Remember............My Child

[tourbi]

An old witch sat one evening next to an old oak and admired the moon.
While sitting there she began reflecting on her many years of
Practice in the craft. In doing so she wondered why she had never
Found that which she had most sought through the years - her sacred Name.

"Mother?" she whispered into the wind, "my time in this life is
Short, and I would make a request of you. What is the name which has
Eluded me all these years? Many names have come and gone as I saw
Fit, but none seemed absolutely Divine ...one to know just between
The gods and me."

Feeling her emotions rise as she began to worry that she would never
Know, she began to plea in earnest,"Mother, what is my name?"

Just then the wind rustled through the trees and a gentle laugh could
Be heard. The Mother's gentle voice whispered into her ear, in a way
That had become familiar over the years, "Remember. Oh, my child,
Remember."

With that the wind was gone, as gent as it came. "Mother! Why do
You not answer that which I seek?" she stubbornly asked, feeling that
Surely the mother would answer her this time in her aged
Years. "Mother, I have waited patiently for many years, yet you give
Me the same answer still."

In confusion she left her quiet spot near the old oak tree and
Accepted that maybe she should never know her true name.

A few seasons later the old witch felt a gentle wind caress her cheek
And whisper in her ear, "Come, my child, your time in this world is
Almost done."

The old woman let the wind direct her to her quiet spot under the old
Oak. There the Mother appeared for the first time before her.

"Mother?" said the woman in a hesitant voice, "What would you have me
Do? My body is failing and sometimes my mind is weak. Even my very
Soul grows tired."

"Recline here under this tree, and close your eyes," instructed the
Lady. The old witch did so, as she was told. Then she felt th other
Take her hand and say simply, "You must remember".

The witch began to see all that had been in her life. Her childhood,
Motherhood, and craft life. She saw all times the Mother had come to
Her in her workings through the years and was grateful. Opening her
Eyes she dared to ask yet again, "Mother, what is my sacred name?"

The Lady touched her eyes and again the witch remembered all the
Times she asked this question and all the times the only reply
Was, "My child. Remember, my child." Sudden realization hit her and
She cried, "Mother?"

"Yes," said the Mother as a divine wind gathered about them. "You had
The answer all along." The wind carried them toward a bright light.

The old woman knew her body was left behind, but didn't grieve for
It. At the outer edge of the light they paused. "Your name is very
Special to me and is the same for all your brothers and sisters,
Whether they be like you or four legged or winged. Even the tree ad
Rocks are known to me as such. No name is higher to me ...My Child.
In realizing that you are a sacred part of the All, and no matter how
Different the specie or race, you are all my children.

Therefore, My Child is the most powerful and sacred of names, for it
Is the one I gave you...to all my children at their birth." The Lady
Then gestured to a vision below them of a young woman laboring in her
First birth. "You see, as each woman becomes a mother she becomes a
Part of me and calls you that which I do: My Child. Even daughter and
Son in all the languages of the earth, mean the Same: My Child. Each
Time you asked of me what your name was, I always told you -
Remember, My Child.

Realization came over the old witch's face and tears of joy filled
Her eyes. Knowing her life was complete, she followed the Mother into
The light and closed her eyes feeling the warmth on her face. She
Couldn't tell how long she lingered there in the light nor id he
Care.

She began to feel strange, her body became more solid and the warmth
She had known became a blast of cold air. Her lungs stung with the
Pain of a long awaited breath and she cried out with a loud wail for
She could speak no words.

"Mother!" , she thought frantically, and she heard that gentle laugh
And that familiar voice calling to her saying "my child" - or was it
different this time?

She stopped crying and turned toward the voice. Although she couldn't
see very well she knew that this was the young mother she had seen in
the vision. She had been reborn. As the memories of her earlier life
were fading and her soul, now rested and renewed, settled into the
tiny little body, she heard one last whisper from the Mother, "In
each and every life,
you enter and le ave with the same name: My Child. It has been the
same and will remain the same for all eternity: My Child. The name
that is All and brings you closest to my heart My hild. This name
is what you forever shall be - My Child."

Remember.... ...My Child
by Marsha Birkholz

[believer]

Beautiful!  It brought tears to my eyes!

Believer

[soul_flower]

Thats a beautiful story.


Tamara :o)

[lluvia]

AMAZING VERY GOOD LLUVIA