A Good Day After All

A short spiritual story to pull at the heart strings and gladden the soul. A tender and magical moment in the day of a goddess. 

By Alison Chester-Lambert

Persephone sighed deeply and slowly lessened her intense concentration on the troubled woman below her. Sometimes, despite all her power and intention, the humans just didn’t seem to take heed. An exasperating feeling for a goddess. “Why don’t they listen? Is that body so distracting they can’t stop and take the time to tune in to me when I demand it?” she muttered irritably. With a last kindly look at the stricken mortal, she moved swiftly across the face of the Earth and rose into the sky, suddenly aware of the exhilarating freedom after the intense pull of the Earth’s invisible gravity.

These were busy times for all spiritual beings, but the goddesses in particular were so much more in demand than they used to be. For so long, the souls incarnated into bodies on the Earthly plane had favoured the gods when it came to needing spiritual help, but now the Earthlings were shifting their awareness towards feminine deity once more, so Persephone was being summoned by their prayers more often.

As she surged out of Earth’s orbit she felt Nereid, goddess of dolphins, come to her side. “Are you travelling to Olympus? I’ll come with you,” chattered the younger goddess. “I wonder why Hera has summoned us?”

Persephone had no answer and together they made their way to one of the many channels of swiftly moving energy that threaded their way through the Solar System like giant water slides. Generated by vortices of interplanetary gravity and flows of energetic particles that stream out from the Sun, these cosmic rivers were like highways along which all spiritual deities could get around the Heavens. It was possible to move off these rapidly flowing canals, but the dark matter around the Sun and planets made things slow going.

“So what have you been busy with?” asked Nereid gaily, fresh from a morning romp in the Mediterranean with a shoal of her dolphins.

Persephone looked doleful. “I’ve been with an Earth woman who has lost her baby. The soul was so pure and young and the angels missed it so much, it chose to return to us after only a few days on Earth. As always in these cases, the baby’s soul is thrilled to be back and will stay in the Mother’s energy field to love and comfort her from this world for ever, but I am having difficulty reaching the mother’s soul to convey this to her. She wants to believe in me, but somehow she can’t. I could give her so much support if only she would let me in.”

She sighed deeply again. “And now we’ve all been summoned to listen to the Queen of the Heavens droning on about the importance of trying to summon the awareness of the humans one more time. This is not a good day.”

The pair melted easily into the swiftly moving energy channel and were carried along in its swirling intent. All around them different spirit beings, souls, goddesses, entities, angels and gods swirled in the cosmic river.

As they got closer to Olympus the channels became more densely packed. Since Earth had become so populated there had been a similar increase in souls and the spiritual presence which arises from earthly existence. And recently more god/desses were being called in from the Beyond to support the precious Earth; the only solid physical expression of the Multiverse.

More soul experience was being undertaken as a human life within the time and matter bound Earth plane, so the wisdom of the Soul and Spirit in the Otherworld was increasing as it absorbed the wisdom from each soul that returned. For all the experiences that a soul had in its human life gave it wisdom, which was then poured into the great soul lake in the Otherworld. This raised the soul and spiritual quality throughout the Multiverse of all planes of existence.

The god/desses were happy about this growth as they are nourished by the adoration and homage paid to them by the humans, for deity need human belief and worship to fuel their very existence. Every time a fervent prayer or a grateful thanks is generated by a human, the energy of the Otherworld rejoices and responds, led by the god or goddess who has jurisdiction in that area.

So if the prayer were for rain then a rain god would respond, or if it were for love, then Aphrodite would hear it. Things got a bit slack when the humans stopped praying to the different god/desses by name, and the goddesses in particular felt very shunned. They slowly shrank and ceased their vigilance, abandoning their support for Mother Earth, who suffered great depletion.

But more recently a few wise mortals, though persecuted and ridiculed, were raising awareness of the goddesses again and gently and silently their ranks increased. This didn’t entirely please Hera, the Queen of the Heavens, however.

Hera was married to Zeus, the king of the gods, but although she struggled to keep him faithful, his liking for Earth women was legendary. He loved to chase them and although his wife often caught him out - with unspeakable results - his shenanigans were seemingly unstoppable.

