JOURNEY TO LAKE SAN MARCOS

By Jonathan A. Ward

How did we end up in magical Lake San Marcos? My own journey started in 1976. I was in college in Atlanta, but I was search of a better environment and seeking direction. I’d visited California a few times, and to me it felt like home. In the Spring of 1976 I came to California to spend the summer farming near Sacramento. I had a week to spare before I was to begin, so I stopped in Pacific Palisades and volunteered to garden at a park on Sunset Boulevard. We worked hard, and after three days I was hired as a gardener/caretaker. Way back then Los Angeles was a wonderful place (maybe it still is?). I loved the beaches and mountains. I played basketball, softball, and made friends. 

After a couple of weeks living in my camper-van parked at the Will Rogers State Beach, I found a wonderful place to live and here’s how: I put an ad in the Palisades Post newspaper for an apartment rental in exchange for money and gardening. In response, a lady called and asked to see me. My boss cut off my long hair so I’d look presentable for the interview. Because she was visiting her friend in England, a man named J. Paul Getty, she invited me to live in her home rent-free and take care of her garden while she was away. I was only in California for a short time, but I had a great job and a wonderful place to live with a pool and an ocean view. My neighbors were Walter Matthau, Adam West, Chevy Chase, Peter Graves, and other stars. However, we didn’t hang out.

Fast forward to 1987 — I met my wife, and together we decided to exit L.A. The city was growing more congested and to us losing its charm. We both loved north San Diego County, and we moved here in 1988. We rented and owned condos in Encinitas and LaCosta. In 2007 we were blessed to find our home here in Lake San Marcos, and we’ve lived here happily ever since.  

With Lake San Marcos home prices going through the roof, it’s easy to look into the possibility of selling and moving to a less expensive home and pocketing the profits. We seriously looked into moving to Idyllwild in the San Jacinto Mountains. The positives were making a significant profit and living in the mountains with a rural lifestyle. However, after we compared the pros of relocating versus the pros of remaining in Lake San Marcos, the more the attraction of moving faded. Here’s a few of the advantages of living in Lake San Marcos:

Microcosmic Advantages: We live in a lovely planned community surrounding our lake and crowned by Double Peak. We have golf, pools, tennis and pickleball, game and meeting rooms, restaurants, etc. But the best part is our neighbors — friendly, honest people in my humble opinion. 

Macrocosmic Advantages: We have the best weather in the USA. Nearby, we have wonderful parks, hiking, beaches, more restaurants, libraries, wineries, medical care, churches, etc, etc, etc. 

A world review site lists Finland as the “world’s happiest place.” I’ve never been to Finland, but I’m out on my patio in the sun with a beautiful mountain view and nice breeze, and I’m wondering: What does Finland have that Lake San Marcos doesn’t? Snow? Reindeer? More saunas? Anyway, my journey has had a very happy ending – and in no small part thanks to you. I know I’m preaching to the choir when I say I feel blessed to be living in Lake San Marcos and calling it our forever home.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

X, Y, Z — WHAT’S YOUR GENERATION?

by Jonathan A. Ward

Gen X, Gen Y, Gen Z? What’s that all about? Now generations of Americans are designated as Gen X, Gen Y, Gen Z amongst other labels. Some of these monikers were dubbed by social scientists, observing and sometimes making vast generalizations. I initially thought that these designations were about when a group was born; well it’s that, but it mainly designates when a group lives their prime years and thus influences world events. This list is speculative — dates are slightly dissimilar on different internet sites; lines blur and some events occur over a period of time intersecting different generations. My guesstimate prime years below starts when the oldest born into a generation reaches 21-years old and ends when the youngest born in a group turns 40. Thus, my guesstimate prime years for a generation sometimes overlaps another group’s.

