we never be tested by scarcity or excess but instead live each day in harmony with what is given.
Love and Blessings from your future child
My dear Mother,
I pray that we recognize each other. How I long to be held in your arms and soothed by your song. I pray that you are free from pain, I pray that you are joyful and above all that you are loved by your mother, wherever you are.
It feels like it will be an eternity before we meet again, and yet I know it will feel like we were just together when my gaze meets yours.
When I became a mother, the cord still pulsing with life, as I reached to hold her, in a flash, her hands were your hands, I got to hold you for one second, until her hands became her own.
Since you left, the rain has become my mother, the hollowness of grief and the sweetness of memories are what I have left of you. Countless moments to be born again when we meet.
I wait, suspended in the realm between being your daughter then and becoming your daughter when.
I wait, my heart knows.
Until then, be well, be free, be happy.
May we do better next time and each time ever more.
Dear Mama to Come, Beloved Mother of my next reincarnation,
Thank you for saying yes to being my mother. We both know how long you have been waiting for this blessing and how much of a miracle your pregnancy is. While I know you've been keeping it a secret for the past months, afraid to believe it's really happening this time, I invite and encourage you to relax, to trust, to enjoy being pregnant with me. It really IS happening. I'm here to stay, and you don't have to hold on to the fear of losing me again.
I know that this worlds and reality is full of uncertainties, and what is--and has always been--true is how you and I have been bonded as souls for eons. We have been weaving in and out of each others' lives--as friends, lovers, mothers, brothers, daughters, and even sworn enemies. We can laugh about that now.
This lifetime I'm arriving as your child, the love child born between you and your Beloved, my father, to be guided by you both and also to guide you.
Thank you for saying yes to life even as the world and society around you collapse, burn, dissolve and begin their ooey gooey re-imagining process. It is a time of great possibility and potential, and I'm arriving to help you.
Thank you for continuing to do your life's work of loving yourself--all parts of yourself. Thank you for your commitment to serve love, Truth, our Mother Earth, and all her creatures, and especially your work with emotions, women, and the waters. What you are focusing on is essential for our future on this planet, so no matter what anyone else says, please keep going. You will have everything you need.
Allow this pregnancy, my life energy concentrated in your womb, and our birth together to awaken you to deeper and vaster threads of connection with the divine and the wells of resource within your body and self. Yes, it will shatter illusions and you may feel your body is breaking, but I promise you, you are becoming more whole, more awake, more alive.
Remember that you were the seed of your grandmother's prayers and love--and now--so am I.
Together we will be a force of goodness and love in this world. We will create and witness real magic returning to our world.
Please sing me all the songs in your soul, the songs of the wind and the turtles, the songs of the willow and oak trees. Help me remember who I am as I enter this world. Surround me in a circle of beloved community, with elders and other children, aunties and uncles, who see my gifts and will love and support me as only a village can. Call in the rituals and the ceremonies, the celebrations and ways of honoring the seasons and cycles of life and death. Remember how to make our life together sacred.
I love you, Mama, and I'll see you again soon. Please help me remember who I am and the3 star we both came from. I long to live in this world as I am.
With all my love,
your daughter to be
March 10, 2025
Dearest Mamma to Come,
May you come into this world knowing that you are already loved.
May you be carefree. May you love to sing, to cook and to walk barefoot.
May you enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without shame.
May you see the connections in the intricate web of life and recognize that you are part of it.
Dear Mamma, may you know the world’s beauty and have the strength to feel its pain.
May you come to know trust and may you rest in faith.
May you know and live through your, our, lines of mothers and daughters circling behind and ahead of you, that life is to be lived, that the wholeness of Mother Creation is in us, that we have creative healing power in our hands, our feet, and our heart.
Dearest future Mamma to me,
May you be heard and seen so that you can share those gifts with others.
May you gravitate toward the light and honor the darkness.
May your childhood be authentic. May you come to know friendship, and may you fall in love and be reciprocated.
May you become aware of your emotions and feelings, may you be rooted to your ancestors and may you be empowered by a rebellious streak that runs through us, forward and back.
Dearest mamma, may you hold the light and the fire that shines in my daughter now.
May you carry it forth, knowing your place of sovereignty.
Dearest Mamma, I can't wait to be held in your arms. May they be loving and warm, and may you be supported in your journey through life and motherhood.
