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Saraswati’s Story
In the time of dreams, 90,000 million years ago, I knew you—before the great, Sanat Kumara descended to Earth to help us here. You came like the wind, and blew your love across the face of the planet.
We felt your breeze and knew the Mother was present. The flowers came back and bloomed around the waters. The small animals were seen again—the deer, the chipmunks and the little birds.
I remember, for I was a mere child and mother told me the Great Mother had returned. My sister and I played with the small creatures and were grateful to you. We had friends once more.
“When were we together Saraswati?” I asked the Goddesses.
You were from the first Golden Age. You refused to Ascend Home with the others.
Saraswati’s Song
Sing your song to the birds, They remember your voice, They know your love, Mother.
Tra-la-la-la O sim-bim-ba, Tra-la, tra-la, tra-la
Encodments ring, as we sing, Tra-la, tra-la, tra-la O Mothers dear, come forth, be here. Tra-la, tra-la, tra-la
Saraswati comes, with singing drums, With crystal bowls, bells and tolls, Tra-la, tra-la, tra-la
The music flowing to each hand. Saraswati, Saraswati the voices ring The Mothers are here, the angels sing.
Saraswati (3x)
Goddess Saraswati Mother Mary-Ma McChrist
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