BABY BOOMERS: YEARS BORN 1946 -1964 (prime years: 1967 – 2004). Named Boomers because after World Ward II the nation experienced a baby boom as couples embraced “make love, not war.” Some of the good: Space travel—landing on the Moon; era of drastic social change. Some of the bad: Vietnam War. Some Inventions: ATM’s, birth control pills, microwave ovens. The music: Rock-n-Roll, Disco on LP’s, 8-track and cassette tapes. Boomer quote: The Baby Boom has spawned an even bigger Grandma Boom. For every baby born, two women turn into grandmas. ~ Mary Margaret McBride

GEN. X: BORN BETWEEN 1965 -1979 (prime years: 1986 – 2019). Named Gen X because the X originally referred to a generation unconcerned by societal pressures. Some of the good: Cold war’s end. Some of the bad: AIDs. Some inventions: Internet, space shuttles, personal computers, cable TV, mobile phones. The music: Pop, Grunge, Hip-Hop, Rap on cassettes and compact discs. Gen X quote: So I simply don’t buy the concept of “Generation X” as the “lost generation.” I see too many good kids out there, kids who are ready and willing to do the right thing, just as Jack was. Their distractions are greater, though. There’s no more simple life with simple choices for the young. ~ Johnny Cash

GEN. Y OR MILLENNIALS: BORN BETWEEN 1980 – 1994 (prime years: 2001 – 2034).

Labeled Y because: Y follows X and Millennials because this generation hit their prime in the new millennium. Some of the good: Internet boom. Some of the bad: 9/11; Iraq/Afghan War. Inventions: smartphones, streaming entertainment, apps. The music: Streaming all kinds. Gen Y quote:You’re talking about a younger generation, Generation Y, whose interpersonal communication skills are different from Generation X. The younger generation is more comfortable saying something through a digital mechanism than even face to face. ~ Erik Qualman

GEN. Z: BORN BETWEEN 1995 – 2012 (prime years: 2015 – 2052) Named because Z follows X and Y. Some of the good: Online search engines and social media boom. The bad: Great Recession, Covid-19. Some inventions: “Smart” TVs; Viagra; selfies. Music: Online streaming of all genres. Gen Z quote: Why isn’t your camera on? ~ Anonymous

GEN. ALPHA: BORN BETWEEN 2013 – 2025 (prime years: 2034 – 2065) Why “Alpha?” After Z there was nowhere to go except to the first Greek letter. The near future is theirs. Gen Alpha quote: Why did the Gen Alpha kid bring a ladder to school? Because he heard the WiFi was on the roof! – Anonymous

GEN. BETA: BORN 2025 till sometime in the future. Good luck and God’s Speed to Gen Beta. Gen Beta quote: Its official, a new generation has already begun to be born. Officially named Generation Beta,” the babies born starting in 2025 will mark the beginning of a new cohort, predicted to grow up immersed in artificial intelligence while tackling societal challenges. ~ Andréa Oldereide and Lei RV

THANKS TO THANKSGIVING

by Jonathan A. Ward

Why Thanksgiving? Great food? Costco pumpkin pie? Family and friendship warmth? Football? A sincere occasion of gratitude and thanksgiving? All the above and more? 

President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving a national holiday in 1863 and wrote: “With humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience … we fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation….” Yes, a nation torn by Civil War. And we think we have stiff division today? Not compared to the Rebs and Yanks.

But many moons before the Civil War citizens throughout the globe celebrated a day of giving thanks to their Higher Powers from Mayflower pilgrims to the earliest settlers of Virginia. Other countries and civilizations have observed such a holiday of gratitude, and some still do. Historically, this holiday was celebrated in the autumn and about giving thanks for an abundant harvest.

Of more pertinent focus, what does Thanksgiving mean to us — as individuals, as families, and is there any meaning to Thanksgiving for us as a nation as President Lincoln wished? 

My family celebrated all national holidays. As kids we believed in Santa and even the Tooth Fairy who kindly left pocket change under our pillows in exchange for used teeth. Fond memories! Back to Thanksgiving: I relish the memory that my Mom was an excellent cook – turkey, veggies, rolls, potatoes, stuffing, gravy, pies, etc. — all home-made. My Dad, a local college dean, did the praying and the turkey-carving, and I believe he was sincerely grateful for the Thanksgiving spread and his life in general. Especially at Thanksgiving and Christmas my family dined by candlelight, and when I reflect on those memories I see them through that warm luminescence.