May you come to know the divine and may you be blessed by the sacred.
With love and tenderness from your future daughter,
Jesse Oona
Ahhhh
Dearest Mother to Come,
It’s 2025, four months after the death of my birth mother, Theresa Lynn. I’m 47 years old. I was given the birth name of Nicole Lynn. I feel my Soul name is Evelynn. I was born in a rural village of Michigan with a population of about a thousand people. I now live in a rural village with a population of about 650 people in the White Mountains of Northern New Hampshire. I feel most at peace and expansive when there are more Forests, Rivers, and Wild Flower Fields than humans. I was born in the Spring among the first flowers after a long, dark and cold Winter. But you already know this, don’t you?
I love that we recognize each other. The layers of incarnations wrap us in a magical cloak of holy relics. I remember you and you remember me. We’ve traversed these lands Soulfully United for as far backwards and forwards as our consciousness flows. We choose each other now because the time has come to weave our pieces together stitching a most extraordinary story. We start writing together early, reverently and holistically, living presently while telling the chronicle of our Soul’s memory. Mother and Child as One. Thank you for Seeing Me beyond what our human eyes typically see. Thank you for trusting me with our sacrament. Thank you for being trustworthy and upholding our sacred rite.
I write to you now in recognition of our omnipresent matrimony. As a way of communication and honor. Even now I know you. I see you. I feel you. I hear you. Together we sit at a table of Rememberers; Oradel, Theresa Lynn, Nicole Lynn, Oradel Rose, Luna Rose, Evelynn… the Grove pulses with Life. One lineage of women Mystics. I pour tea for us and you pour tea for us. The scent of Peppermint and Thyme signaling it’s Time to gather. The sweetness of maple and honey anointing Rose, Chamomile, Hibiscus, and Cinnamon.
There is so much I want to share but the purpose for this letter is to simply say I’m here and I know you are here too. We have been preparing ourselves and our offspring for this reunion and celebration through many generations and incarnations. We have been Soulfully weaving making preparations for when this moment arrives when we come into physical presence with our family’s blessed and most revered scriptures. Mantra Padmasambhava by Lama Dorje sings us into manifested appearance and presence. Despertar de un Angel by Daniela De Mari sings our Soul’s integration. The past, present, and future swirls around us, wisdom blooms within, seeding the Soul’s manuscript. The Gayatri Mantra honors our devotion and connection to the inner and outer realms of our shared inheritance. Sanctifying Worlds within Worlds within Worlds in the Here and Now. The names of all our Soul Mothers and Daughters are Home in this adorned dwelling place of our reconnection.
Dearest Mother to Come,
You are already here. You have always been here. I shall look forward to the sweet taste of your cheeks as I kiss your flesh. I shall cherish the softness of your touch when you tenderly hold my body in your arms to your bosom upon your lap and the powerful witnessing of your gaze when we look deeply into each other’s eyes bringing our travels back into this Mother Daughter moment. I hear the music even now. The tears watering our transmission. My heart opens and the lotus of the heart blossoms. Mother Daughter both sharing, “I have come back home to you”. We rest in each other’s undying love for eternity. This is our lifetime to wake up and share our bloodline with humanity.
Thinking of you dear Mother,
Love your Daughter Coming Home
Link to “Mother to Come” Soundtrack on Spotify:
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Dear Mother to Come,
I want with you the embodiment of the love that I felt deep in my guts for my Mother in this life. The love I was determined to claim, although she, a deep, still water, a water flash frozen by familial trauma was unable to warm to. Joy, I want joy. For me in your womb, for you with me inside you, for us when you birth me. Birth me – wow!
I wish you love. I wish you love, shelter and food. Enough of everything, especially love, so that your joy is never frozen. Like that stupid pond across the road, on the farm. The one I tried, by myself, alone, to learn to skate on. With all its horrid bumps and thawing brown piss stains. I would have fared much better while a kid if YouTube had existed.
I want for you a gentle partner. For my Mom in this life, we will call her Fay, didn’t have one. Someone you feel safe with, are safe with. And I wish you a father that doesn’t drink. Or maybe no father, maybe two fathers. Maybe a tribe. With loving men. With people who teach you to be protective of yourself, to not end up wing-tattered in a narcissist’s light.
