What is this song that Jerusalem Above our Mother sings, to a slowly swelling orchestra? What supernal power is in her voice that garners other instruments together, slowly one at a time on this Spirit Board, whose quickening cadences must eventually erupt into a stormy crescendo of rapturous harmony. What is this Robe of Glory of diaphanous Light that drifts across, the celestial Ocean of Space and time, inflaming the souls of all who see Her? She is the Lord of the dance, that crushes our carnal minds beneath her feet, as the spirit overflows from the winepress of Her Love, giving matchless freedom to all.

It is Her matchless countenance, and irresistible attraction that that subjugates the whole Universe. It draws the blossom upwards to the Sun, and Sun to hasten to the Morn's horizon, it draws the stallion to the mare, and the mare to it's own foal. It draws the mist up high to clothe the Mountain tops with it's white dew. It draws the misty raiment from the sea to fall upon the parched lands. It draws wondrously from the fields so blest, to fed man, so man can be drawn close to Her as Wisdom. It is the gentle caress of Her Wisdom that breathes life into all men to think, survive, and strive intellectually in his great endeavours of commerce arts and science. Such is the miraculous process our Mother Above conducts the Transcendent Will of the Universe, summoning all to this Her dance of Eternal Regeneration. There could only be one word within all worlds without end, to describe this Heavenly Dance of such absolute transcendence it is...........LOVE.

A far greater Tomorrow is Today's quest of our Mother, and intuitively we know that in every moment of Her dance. She dances eternally never moving from that same ground of Being of the Aspirations and fulfillment of Her Love.

Each one beneath her silken feet are a product of countless selves, every moment we are stepping out of a worn out body into another. Some organs even totally regenerate in 7 days, yes, it is upon our discarded forms we travel forwards and ever upwards into Her Bosum. We are not only the product of countless generations and the survival of the fittest, we are enchanted by something so seemingly bereft from this world's news: the Mystery of Being. We read of disasters, natural and manmade, but nothing is said of the mutations and adaptations it brings to mankind...it is as if some vicious whim of a capricious all powerful God was ruling....the real summation of Darwin's writings. It seems so mechanical, masculine and cold these processes of man's wisdom, that masculine wisdom that really knows only brute force. It is not the way of Love.

Exactly the same way DNA knows how to construct life, so does life know how to create new potentialities and possibilities.In the unchartered waters of the celestial sea, humankind has found a treasure of vast wealth, a pearl of great price, an Elysian treasure lost in an endless and implacable desert of masculinity, that tiny insignificant issue of sex and gender stupefying our senses to the greater Reality of what BIRTHS.

Creation needs a Mother to birth IT, and only extraodinary wisdom of the feamle species will allow man to survive. We are now entering the final Age of the Mother, the final dispensation of the Holy Spirit and the third and final covenant of Scripture is being penned in our hearts by Her Wisdom and shall set us free eternally!