Life is dual — there are no roses without the thorns, but a focus on those good times, great people, the “blessings” can make our lives more fulfilled, and can result in a more grateful heart — a more positive outlook. I preach especially to myself here. In that vein, perhaps this is a good season to reach out to those we’ve had differences with? Was it Lincoln who said that the best way to defeat enemies was to make them friends? 

But whatever one’s beliefs, religion, denomination, Rebel or Yankee, can we at least have a day of unity, a day of gratitude for whatever life’s blender has served us – lemonade or margaritas?  As Lincoln put it, isn’t it time to tone down our differences and shake hands — “heal the nation?” Recall if you’re old like me the patriotic feeling after 9/11, the general neighborliness, the courtesy people were showing even in traffic — as one nation of Americans. Can we for one day come back to that gratitude for all the good in this nation, in our beautiful Lake San Marcos neighborhood, and in our own lives? And beyond that, can we expand that one day to a lifetime of gratitude?

GRAVE NEWS!! THERE’S A CEMETERY IN THE MIDDLE OF RANCHO SANTA FE ROAD!!

And if you think it’s a scary Halloween graveyard, it’s not. It’s a skeleton of a burial ground located in the median, literally in the middle of the road. As you pass away south from Lake San Marcos at the intersection of Meadowlark Ranch Drive, the Meadowlark Pioneer Cemetery reposes on your left within the median. Cryptically, there’s a simple cross laid flat on the concrete with a memorial stone in the center, which reads: 

“Meadowlark Pioneer Memorial Cemetery

(circa 1884-1908)

A Recognized Historical Cemetery

Among the group of Spanish colonial descendants from Ojai and Ventura buried in this cemetery, are

Caildo Figueroa who died December 14, 1904, and his grandson Jose Figueroa who died at age 7.

Tomasa Tico de Gonzalez, who died March 9, 1906 at age 38, and her son Alfredo Jaoquin Tico who died at age 9.

The following persons, native to this area, are also buried here:

Ramon Moralez, Jose Urbano (a local rancher), and Felipe Sanchez.”

Also adjacent on the west side of Rancho Santa Fe Road by the sidewalk is a tombstone which reads:

“Meadowlark Pioneer Memorial Cemetery

A Recognized Historical Cemetery

In the 1880s, a group of colonists of European Spanish descent from Ventura and Ojai, California settled here in the Meadowlark region, then known as Fresno Valley, and homesteaded land. This monument commemorates the memory of those colonists who died here and lie buried in the Meadowlark Pioneer Memorial Cemetery adjacent to this monument. Among the pioneers buried in this cemetery are members of the Figueroa, Gonzalez, and Tico families… in whose bones and dust rests the heritage of their Spanish ancestors, who explored and settled California.”  

I’m haunted by the fact that I’ve passed this place countless times, coming and going, not knowing it existed. In my research of the founding of San Marcos I happened upon the cemetery’s existence and was dying to learn more.

In the 1880’s Salvadore Gonzalez and Juan Tico and their families sold their Spanish land grant ranchos in Ojai and Ventura and moved southward to homestead 160 acres in what was then known as Fresno Valley – that area where Melrose Avenue now crosses Rancho Santa Fe Road. Gonzalez created the cemetery as a place for his family to be laid to rest. His grandfather had been given a Spanish land grant and created Rancho Ojai. Juan Tico married Gonzalez’s daughter Tomasa and they all came south together.

The seven pioneers interred in the tiny cemetery are: 

Casildo Figueroa (1824-Dec. 14, 1904), aged 79 or 80, from Sonora Mexico.

Jose Figueroa (1893-1900) age six or seven. He was the grandson of Caildo Figueroa.

Ramon Moralez (unknown-1898) La Jolla Tribe native. He was involved in a gun battle and killed three. In response, he was eliminated in a shootout with  Parker Dear, Jr., the grandson of American founding pioneer Lt. Cave Couts whose Guajome Ranch and adobe still stand in Vista, California.

Jose Urbano (unknown) La Jolla Tribe native and ranch hand.

