Earth Mother and Friends, you cross our heart. Hello, hello, hello, and welcome to the Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff podcast. Welcome from the multiverse, wherever you find yourself vibrating. Attune this way, and let us have some fun. Today, join as we wander in auspicious coincidence together. We have taken an arc together. Uh, if you listened to the first story all the way through to the end, it's been a beautiful, beautiful story arc, and I want to end and begin. Because that's always the way it works. Every ending is a beginning. And so the ending, I'm going to end with a seed story as I began with a seed story. And I'm also going to begin with the teasing of a new story here at the end. So that should be a lot of fun. The new story I'm very excited about. And I'm not going to say much more than that. I love sharing with you all. And I just love the spirits, because that's who I'm sharing with right here, right now. All the crystals in front of me. All right, here we go. This story is more like a teaching. It was a definite download. So, rhea's Room. There is a journey that yogis of the Mother take. This journey is called the descent into the mother. At the end of this journey, in the depths of the neglect, there is a room that only Mother Law can open. This is why we all need our consort and partner, as the pure jewel, the secret of Rhea's room, can With care be found in the creative love. This creative has its purpose. The purpose is to relieve Rhea of her Titan's task, holding and wielding the Serpents of Law. Typhoon is all together, all Serpents together, but Rhea Persephone can wield and command each and every law on its own accord and in its own resonance. It is only the mother's love and the turning of the age that opens the door to Rhea's room. In this room resides the potency of the father, lost into the darkness of chaos when the son took the father's throne. Four pillars to be met. A titan's task, indeed. Rhea's consort is time. And when the time of the ages turns four times, Rhea falls in love again. In her love, she bears witness to the neglect. The nothing that engulfs all fires not tended. She embraces the Gorgon's wrath. She allows her love to take her to the door he cannot enter. The womb where all laws reside. Every dragon has their resonance and they all reside in Raya's room. The yogi knows this part of the descent as passing through the eye of the dragon, as only the perfect resonance of the mother's personal law, absolute resonance of the middle way, will open the door to Raya's room. There is no other way, and without it, the yogi is eaten alive in the neglect of the Vajra hells. All resides in the womb room, and it is her love that allows passage and entry into her kingdom, Tataras, the ground of all, and the garden of the Golden Age. When I say the neglect that is the Vajra Hells, that is only the beginning, as her realm is protected by all of the monsters. Typhoon protects her shores. Cerberus, the loyal hound of death, protects the gates. Cyclops, holders of the pure resonance of lightning. And let us not forget the giant's potent stirs of creation. Neglect is simply the gods turned to demons at the end of the four pillars. There are only demons, as all gods have fallen to the neglect. It is in great sorrow Rhea holds this neglect until her love, rekindled by consort and king, reminds her to love herself. Mother's love, law's pulse merciless, unconditional love moves again. The pulse of the mother stirs her dragons. Her dragons begin to stir. Her love becomes iron cross law and her puppies howl throughout time and space. The cyclops dance and the lightning love fuels meets and completes all of the neglect. Giants of the mother awaken so many heads and arms and found all ambrosia they could possibly need to hold up all her many laws. Typhoon, a grateful serpent, fills the body of the mother with Aphrodite's froth. No corner or crevice undeglected. As the mother's stir the froth and foam is created. Something from nothing. The nothing that is something. This something is the love that the mother gives herself. Merciless and complete. This is the love reawakened by Father Time that opens the door to Rhea's room and holds up all creation in the age of the mother's love. Mother Great Grandmother love keeps the pulse, loving indiscriminately. Everything neglected filled with ease and joy. Laughter at the core. Laughter, Aphrodite's froth dances in laughter. Rhea's room holds her favorite law. Only she can open the door, as it is protected by all of the monsters she awakens. Within resides the purest flame of fire. Sita's pure flame. This flame is offered Father to Mother in consent. This flame gives Mother Law her potent cross, the Iron Wolf of Akajati, Lady Nyx's purest potent awareness, Father Oranos, Shiva Undiluted. There to meet and hold up her creation as she knows its deepest perfection. And she knows all of its natural beauties. To open the door of Rhea's room is to bring creation to its ultimate potential. Every detail of creation, in all of its bounty, fully expressed. Rhea, Lady La, Lakshmi, Kwatlikyu, Maritzi, Serpentine Mother, Dragon Lover. I humbly pray, ask with feast offering of dark age neglect. Please open the door, a lowly yogi ask. Open Rea's room. And the moment where I would say, play us out, Monkey Max, is not yet. Because, as with every end, there is a beginning. And this beginning came and has been coming. Coming through like lightning strikes and will continue to fill your ears, I hopefully, for some time to come. The character I'm about to introduce, I believe, is one of my true favorites. Her name is Spiritfoot. And I'm sure there will be some great, great women who will read these words, but today this lowly yogi gets a shot at it, and he's gonna do his best. Alright. This is the introduction to Spiritfoot. Single bards of the days when yogis roamed, and the silliest of them all was a mild and friendly soul. Hands folded in love, it will be an honor to sing the crystals of memory and share with you the stories of the lowly yogi Spirit Foot. An interesting character to be sure. Her songs are rare and can only be found in the old blood. Let us recount the tales of the great yogi who loved the spirits more than her own foot. Now, the realm of beauty is a dangerous place. For humans and spirits alike. And we all need someone to come alongside us to help hold the weight when it gets hard. Spirit Foot was that kind of yogi. She did it with her foot. Don't underestimate this act of kindness. Just sit back and listen to her journeys. The first tale to be illuminated by the torch of the muses. Do you all know what a yogi is? No, not the title, the act. Your silence speaks to an empty glass. Fill it. Fill, drink, and I will share more. There are many ways to practice as a yogi. Many forms one can hold in the field of mind. There is a practice within the many that holds all the ten thousand things up at once. This yoga is that which comes from honoring the mother. Spirit foot is one of the luminaries of this lineage. Shorter than some, taller than many. How do you describe a human being? Two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes, all blessings. The spirit of a Vajra Queen, and completely useless in the ease with which she met and held up the ten thousand things. Magic was her second nature. Her first was love, and that is the secret key that unlocks the chest of her memories. Let us place our attention with Lady Memory, so that her muses may share every tale, first to last, and with an order that would please Spiritfoot, and touch us all with the secrets of kindness and love. Oh, well now, now I get to say it. Feel the love. Thank you all for joining me today and joining the Lowly Yogi Tales and Other Stuff podcast. Boy, what a story feast we had and we're gonna do it again soon. If you love the tales, please feel free to follow the Lowly Yogi wherever he may go and share it with those you love. Hey, until next time. Play us out, Monkey Max. Play us out. Earth, Mother, and Friends Earth, mother and friends, you cross our hearth at last. Long have we grieved while the king of demons had his way. But no longer, no longer, it's time to dance and sing. This is the time when the golden age begins As we welcome love and peace and ease may it never cease Welcome joy and bliss in all the eyes of serpents kiss Welcome Mother, Welcome Child, Welcome Bodhi, Tinder, and Mile. Welcome Protection, and Welcome Friends. It's been a long wait, but now the Golden Age begins. Welcome Spring, Summer, and Fall. Winter is Persephone's and sweetest of all. Welcome Immortality. Welcome all, it's time to dance and sing, as the golden age begins. Welcome all you yogis, and we call you in. Welcome all you protectors, and we call you in. Welcome all you yogis, as the golden age begins.