I wish for you: art. In your life, in your hands. More ease. More ease, more ease than Mom had. Time and ease to explore. Time spent tumbling after your curiosity in things and your intellect’s tickles. I wish you autonomy and BIGNESS. SPACE. SPACE for your brain, and your hurts. Space to do nothing. Space to not rescue…anyone, except maybe your babies and young animals, when in real need. I wish that when they are beset by predators and callousness and the axis of their earth shifts, you will pull them back to the light, right them, and carry on gardening and exploring with them.
I wish for you a world that is not like I fear it will be shortly. I want you to have the stuff of survival, and know deep, deep that you are knotted to your righteous love of everything. That this is truth. That you can shelter all in your arms and your rage. That you will protect us.
I want for you: swords. Long, heavy, forged blades. And skills to wield them. And crows. Crows to tell you what is on the horizon, and Whitetail bucks to fight beside you. And I see that in my mind, I have backed you into a corner of a post-apocalyptic landscape. And I don’t know how to imagine a future without rage, and fear, and collapse. So, I want for you: swords. Or a world of holding that I cannot imagine.
I long for you. I long for the father. I long to be out of this corner. Entwined with you, in joy.
With love,
bei
Hi Perdita,
Thank you for this opportunity, and for the deeply moving prompt. Here's my letter for your consideration 🙏🏼
To My Beloved Mother to Come,
I share these words as a humble offering for your most precious and sacred labor, the act of growing, birthing, and shepherding me through this world once again in whichever perfect form you choose. For reaching back into the cosmos and saying, "That one." Know that no matter the road ahead, I still choose you. May every breath I take in this lifetime and the next be an offering to Creation, to the Unfathomable Mother Force behind it all.
I share these words, though we have already known one another since beyond the invention of them. We know one another in ways these arranged letters will never come close to conveying and in ways this iteration of me will never truly understand, though I promise to keep trying. I share these words knowing that we already communicate in a placental realm that doesn’t need them, a cellular ether deep within the folds of Time.
I will always meet you there, my Mother.
Your soul resides in a land both familiar and unknown. Are you grizzly, your love tearing through flesh to protect me? Are you humpback, gently nudging me as I swim beside your song? Are you cedar, towering in quiet dignity as I rise from the circle at your feet? Or are you glacier, ancient matriarch to every stream within this valley? In which Earthly form my soul will return and into whose womb I can only pretend to know.
I know that we will reside in the mater and matrix of everything.
The mystery of You is my cradle.
To the body who will birth my body once again—I pray you live within a liberated future that is reunited with Source, in active reciprocity and reverence with the Divine Mother Herself. I pray this harmony permeates every sphere of shaping that surrounds you, knowing full well it still means joy and pain. I pray that my current self can’t even recognize this future because it is so much more beautiful than any of us could have imagined—and I promise, no matter how bad it got, we really, really tried. I pray knowing that your soul and mine will choose the perfect timing to return—whether in the thick of the unraveling, the smolder of the ashes, or the rising of a world anew.
I pray to the power—real power—that has already joined us in eternal sacred union, this manifestation of the Divine One Love.
Prayer to my Future Mother
My dear beloved mother to come,
I reach out to you today through space and time. I know not when I will return so I cannot say how long this time stretches. Perhaps it will be in fifty years, maybe five hundred. Where you are right now, I do not know. Maybe you are in a frail body that has seen many years and awaits your next journey into spirit, or perhaps you have you just arrived into the loving arms of a new mother yourself. Though as I write this, I can feel you right here reading over my shoulder, and that our connection has already begun. So I can tell you that I love you now and will love you then. In the meantime, this is my prayer for you.
Until we meet again, safe journeys Mama.
Holy Divine Mother/Father/birther of all,
I humbly ask you to hear my prayer for the one who will be my mother in my next incarnation. I, a daughter of you, Great Mother, offer this prayer to my next precious mother in earthly form.
I call on the Divine Sacred Feminine; Sophia, Inanna, Isis, Anna, Mary, Magdalene. I call on the guardian spirits, the warriors of light, and the holy ones, to bear witness to my prayer and carry it through the heavenly realms to reach the one who will birth me next.
I pray that wherever she is that she can feel the vibration of my prayer. If she’s in physical form may she be protected, cherished, respected, loved and have all she needs. If she’s in spirit, may she be free, surrounded by her guardians and ancestors and may her karmic stream be clear.