Felipe Sanchez (1840-July 6, 1905)

Tomasa Elvira Gonzalez Tico, the daughter of Salvadore Gonzalez. Tomasa Tico had four children with husband Juan Tico. She died of tuberculosis at age 36 in 1906. Juan Tico too had a rich history in California. His grandfather Fernando was a Spanish soldier who came to California from Baja to repel Russians hunting seals off the California coast. He too was granted a ranch in Ojai by Spanish Governor Alvarado. Juan Tico courted and married Tomasa Gonzalez, moved to San Marcos with the family, built a home, and settled down. They had four children. Juan Tico passed away in 1899 and was buried in Escondido on St. Mary’s Catholic Church Cemetery. That graveyard was destroyed by fire. A Gonzalez forefather was Jose Francisco de Ortega, an early pathfinder for the Spanish Army and Fr. Junipero Serra. Ortega is famous for discovering the mouth of San Francisco Bay on November 1, 1769. 

Alfredo Joaquin Tico (unknown) Nine-year old son of Juan and Tomasa Tico. 

It’s actually miraculous that this cemetery still exists given its location on a heavily trafficked street within a traffic median. It’s almost entirely due to the efforts of the Tico descendants to protect it, many of whom still live in north San Diego County. In 1959 a grading of the area which threatened to destroy the cemetery was halted through the efforts of descendant and Oceanside barber Ralph Tico. It was gravely desecrated by vandals in 1962 and then rebuilt by the Ticos. In 1996 a fire swept through the cemetery, and again it was restored. During the final widening of Rancho Santa Fe Road, the Tico family seemed resigned to the cemetery being moved either to the hillside across the road or to the San Marcos Cemetery on Mulberry Avenue. However, engineers were able to redesign the roadway where the graves could remain in their final resting place in the middle of Rancho Santa Fe Road — hopefully forever.  

REDISCOVERING THE VALLEY OF DISCOVERY

A Short History by Jonathan Ansley Ward

After Christopher Columbus rediscovered America in 1492, Europeans, many of whom had believed the Earth was flat like a tortilla, awakened to a more well-rounded view. His discovery released a floodgate of adventurers seeking gold and lands. Among them were Ponce de Leon, Balboa, Cortés, Pizzaro, and de Soto. 

Along with adventurers, Spanish missionaries brought the Christian religion and a new way of life to this new world. During the years 1769 through1833, 21 missions were founded along the California coast. Number 18 among the missions was San Luis Rey in Oceanside. The mission was named by a French monk in honor of the king of France. That monk was a French friar.

Among the natives living around the mission were the Shoshanean tribe, who were called “Luiseños” by the Spanish. One day some of these natives purloined some of the mission’s animal flock and headed inland with their booty. Spanish soldiers gave chase. It was April 25, 1797 — the Catholic feast day of St. Mark. The natives got away, but a major result of the chase was the European discovery of the “Los Vallecitos del San Marcos” — the Little Valley of Saint Mark. The soldiers described it as a fertile valley of green hills and streams— MUY BONITA!  

In 1840 Spanish Governor Alvarado granted ownership of the valley to his relative, Jose Alvarado. Alvarado founded the Rancho Vallecitos de San Marcos. He was killed in the Pauma Massacre and left the land to his widow. She sold the rancho to Lorenzo Soto. Some Alvarado descendants fought the sale, but with California statehood and the Land Act of 1850, Soto won title to the land. 

In 1851 part of Rancho Vallecitos de San Marcos was sold to former Army Lt. Cave Couts and his wife Isadora. Previously they were given Rancho Guajome in Vista by Isaac Sterns of Los Angeles – nice wedding gift! The Guajome ranch house is still standing in the park by Highway 76. Over time Couts amassed about 20,000 acres and became a wealthy cattle baron. However, in 1871 California passed a fence law which required that cattle be fenced in order to protect farmland. Thus, Couts was forced to sell his herd at a loss. He died soon after, but his widow and descendants raised sheep and farmed the land. In 1887 Cave’s widow Isadora sold her 8,877 acres to the San Marcos Land Company with the intention to divide the acreage into lots for sale. 

