Category: The Holy Spirit

Mother Stories: Understanding the Holy Spirit

Let’s cut to the truth. If God is a father and son, where on earth is  Mother? Why, she’s right here inside us. In the same way that Father and Brother are with us, the Holy Spirit is always present, always loving us, always helping us get along. Due to the emails people send, it’s safe to say that most readers are well acquainted with the masculine aspects of God. Since 2015, however, more and more folks have asked for help in understanding the Holy Spirit.

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Prayer to Holy Spirit

Prayer to Holy Spirit


Mother.
I love you
I trust you
I believe in you
you are my true mother
I have no other but you
you are truth and unity
and blessed love, and
I am love’s child.

You make the multitude
by the miracle of the one soul
you spread the truth alone
in a love through many.

Powerful in your wisdom
beautiful in your power
you make all things
into good things.

Mother, eternally loving
you make me feel like
your only child
I am in you, and
you are in me
I belong to you, and
you belong to me
for ever.

 

My Perfect Mother, the Holy Spirit

Do you know that the Holy Spirit is a feminine being? She is God’s spirit, Father’s wife, and my perfect Mother. It’s good to know that heaven is not populated entirely by masculine energies. Be that as it may, long ago in ancient Rome the pronouns used in Hebrew and Greek texts to describe God—and other heavenly beings—abruptly changed. When the Church translated the Greek text to Latin, Mother turned into a “man.” Most of the angels did, too. Since then, for more than 1,600 years western Christians have honored two male Parents. The irony? This strange idea began in Holy Rome.

“This fundamental point, traditionally obscured in scriptural translation and largely ignored by commentators, clearly has the most far-reaching theological implications.”
T.P. Brown: The Maternal Spirit

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Soul Journey to Mother Holy Spirit

Our soul journey to Mother began one May afternoon when I asked my soul if we could travel. Can you take us somewhere? My eyes were closed to the daylight filling the room, but to me it seemed oddly dark. Black, in fact. Then blacker, and blacker still. I wasn’t scared, just excited. I’d witnessed this strange phenomenon a few times to date. Each time had brought with it the awesome presence and wisdom of the Holy Spirit.

While lounging there in my room with Abigalé (she’s my soul), I felt a gentle lurch. It seemed as though we were moving.

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