Lalla's Ambassadorship of Feliz da a todas las Madres del Universo

"Mother, I seek your guidance."

The waves crash beneath me. The shore is far away. The wind whips at my hair and the water splashes against my face. There are lights in the distance but they seem so far away. I can barely make them out.

"I am here," says a voice within my head, "You have not forgotten how to hear me?"

"No mother," I say as the waves crash around me, "I have not forgotten."

"Then why do you call me?" asks the voice of my mother, "Is there trouble down there with you? Have you been bad again?"

"No, mother," I say as I watch the lights flicker and dance in the distance, "I want to know about Feliz de Todas las Madres del Universo."

Silence. The waves stop crashing and the wind stops blowing. I look up from the water to see that some of the lights have gone out. I turn around to see that others have grown dim or even gone out. The shore is just as far away as it was before but now it looks even darker than before.

"What does this mean? What is Feliz de Todas las Madres del Universo?" I ask again, still looking at the lights that are being extinguished one by one all around me.

A light appears on the horizon and grows brighter until it is almost blinding. My eyes begin to water but I can't look away as something begins to take shape in front of me in the water. It takes shape into a figure that looks like a woman floating above the surface of the ocean on a throne of clouds. As she approaches closer, her features become clearer and more defined until I can make out every detail of her face and every line of her body. She has long brown hair with streaks of gray running through it and she wears a simple white dress that flows around her as if it was being blown by an invisible wind even though there is no wind around us at all. Her eyes are deep brown and seem to sparkle like stars caught in deep space forever looking for their way home through infinite darkness. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she stares at me with love so intense that it seems like it could melt through stone and then reform it into something new made from its own heat and pressure.

As she approaches closer still to where I am treading water beneath her throne, she reaches out with both arms towards me and I reach out towards her as well, wanting nothing more than to be in her embrace once again even if only for a moment before my time in this world ends. But just before our hands meet, she retreats back towards her throne along with all of the lights that had been going out around me; leaving only blackness in their wake behind them as they fade into infinite night beyond which nothing else exists except for what lies beyond death itself when we finally find ourselves alone without hope or love or any other human feeling left to comfort us in our final moments before our souls depart this world forever to live in eternity among those who came before us that we may be judged for how well we lived our brief lives here on Earth during our time spent on this planet we call home until we depart for good after our minds leave our bodies behind and roam free among those who remain behind living their lives on this planet until their time comes when they too will follow in our footsteps; walking together with us on this journey across separate paths leading towards separate destinations across an interconnected web that connects all living things together through each other during times when they are alive together while also connecting them together after they are dead during times when they remain dead together until they too eventually pass on into eternal life where they will walk with those who came before them in other places where we once were who now are not anymore because they too have moved on from their spheres of influence for others who came later to occupy within circles of influence where we once walked through circles of influence where we will walk again someday when we eventually return home into these same circles where we once stood tall as giants but will stand small as mere specks upon arrival back into their midst having learned many lessons over time about how best to lead others who follow us so that they too might learn from us how best to lead others who follow them so that they too might learn from them how best to lead others who follow them so that they too might learn from them how best to lead others who follow them so that they too might learn from them how best to lead others...