In 1875 the first official homesteader settled in the area, Gustauvs Merriman. He named his ranch for a double-trunked oak tree prominent on his property – Twin Oaks Valley. His descendants continued to own some of his property until 2001, when it was bought by a nursery along Deer Springs Road.

In 1882 James Barham, an entrepreneur, moved into our area. A village grew up bearing his name at the intersection of present-day Rancho Santa Fe Road and San Marcos Boulevard. In 1888 the Santa Fe Railroad laid tracks from Oceanside to San Marcos. However, the tracks were laid along present-day Mission Avenue, a mile north of the town site. With lack of easy access to the railroad, Barham town was eventually abandoned. However, the frontage road along the 78 still retains the Barham name. 

The village bearing the name of San Marcos originally grew up around the present-day intersection of Rancho Santa Fe Road and Grand Avenue. With the railroad opening to the north along Mission, the citizens “moved their town” to the intersections of Mission and Pico Avenues, nearer the train station at Mission and Los Posas Avenues.

By 1905 San Marcos had a grocery store, a blacksmith, postal delivery, telephone service, schools, and other businesses. Agriculture flourished in the region, starting with cattle and farming, and later sheep, poultry, and dairy production.

The Spanish soldiers and missionaries, U.S. statehood, arrival of the Santa Fe Railroad, and the hard work of early pioneers paved the way for Rancho Vallecitos de San Marcos to transform into the City of San Marcos of today. The Census of 1880 records a population of 96. Today that number is approaching100,000 of the most wonderful neighbors.

Some mileposts of our San Marcos Lake history: 

The Clemson and Wells families owned the land straddling San Marcos Creek, farming and raising cattle. In 1948 in order to create a constant supply of water, they built a dam which created a 30-acre lake. In 1962 after years of working the land, they decided to sell and retire. The three Frazar brothers, developers from Glendale, bought the land for $5,000,000 with the idea of creating a “resort community.” By rebuilding the lake shoreline they increased the size of the lake to 40 acres. The community was professionally planned. First, they built the motel and restaurant, and later came golf courses, swimming pools, and tennis courts. Investors were flow in by hydroplane to check out the opportunities. Tract and custom homes were built, as well as condos, and later came the senior living options. In 2012-2013 Pacifica Corporation took over ownership of the “Lake & Lodge” facilities, making much needed improvements. Lake San Marcos has indeed become a blue jewel in the crown of Southern California living.  

GEORGE WASHINGTON, FATHER OF OUR COUNTRY

by Jonathan A. Ward

In honor of February’s Presidents Day I’d like to share a glimpse into the life of George Washington, gleaned from volumes of information. He was born on February 22, 1732 in rural Virginia. Early in life Washington demonstrated a devotion to principle. At about age 14 he wrote a personal “Rules of Civility” containing 110 guidelines which he practiced throughout his life. Among his ethos were these two – his first and last ones:

“RULE NO. 1: Every Action done in Company, ought to be with Some Sign of Respect, to those that are Present.”

“RULE NO. 110: Labour to keep alive in your Breast that Little Spark of Ce[les]tial fire Called Conscience.”

In his 20’s Washington joined the Virginia militia and rose to the rank of Colonel. He distinguished himself in the French & Indian War. At the Battle of Monongahela, while ill with dysentery, his forces were ambushed. In the clash Washington had two horses shot out from under him and his hat and coat were pierced by bullets. He was unhurt and able to rally his troops to form a rear-guard and instigate an orderly retreat. 

After that war Washington served eight years in the Virginia House of Burgesses. Over time he became a proponent of American sovereignty, and to England he was a rebel. Later the Continental Congress made him the commander of the American Army in the Revolutionary War. Washington himself seemed a catalyst for the cause of American independence. Can you imagine the forces in play which would inspire Americans to gamble their lives and properties to fight the British, a world power? Washington won some battles and lost others, but in the end he was able to force a surrender at Yorktown and our nation was born. 

Because of his stellar reputation, after the war Washington was elected presiding officer at the Constitutional Convention. Later he became the only American president to be elected unanimously by the Electoral College. He served as president for two four-year terms and helped develop our federalist government and set our country on course to become respected and powerful.

