Audio Podcast 1.1 from GLM

The audio podcast for the new programs has begun with the first 10 minute installment of music and mother's words here:

A Prayer and A Reason for Creation

Two beautiful posts coming from Australia offering a prayer and answering the eternal question of why the world was created?

The prayer is beutiful as it builds surrender and gives strength in the process. Such a blessing of Sahaja. The reason for creation explores the need for reflection of beauty. Without reflection of God's own glory in creation, God would not be able to enjoy that reflection.

“Why has God created this beautiful universe?” has been a question asked for thousands of years. The reason is very simple to understand. This beauty that is created cannot see itself. In the same way, God who is the source of beauty, cannot see His own beauty. Like a pearl cannot enter into itself to see its beauty, like the sky cannot understand its own beauty, the stars cannot see their own beauty, the sun cannot behold its brilliance. In the same way, God Almighty cannot behold His own being. He needs a mirror. And that’s how He has created this beautiful universe as His mirror. MORE

“Forgive me for what I’ve done, and forgive those who have done harm to me.” More

Only we can destroy ourselves

Children of one Mother

Listening to the wisdom of old

We feel safe

Playing with each other in her watchful gaze

We feel safe

Her feet in the corner of our eyes

We feel safe

Climbing on the mountain – aware of her presence

We feel safe



The stranger’s voice is whispering

May sound like fun

The stranger’s gaze is tempting us

May make us feel all grown up

The stranger’s tasks lead us to new adventures

May make us feel curious



The voices of wisdom sound so stale

When we start to grow up

The children’s playful gestures seem so boring

When we start to grow up

The Mother protective gaze appears so limiting

When we start to grow up



In the strange world

We don’t need our Mother

In the strange world

We are above the others

In the strange world

The stranger’s affection sets us apart



The Mother feels so far

When the confusion sets in

All grown up

The safety of her voice has lost its comfort

Being lost in our greatness looses its fun

When the guilt sets in



Luckily the Mother’s loving hands are never far

When we become small again

Luckily her gaze is still as loving

When we move back into the presence of her being

It may take a little time

But the play of the children will be sweet again

- by Walter L., USA