Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited
Shame & the Narcissist
New Jersey “ drone “ event
Mother Hunger
Every woman carries a map of her mother’s unresolved wounds. They are inherited like heirlooms, passed through blood and breath, encoded in cellular memory. McDaniel reveals that mother hunger is not just psychological—it is a profound spiritual amputation. A violence so deep it rewrites how a woman understands love, safety, her own worth.
This book is not for the faint of heart. This is for warriors. For women ready to name the unnameable, to look unflinchingly into the abyss of their own pain and say: No more. Not today. Not ever again.
1. The Anatomy of Invisible Wounds
Mother hunger is not a metaphor—it’s a landscape carved into your soul. Every unmet need, every moment of emotional abandonment becomes a topography of survival. You learn to survive in the negative space of love, creating intricate survival mechanisms that become your armor. But survival is not living. Healing begins when you recognize that the wounds you cannot see are the ones that cut the deepest, and that naming your pain is the first revolutionary act of reclaiming yourself.
2. Rewriting the Language of Love
You were never taught the true dialect of love. Your mother tongue was silence, abandonment, conditional affection. McDaniel reveals that love is not martyrdom, not silence, not shrinking yourself to fit someone else’s comfort. Love is a living, breathing commitment to your own humanity. It is seeing yourself with the same tenderness you would offer a wounded child. It is understanding that your worth was never determined by the love you did or did not receive.
3. The Body as Sacred Witness
Trauma lives in flesh, in memory, in the way you breathe. Your body knows stories your mind has forgotten. Mother hunger manifests in every relationship, every choice, every moment of self-doubt. But here is the miracle: your body is not a battlefield. It is a sacred text of resilience. Every scar, every tension, every unexplained ache is your body’s way of holding wisdom, of protecting you, of remembering what you were never allowed to speak.
4. Breaking Generational Chains
You are not condemned to repeat the patterns of pain. You are the moment of interruption, the generation that says: No more. Breaking generational cycles is not about blame—it is about radical compassion. For your mother, who was also wounded. For yourself, who is learning to heal. For the daughters who will come after you, who will inherit not your pain, but your profound capacity for transformation.
5. Resurrection as a Daily Practice
Healing is not a destination. It is a moment-by-moment choice. Some days, healing looks like rage. Some days, it looks like tenderness. Some days, it looks like simply breathing. You are learning to mother yourself with the same fierce, unconditional love you were always meant to receive. Your worth is not negotiable. Your pain is not a weakness. Your survival is a testament to a love so profound it can resurrect entire worlds.
This is not just healing. This is a revolution written in the language of the heart.
BOOK: https://amzn.to/3Zmv0hx

12:12
Seeing 12:12 and the Merkaba Field ☆
Number patterns carry their own unique meaning and while there are some classic interpretations, I also think that number patterns can be unique to the person and their own journey.
So, when I started seeing 12:12 I tried to tap into my own intuition to see what this may mean for me. Perhaps it was a sign of something new coming into my life? While this resonated with me, I also wanted to investigate further.
The first bit of information I found came from the website Willow Soul–
“According to Merkabah mysticism, 12:12 is a code portal that, when you enter in resonance with it, activates your Merkabic field. When this happens, you are in alignment with the human heart connecting to the Unity Consciousness.”
Now, this really caught my attention, so I did some further research.
Merkaba (also spelled Merkabah) is our “light spirit body” and is an energetic field that surrounds us when we are tapped in to a higher state of consciousness. This energetic field forms the shape of a star tetrahedron and it is believed that this formation of energy allows our light body to travel to higher dimensions.
The star tetrahedron is made from two pyramids, one pointing up and one pointing down. The pyramid pointing up helps to connect you to the heavens, whereas the pyramid pointing down helps you to stay grounded in the physical. These pyramid shapes also vibrate and move in opposite directions.
When this spinning Merkaba force field is observed around a person, it is believed that they have activated the ability to travel across different dimensions. This is why the shape of the Merkaba has been referred to as a chariot or mode of transport for our light body.
1212 is believed to be the code that can help to activate this energy, so if you are seeing 1212 it could very well be a sign that your light body is developing and you are raising your level of consciousness to a point where you can perceive outside of the physical reality.
Even though 1212 has come into my consciousness I can’t say that I feel any different! Maybe not yet anyway. But seeing this number pattern has unlocked a lot of new insights.
Even though it appears we live in a 3D world, when we awaken, we actually begin to see that life is simply a reflection of the thought energy of every conscious being on the planet.
Collectively, all of our thoughts shape the world and reality that we live in. But, we each have a responsibility over our own thoughts, for it is our own thoughts that will shape our experience of what reality is.
If our thoughts are shaping our experience of reality, it also means that we can use our thoughts to access other realities and unlock other states of being.
It’s almost similar to dreaming. Every night when we are in a deep state of sleep, part of us “travels” and visits certain people and places and experiences certain things. While we are dreaming, everything feels real.
In the same way that we travel in our dreams, our light bodies can also travel to higher states of consciousness in order to see the world differently and to experience a different type of reality.
The fact that our thoughts create reality is nothing new, however there seems to be a lot of ego mixed up in this idea, which is why this idea has lost some of its power.
It is not about wishing for a car and then seeing it manifest. Instead, it is about aligning our thoughts with our inner self, our higher self, our true self.
When we can align our thoughts with our own personal truth, that is when we can raise our level of consciousness and feel on track with the destiny of our soul.
This state of being can be accessed by those who have awakened, but it can be tricky to stay in this state all the time. This is why the Merkaba is made of up two pyramids pointing in opposite directions. Part of our duty here on earth is to say grounded and connected, but of course, we don’t want to get stuck here.
Because 1212 is believed to be the code that activates the Merkaba, on 12/12 every year, it is believed that a portal opens to help accelerate the formation of this energy field.
Once this energy field exists around you, it is able to lift your light body to higher levels of consciousness, so you can align with unity and oneness, and see that we are all connected.
article repost via #ForeverConscious



Do not call us fragile
We are the daughters of men who broke their own hearts before the world had a chance to. Men who taught us that love could be a wound long before it became a song.
We are the daughters of mothers
whose own mothers whispered:
“Be still, be soft, be something small,
so men will want to play with you.”
But they bore us instead, iron-clad and restless. Their defiance braided into our hair.
Our wombs are not temples of waiting. Our bodies do not beg for sanctuaries. We have bled rivers of resilience, each drop a hymn to survival. When the world sought to name us fragile, we broke their tongues and dared them to define strength.
We are the daughters of women who were never given gardens but grew forests from ash.Women who learned to wield fire. Their shadows cast long and fierce over the faces of oppressors, whispering, “We are here.”
Our laughter is rebellion.
Our tears, a language older than war.
We walk with the weight of ancestors, their sacrifices sewn into our skin. Their dreams sprouting like wildflowers in the marrow of our bones.
Do not call us fragile.
We are storms that leave no sky untouched. Earthquakes that shift tectonic souls. We are the breaking and the remaking.The echo and the origin.
📷:@emotional.st