May her connection to you, Holy Mother be strong so that when I come forth from her, she will help me to remember that I am also your child. I pray that she’s surrounded by infinite love and walks in a light that illuminates all shadows. When I arrive into her arms may the bond that connects us strengthen humanity’s connection to you, Divine One. And may our life be filled with an abundance of health, resilience and safety, tenderness and joy, family and community, music, dance and creativity. And may my mother in that life walk many years upon the earth.
Divine Mother, I don’t know what the world will be like when I come back again but I pray that my future mother will be safe and have all she needs to give birth to me in a healthy body. I pray that we will together help usher in a world where all have their needs met, none are hungry, wars have ceased and women are honored.
I pray that the earth will be in abundance, the plants will heal and guide us and that the waters will run clear. May it be a world where the earth is called mother too and one where love will be the guiding force so that the circle of creation can live on. Thank you Holy Mother, for hearing my prayers for my mother to come.
Dear Mother of My Future,
Will we have our days of wildflowers and wonder? I wonder. You will have to be brave, and more than brave, to call me in. I can only arrive when you almost stop daring to call for me. To dream for me. To hope for me. You will already have had hopes denied, once, twice, maybe three times.
Let me be the one who enters your womb and stays, when the ones who came before me could not. I want a mother courageous and heartbroken. A mother who threw her heart into the wild fire of desire, and risked being crushed by grief for the sake of becoming a mother. I want a mother who can show me how grief shapes beauty.
As I grow, you will look at me and never see only me. That is the one I want to be for you. I will be the child who weaves together your sorrow for the children whose leaving shredded your heart, and your joy at our reunion. In your eyes I will feel myself cherished, not as one who could replace, but as one who is a most precious answer to prayer.
I will be the bridge child strong enough to carry my deceased siblings, inviting their unrealized lives to whisper through mine and ours.
We are going to have a beautiful time of it, you and I as mother and daughter. But your times before that are going to feel grueling. Will you trust your desire to keep asking? Will you risk another no for the chance of getting to yes?
Please keep calling for me. It’s a heart just like yours that I want to mother mine.
Your Daughter in Waiting
Dearest Mother?
Are you the council of beings who showed me the Akashic records?
Are you the same ones who showed me how we review our many lives?
You all were quite pleasant, but didn’t seem “motherly”.
Are you the Light that embraced me while on my knees in rehab?
The face of the divine who came from deep within me during trance?
The all encompassing and knowing spirit that walked with me for 3 days?
The One who answered me in the labyrinth maybe?
Oh, these five senses…
Whatever you are Mother, Whoever you are Mother, Wherever you are Mother, and you, like me, are happening on every level in real time; soaring in the Light of our creator, in the depths of the worst of wars, being violated in a cast system, destroying and preserving the Planet, a planet?, and basking in the ultimate truth of the Love that you landed inside yourSELF?
Fear can make up all kinds of stories of what I want you to be the “next time”. It looks as though this time round was a complete failure. That’s so laughable! How many failures have you experienced? A million, a trillion? Will I feel connected next time? Will you protect and foster the one Truth in me that I will be born with? Or will you let me find it on my own again? I’d love for you to remind me that it’s all a big fun game that I play as God over and over and that the prize is always me! Oh, that word “me”. We have no idea, do we? Or do we? Sometimes…(insert satisfying smile)
Are you writing me a letter right now while floating in starlight or are you in the dark void not even knowing that you exist? Yes and yes. Oh there you are! Help me remember for we have met before. There is no “new” creation, no next Mother. Oh the quantum physics of spirituality… Why can’t I keep my writing on one plain? Hmmm…
How can I wrap my human mind around something supernatural. Super and Natural, that’s what you are, that’s what Mother Mary is. That’s what I strive to be. The image and likeness of everything everywhere right now!
This human life has been a wild wild ride.
If everything is happening at the same time all at once, it’s not that you’re waiting anywhere, it’s already taking place. And no matter what or who you are or not, I pray that life guides me to the knowing of who my true Mother is, the mother of all that breathes.
Just as I wrote that last line, a dove has landed on a branch right in front of the window where I am writing. Thank you, thank you blessed mother for not allowing me to fall into the trap of illusion. I love to love all people. The moment I give more importance to one being over another is the moment that I am lost forever.
Thank you for finding me mama, just as I was looking for you.
Love Me
Rest my child