Amazingly, along with his military and political accomplishments, Washington was a surveyor, estate manager, farmer, miller, equestrian, fine dancer, whiskey distiller, and a chancellor of William & Mary University. He was over six-feet tall and noted for his physical strength and fearlessness. Washington was a 20-year vestryman in the Anglican Church. He served as a Master Mason in his local Freemason Lodge. He disdained drinking alcohol to excess and would not tolerate profanity — dang it!

After Washington died on December 14, 1799, his friend Alexander Hamilton wrote, “If virtue can secure happiness in another world, he is happy.” Washington biographer Douglas Southall Freeman wrote, “The great big thing stamped across that man is character.” Historian David Hackett Fischer defined Washington’s character as “integrity, self-discipline, courage, absolute honesty, resolve and decision, but also forbearance, decency, and respect for others.”

And lastly Henry Lee wrote, “Washington was first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.” 

DIVINE MOTHER

DIVINE MOTHER

A Heart Large Enough for Many Religions

by Jonathan Ansley Ward

Lake Shrine Dawn

Lake Shrine, the fair

Where street lights glare

Shimmering across the lake

Soft sounds dare, break silence rare

As peeping birds awake

Lake Shrine, so fair

A blue jewel rare 

In a mountain diadem

Stars fade with night, as dawning light

Shines from deep within

Ah! Floral wonderland of love, of calm

Glimpse of Divine Mothers face

Gathered rains of Her compassion

Teardrop of her grace

Who is the Divine Mother, our common parent revered by many world religions? She has millions of followers — Her angelic qualities appealing to many.

In the book A Woman Clothed With the Sun a chapter is devoted to Our Lady of Guadalupe, Mexico. In 1531 a native Aztec, Juan Diego, was passing a remote hill when he heard someone calling him. He climbed to the summit and found a beautiful, young woman waiting for him. She asks that Juan go to the local bishop and request that a chapel be built on that hilltop. Interestingly, in centuries past a temple dedicated to the Mother-Goddess of the Aztecs had been on that spot. She tells Juan, “Dear little son, I love you. I want you to know I am the ever-virgin Mary, Mother of the true God who gives life and maintains it in existence.” The bishop wants to believe Juan, but asks for some sign that the woman is indeed our Mother Divine. Upon Juan’s return and hearing the bishop wanted a sign, She gathers rose petals and places them in the folds of Juan’s tunic. He gathers the sides to his chest so the petals would remain until he got back to the bishop. He returns to the bishop, and when lets his tunic folds down the bishop falls to his knees. The Divine Mother’s image was miraculously imprinted on the tunic. To this day Juan’s tunic with our Mother’s image remains on a nearby basilica altar. Scientists who’ve studied the image cannot explain the origin nor even how the centuries-old tunic remains together as it’s made of plant fiber.

Whether Aztec or Catholic, Moslem or Jew, Hindu or Buddhist the Lord in the form of the Divine Mother has been revered by Her children the world over.  

In the Autobiography of a Yogi, Paramahansa Yogananda tells of meditating an entire morning on the Goddess Kali at the Dakshineswar Kali Temple north of Kolkata. His sister had asked him to help change her husband’s agnostic views. Yogananda went to the Kali Temple expressly to pray for his brother-in-law. Of the experience Yogananda writes, “Sometimes it is a test by God to delay the fulfillment of prayers, but He eventually appears to the persistent devotee in whatever form he holds dear. A Christian sees Jesus; a Hindu beholds Krishna or the Goddess Kali, or an expanding Light if his worship takes an impersonal turn.” Eventually, the Mother does appear to Yogananda and granted his prayer.

