We Are In the Womb of the Mother God

Galactic Diplomat Arianna Napoli's picture

When we enter the womb of Mother God, we may suddenly become viscerally aware of a sense of isolation, loneliness, and darkness in our lives. This period frequently precedes a rebirth (read: that which precedes an entirely different kind of life) and we may feel that we are floating in the void, dreaming our daily lives without fulfillment of desire. Time seems to flow in all directions. As we expand from an embryo into a fetus we begin to form our eyes and ears, limbs and organs that do not yet function, but will support us in the life that we cannot yet see, hear or interact with. Everything is feeling. Slowly, we think, as we float in the protection of Mothers belly, we become increasingly aware, and we can make out faint sounds that seem far, far away.


As we float with our dream lives, we are in a very real sense out of time and space. We dream that our alarm clocks ring at the same moment each morning, we dream of cutting the crusts off the sandwiches we pack for our children to bring to school, we dream of sitting behind desks in small cubicles, we dream we are victims, we dream we are powerless, we do not yet understand that we are in a dream we cannot wake up from without entering the unknown, the birth canal of the Mother God.


Our own dreams weary us. At the conclusion of each one, we find a new body part: today a finger, tomorrow an ear, next month, our eyes begin to form, and our dreams become subject to projections from beyond the womb of Mothers belly: Eager voices, buzzing happily about our expected arrival, music, feelings. In our dreaming state we provide forms to these new voices: Angels, Spirit Guides, Ascended Masters, Goddesses, Archetypes, Galactics… but they are all family, all midwives, all tending to the needs of our inevitable births. Yes, our family trees stretch through the Cosmos.


We do not realize it, as our discomfort increases, as the walls seem to close in upon us, that our room has not gotten smaller; it is we who have grown. We have grown larger, yes, but we have also grown the ears to hear, the eyes to see, and the stout, courageous hearts to navigate the next world, a world it seems to us we will never greet. A world we both yearn for and are terrified of. A world we fear will never let us in, not realizing that birth is not a possibility, but inevitability.


Since we have no sense of time or direction as we turn and kick restlessly against the walls of Mother’s uterus– walls that seem to be closing in us—we succumb to the fatigue of fighting great battles for our perceived survival, never realizing that the walls around us were protecting our developing new bodies from true harm.  When we start to spin and the walls of our room begin to contract against our soft, new bodies we feel we are being warped, smothered, evicted from all we have ever known. We worry, as the squeeze-push of birth moves us against our will into the narrow canal that will deliver us to the promised land.


The Light at the end of this tunnel is where heaven meets earth. Rejoice, all ye who are about to be birthed in your new crystalline bodies into the new earth experience! You’re an Aquarius!


With Great Love,

Arianna Napoli

Galactic Diplomat