This information came through in a reading when I was pregnant with my daughter. The messenger source was an angel. I have taken what was told to me and share it here with you. Please share it with others as it is beautiful knowledge of the ability for a Mother to bless her child at birth.
~ A Mother’s Gift, A Mother’s Blessing ~
It was an ancient practice for a mother to bless her child as she gave birth to them. It was a gift that God gave to women to give to their children. It was a gift and a practice that has been forgotten but is now to be remembered.
At the time of birth the child’s soul is separating from the mother’s soul and the baby is coming into its own being, presenting itself to the world as One. This is a sacred time in which the mother is empowered to bestow upon this new life her body gives, her child, a special and powerful blessing.
It is a time of great physical pain for the mother, there is great energy, and great intensity there that can be harnessed and directed towards the benefit of the child. In all the pain the mother is enduring she can focus on all things positive for her child and in the strength behind it she will be giving that energy as a gift to the child.
During the parting of the two at this unique and special timing, the mother can visualize and think of all of the greatest of things that her child will have. The deepest of love, the greatest of success, the clearest sense of self, the truest of integrity, whatever it may be these are the gifts the mother intends her child to carry with them through the endurance of their life. They are being invoked as a blessing and a protection, and it is giving the child strength to go through whatever it has to go through in this lifetime.
It is also at this time that the mother is able to call forth any Angles the child has chosen or any Angels the mother would like working with her child throughout their life. This invokes the Angel and dedicates their positive presence in the life of the child.
Once the child is born, the mother should record for her child all that she blessed them with as they entered into their new and profound space of being. A beautiful child of God living on Earth.
I wrote an invocation and prayer for Mother Mary to watch over my children. I am not Christian, or even religious for that matter, but I believe that any higher level spiritual being is accessible to all. We only have to call on them if we would like help, protection, or comfort. They don’t care about the religious boundaries so why should we.
Aside from Mother Mary other Ascended Masters that I tend to call on are Ganesh, Kali, and Quan Yin. It doesn’t matter which religion they are from I have a resonancy with each of them individually. There is something that draws me to call on them and perhaps something that draws them to work with me. And it is really as simple as just saying “I like them,” much like I like chocolate ice cream and choose that almost always over vanilla. These beings are my flavor, my preference, and you too may find you also like a little flavor of variety in working with spiritual masters from all walks of life. Explore by Googling “Ascended Masters” and see which one’s you are drawn to meet and to work with.
Here is my Mother Mary invocation:
Please be with my children and bless them.
Surround them with your love and protection and help to guide them in the right way so that they are able to follow their own divine light and be on the path for their highest good.
From Day 58 of transcribing my journal:
This was such a sweet moment for me. I hadn’t rocked my daughter to sleep since she was 4 months old and somehow on this particular day things aligned for me to be able to do so and this is what happened…
So here I was holding onto this little golden nugget. My darling baby girl, sweet and silent in my arms. I could feel my hands start to pulse as I held her. One hand on her bottom and one on her head. I called in our teams (spiritual guides and angels) to work together for our highest good and opened myself to allow whatever energy was to flow through me to her. Captured in this moment and in this divine flow, it was as if we were both being nursed by a divine mother. Grace delivered.
With her sweet little face still turned up towards me I stared at her. And took in the great detail noticing the small and delicate features of her face. Her little nose, her little lips, her little cheeks. Her hair flaxen and gold and how it shined in the light that glimmered through from the darkness of the room. Then all of a sudden I could see her through my eyes, my spirit eyes, those that see much deeper than the beauty of her skin. Those that invoke the sight to see into her soul.
Her face looked like a tiny little pink flower blooming with perfection amidst a green forest floor. Her petals stretched beyond her, so delicate, a pale rosy pink and her eager face turned upward to see the world from among the blanket of green. Then I took notice of her surroundings. All around her I could see tall, huge, massive trees towering up from the forest floor. They felt like Redwoods they were so mammoth and carried such great godly presence. And then from the hollows I heard, “Is the little pink flower no more important than the tall standing tree? No more a miracle in its own being and beauty as the tree is?”
“All things big and small are beautiful and important. Each is created with the light of God’s hand. We should have reverence for all things in the material worlds. To treat them with respect, with love, and gratitude for their being. For you are all sharing this space for the time being.”
In that moment holding Marin and hearing the words that were shared comparing my baby, a tiny delicate flower, to those who tower over her like trees, adults, I could see the equality of the two break through. Although she may be small and fragile like a flower (a flower cup flashes in my mind) and not tall and strong like a tree or an adult she is equally a miracle in her own right. She is equally valuable and a blessing. And she equally holds her own sacred space amongst all life. A sight to behold. Something awe-inspiring and grand. Crafted by Gods hand, I hold her gently in my own. Gentle; this word sticks with me. I have not been gentle today, with my temper, with my children, and at times with myself. And yet here I am totally gifted by the gentleness of this sacred moment and in it touched by the gentleness of God, the gentleness of spirit, and the divine communication I am open to.