My Autobiographies by John Koenig

Author:John Koenig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gatekeeper Press

A MOTHER’S FOUNDATION

I built my family

and my family built a world.

It was such a site to see

Anywhere in Alexandria

Royal buildings

Palaces

Public Buildings by the Sea

Monuments to my three

Beautiful boys

Towering men

Builders all

From my own tiny womb

Part of my flesh

A mother’s pride

Three pillars standing strong

Big Men

Proud Men

Strong Men

To whom no challenge

is too big

Armies of artisans

And laborers bow

At their feet

Princes and Potentates

Court them

Alexandria’s

Great Builder Brothers

And they honor me

Let me guide them

Accept my counsel

They come to me with questions

mama this?

Mother that?

Should I do this?

Should I do that?

I always say

if it were me, I would do this.

If it were me, I would not do that.

Sometimes I say

beware of this one

he is too sly

Or get close to that one

avoid this one

he has an evil heart

or dark soul

flatter this one

he can do you great good

My boys’ women are gentle

Loving and true

Obedient to my sons

as my boys are good

and obedient with me

Then one horrible day

the Gods turn against me

One dark moment the light

of my life went out

never to return.

My baby died.

The littlest one

so gentle and fair

I wish I could say

he died in his mother’s arms

with a mother’s love

comforting him

but no

he fell far away

I heard this one fateful day

His servant comes and speaks

such awful words

“your son is dead”

That is how he said it

“your son is dead.”

How do you say that to a mother?

I had him beat

For being so ill-mannered

And cast into the street

That servant ripped out my heart

that day

And he had not even bothered to wash his feet

He killed all that was good that day

His words broke my soul

And it is broken still

How could it not?

Infants die

That we women understand

But a big strong powerful man

To join the Gods

No mother is meant

To lose a son like that

People say “look at your other boys

you have much to live for”

but all I can see is sorrow

A mother lives to love and guide

Her sons

These towering, big men from my

womb grew to build a city

I built a strong foundation.

Three beautiful sons

I gave to the world

When one was taken

My World was taken from me.

There is no reason to go on.

Their constructions now torment

my heart and eyes

grotesque monuments

to a mother’s broken heart.

Another principle of past life exploration is the importance to being open to literally whatever you experience without judgement. Once I spend the better part of an hour reliving a past life as an insect. I know some people who write about past lives say this doesn’t happen – that we always incarnate as people – but I settled back and enjoyed the sight of blades of grass looking like trees and was amazed at how the surface tension in a drop of water holds it as a dome of fluid from the perspective of an insect crawling around it. And you must be also prepared for some lives to be the exact opposite of the way you are in this one. The next life I will share with you was one of those.

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