1987-0700 Poem ‘My Mother’ by J. M. Watling from 1998-0530 Australian Sahaja Newsletter, Page 6

I waded through fire and brimstone
to get to my Mother Divine.
I went through the hell of a seeker
and found that the fault was all mine:

I'd created the mess that I stood in
and fell in and drowned in so long;
I'd muddied the life that She gave me
- it was I who had been in the wrong.

And when I could see what the mess was
- how I'd covered the light that was mine,
I wanted to die like a demon
- I was doomed to the end of all time.

But my Mother said "Don't be a doubter,
You CAN get to me through the mire,
for you are My child, a part of pure Me
- I forged you in My Divine fire.

"I love you forever, dear child,
it's your ego that covers your eyes
and keeps you apart from My bosom
- the Spirit in you never dies.

"Your ego made fire and brimstone
and there will your ego reside,
but your Spirit is part of My Body
- you're with Me on this heavenly ride.

"So give me your ego, My darling,
I'll fling it into its own hell.
The real you is part of My Body
and within Me you always will dwell."

I gave Her my ego, so black and so dark
- the one thing She asked, I gave up.
And now I live on in Her heavenly home
and drink nectar from Her Divine Cup.

For She always was there, and She always could see
- it was I who was blind from the start:
I was born from the love between Her and Her Lord
- all the time I was safe in Her Heart.