This perplexed and irritated Hera, who would rather have retired to the Beyond realms than have to bother with distasteful, primitive little humans. Hera’s indignity had been further increased when Zeus forced her to nurse one of his illegitimate children and so her energy in the human realm had come to represent not just marriage, but also conflict and the archetypal relationship triangle.

As Persephone and Nereid entered the higher sanctuary and temple they became aware of the presence of many other goddesses. Persephone sensed the presence of her mother and sure enough, as she turned, Demeter was moving towards her, eager to join with her off-spring. As they blended a thousand words were exchanged, a thousand feelings were felt, and a thousand energies knew.

“You are doing well, my little one,” whispered Demeter. Persephone felt doleful. “No I am not. I can’t seem to comfort anyone.”

“My dearest child,” breathed Demeter, “I feel your love for the humans echo around the farthest reaches of Space. Although you carry them so silently and softly, there is never a moment when you do not help them grow. Whether it is from one world to the next, or even when they fall wretched and broken by the weight of their burden, it is our calling to hold them through the dark night of the soul, and my child, I am proud of your devotion.”

Persephone smiled wanly. “And how are you, Mother?”

“Well, as you know, I am concentrating on the World’s grain crops whilst you tend to the souls. I have to say it’s hard work. I’ve got every god and goddess at my disposal working hard on converting the energy into crops, but really the humans will have to start being realistic. We don’t have a spare Earth tucked away to supply them and they will have to realise this soon. Ah …….Hera is talking, let’s listen.”

“….and quite frankly,” said Hera, “Aphrodite has been allowed to get away with this for too long. All this wealth and abundance has only led to greed and slovenliness. You’ve only got to look at the Earthlings to realise that they have been taking advantage of the favourable conditions provided by my husband in his efforts to be the greatest benefactor of all……”

Hera droned on and Persephone drifted off, conscious of all the souls who were talking to her from all over the Earth. She could hear them all at once, or just zoom in to one in particular. As she sorted through the urgent and non-urgent calls in her conscious, she was suddenly snapped back into awareness of the gathering around her by the utterance of a name.

“Eris!”

There was a gasp and the crowd fell silent - which pleased Hera, who liked an attentive audience.

“Yes, Eris,” she said again. “I have asked her to come and sort out the mess the humans have got themselves into.”

This was serious stuff. Eris took no prisoners. She was an ancient goddess who had given birth to many difficult and challenging energies for the human race. They feared her for she easily brought about jealousy, fighting and discord. However, Eris was the most powerful goddess available from the Beyond and there was a creative and useful side to her energy. She stimulates rivalry, but in doing so even the most lethargic is stirred into serious and purposeful action. Good Eris energy works with honest labour to attain excellence and the highest goal. She will cause bitterness if some humans take more than their fair share, but this can also give a healthy envy which will stir humans into action and successful achievement.

Eris was known for once living amongst the humans as Xena the Warrior Princess and it was said that her strength was forged in the heat of battle and only her courage, passion and heroism could restore order to a world in turmoil.

Persephone shrugged. To be honest, it was probably a good choice since Superman wasn’t a god and couldn’t help!

Hera droned on for a further few minutes and then closed the meeting.

Persephone kissed Demeter goodbye and flew silently down to the grieving human mother once more. She could see the baby’s newly-separated soul wrapping the mother’s heart in the purest of white energy. After a lifetime of Earth living, this energy would have become denser, greyer and heavier with the accumulated earthly wisdom and experience. The souls who held human bodies for only a short time were still so pure and white.

Lovingly, Persephone poured out her tender solace and reassurance. Soothing and consoling, she held the woman’s sobbing shoulders and whispered gently “If only you knew that your baby is safe with me and we will never leave you. If only I could tell you that the two of you will be together again in another life and will always be together here in the Otherworld.”

She fell silent and extended all the love in the Universe into her embrace. Slowly she felt the woman calm by her side. And then she heard her speak. “You are with me, aren’t you? I can feel you, can’t I? You’re trying to tell me my baby will always be with me, aren’t you? I have your love…..I just know I do.”

Persephone froze. Her aura prickled in a wave of exhilaration. Her spirit soared and angels appeared from nowhere, gathering around in love and exaltation to share the magic of that inspirational moment.

Today was going to be a good day, after all!

© Alison Chester-Lambert 2010

Image from www.union.ic.ac.uk/arts/leonardo/gallery.htm  "Goddess and Child" by Rebecca Jones