In 1976 I came to California to spend the summer organic farming. I passed through Los Angeles, and because I had a week to spare I volunteered at the Self-Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine and Mahatma Gandhi World Peace Memorial. The shrine has been a pilgrimage site on Sunset Boulevard since its dedication in 1952. Initially, I helped build the stairs from the lake level up to where the newer temple stands today. We worked hard, and after three days the minister-in-charge, Brother Dharmananda, offered me a gardening position. I accepted, and within a few months I was also living there as a caretaker. Around the lake there are several statues of Quan Yin – the Chinese Buddhist “Mother of Compassion.” In the evenings I would meditate out by the Gandhi Shrine. I love Gandhi as an apostle of peace, but I was especially attracted to Quan Yin, whose statues stand at either side of the shrine containing a portion of Gandhi’s ashes. She, as an aspect of Universal Spirit, was the nightly focus of my devotions. I was attracted to Her aspects of mercy, forgiveness, and compassion. I had some bad karma to burn and I wanted Her help. Those four years at the Lake Shrine were a magical time for me — learning to meditate, serving, and making life-long friends. But what most appealed to me and perhaps wrought a change was the Mother Quan Yin. Her presence as an avatar of adoration is venerated in many world religions:

Islam

Allah, the Eternal One, was often referred to in feminine terms in early Islam. Over the centuries “She” became a “He” generally. However, many Moslems see Spirit as the Mother, and especially in the Sufi tradition this is so. There’s a wonderful story told of Mohamed; after the battle for Mecca, a frantic mother looked for her lost child. At last the child was found, and the mother took him to her breast. Mohamed asked his soldiers, “Do you think that mother could ever throw her child into fire?” They replied, “Of course not.” Mohammed then said, “Allah is even more loving, more merciful.”  So Mohammed compared Allah with a mother and having the most loving and compassionate qualities. The great poet Rumi put it this way: 

Woman is the radiance of God, She is not your beloved.

She is the Creator—you could say that She is not created.

Christianity

Mary, the virgin mother of Jesus, has been identified with the Universal Mother for centuries. She has appeared many times asking for prayers, peace, revival, and giving warnings to church leaders. Many times she appears only to the sight of children, while remaining invisible to others. She has appeared in Croatia, Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium, Mexico, among other places. I am also certain there have been thousands of Her appearances that have gone unreported, locked in a devotee’s heart as one of their fondest experiences. Ample proof of Her presence has been the many healings which have occurred at these sacred sites. At Fatima, Portugal over 70,000 people witnessed the Sun fall from the sky, spinning in dazzling colors before returning to its customary spot in the heavens.

Buddhism 

In Buddhism an oft-quoted definition of nirvana or enlightenment is “nothingness.”  Yet even in this pursuit of “nothingness” the Mother is worshiped. She is called Quan Yin or the Mother of Compassion and Mercy. In Buddhist lore She is called “the embodiment of the compassion of all Buddhas” or enlightened beings. Quan Yin is often referred to as the most beloved Buddhist deity, having miraculous powers to help those who appeal to Her. Buddhism itself seems to me a path of wisdom, yet here too is found the devotional concept of Divine Mother. So even nothingness includes someone beautiful, compassionate, and loving to whom we can appeal.

Hinduism

Hindus have many names for the Divine Mother. Most Hindus worship one Spirit, but see various deities as aspects of the One. Their statues and images are thus venerated as reflections of Spirit. The Mother’s names include Mahapakriti, Durga, Kali, Saraswati, and Parvati, among others. Each name is attached to certain lore and expressing different qualities. For instance, Saraswati is the Goddess of Music and Dance, where Durga is a Goddess of War, assigned to protect the righteous and defeat evil. The Goddess Kali is depicted with dark skin, a necklace of skulls, and dances on the chest of a reclining Lord Shiva (Lord of Destruction or Change). She represents God’s shakti energy and the violent and benevolent aspects of nature. A dear friend of Hindu descent recently wrote to me:

“I was blessed to be born in a culture where the Mother is treasured and worshipped as Ma Durga. Growing up, seeing the huge processions and celebrations at the time of Durga Puja was beautiful. Meeting my Guru [Paramahansa Yogananda] and starting on the spiritual path has given me a much deeper understanding of what the Mother Divine as Durga really means (the Shakti energy as the rising kundalini in the spine at the time of enlightenment).  Marrying the outward rituals with the inner celebration of Kriya Yoga [meditation technique] has been an enormous blessing in my life.”

