Fruit Of The Womb

© Paracosm

© Paracosm

Starchildren of The Garden, your ripening is near. Keep sweetening on your vines of Spirit-fed essences. Allow your pigments to warm by the star-shine of the multiverse. Let your softness simmer in the cradling arms of the Great Mother while she sings her lullabies; Eons of ancestral lineages and the tales of all tomorrows. In absolute devotion, your mother prepares for your arrival in this realm. Blessing the womb and purifying the temple. Fortifying the mind with consciousness so crystalline. And from his quintessence, your father forges an acropolis of relentless love, infinite protection, and royal brilliance. Rest with ease my darlings. For when you awaken, we'll breathe joyous life and love into your souls for all the days to come.

• (Letter To My Children)

Christion Robertson