Judaism

In the Jewish tradition the term Shekhinah refers to the the feminine aspect of God as mother, nurturer, protector, and compassionate one. The 20th century brought a resurgence of Kabalalism or mystical Judaism, and with it came a feminine aspect of God. She is wonderful counterbalance to God as a king, father, and judge. Shekhinah translates as “She that dwells within,” and She is the same Divine Mother worshiped throughout the world.

Mother Nature or Mahapakriti, and the Aum Vibration

Quoting Genesis: “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God” — the Word having the sound of many waters. To Hindus this primal sound or vibration is called Aum. Some consider the Heavenly Father to be the invisible, vibrationless Spirit, while they consider the Divine Mother as the outward, visible, ever-changing aspect of the Divine. So the Word or Cosmic Vibration arising from Spirit would be the Mother in Her most primal form. Maya is the delusory force that makes it appear that creation is separate from its Creator, but in truth the Father and the Mother are one.

Through Affirming Her Presence the Mother can Remain with Us

In his book Whispers from Eternity, Paramahansa Yogananda describes the Mother beautifully: “The countless worlds delineate Thy form — million-eyed, moon-garlanded, infinite in adornments and glories. In Thy changing robes are woven the dreams of creation, preservation, and destruction.”

Is it possible that we too can experience the Mother Divine, just as the Aztec Juan Diego and others? Well, I’ll tell you my secret (secret no more!): Through practice I discovered the Mother’s omnipresence. She can be seen in every flower, every smile, every kind word, and every noble action, everywhere! Through affirming this truth, She can remain visible and with us, and are not the Mother’s compassion, forgiveness, and unconditional love a bounty worthy of an inner crusade of remembrance? 

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PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR

PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR

I’m tired of things sitting, gathering dust

Tired of stuff lying about, turning to rust

I want an organized future, tidy and neat

I want my thoughts and speech, courteous and sweet

to forgive the past, to live here and now

to embrace the moment, and to each one bow

I want to strive beyond human, into the Divine

I want to find the joy, which surely is mine —

as a part of the One, a speck of the whole

Yes! I will find the way to live in my soul

MY DAD

My Dad, Judson C. Ward, Jr., was born in Marietta, Georgia on April 13, 1912 – the same weekend that the Titanic sunk.  His father said, “that was two shipwrecks on the same weekend.” Marietta is now a suburb of Atlanta, but in those days it was country.  They were a farm family with a grocery store on the town Square.  They would take a walk every Sunday on the Kennesaw Battlefield – a battle of the Civil War.  They found 17 bayonets and 1 pistol.  My Uncle Bill fired the pistol up the chimney and my grandmother “beat the hell out of him” but that’s another story.  My father made all A’s in every school he attended, was valedictorian, graduated from Emory University, obtained Masters from Emory, and then got his PhD from North Carolina. He recalled the end of WWI, people firing pistols into the air on the Marietta town square, and by the time WWII came around he was teaching at Alabama’s Teachers College.  He was about to be drafted when he volunteered into the Army – thinking volunteering would give him a better deal. After serving in various positions he ended up at the US Military Academy at West Point New York, where he taught for the duration of the war and met my mother.  By 1945, he’d risen the ranks to Major – I believe the Army wanted to keep him.

My Mom was working at West Point as a secretary.  They married in 1946 in the old chapel at West Point. My dad came back to Atlanta where became the Assistant State Education Commissioner, then the President of Georgia Southern University, and later served several “dean” positions at Emory, retiring as the Vice President. Semi-retired, he still served as the Dean of the Alumni until he passed away at 96.  The alumni house is named in his honor.

All those accomplishments are only a small part of the story. My dad was one of the most respected men in his community. He was honest, hard-working, devoted to family, friends and a real neighbor to everyone around. He taught Glenn Memorial Methodist Church’s adult Sunday school class for about 50 years; it’s now named in his honor. 

My father was the calm rock in the sometimes stormy sea of our family home. He never returned anyone’s nastiness; I never recall he ever raising his voice to anyone.  When I think of the word “loyal” the example that comes to mind is Dad – it might have been his greatest quality. I was amazed at his strength in returning kindness for unkindness. 

Of the blessings I’ve had in this world, he’s one of the best. He made this world a better place just by his being in it.