(Based on a story told to me by a spirit guide, about a previous life of hers)
The tremors were coming more often now. And they were stronger. The children could see the cracks forming in the stone walls, and the dust was making some of them cough.
“Earth mother is waking up. Don’t be afraid. She will take us into her belly where a new world will begin for all of us.”
She kept her voice soft, low and soothing, relying on her gentle sing-song alto to sway them back into calm. Tightening the outer edges of her aura as it wrapped comfortingly around the group, she disciplined herself to relax the core, smiling a little to herself as they heaved a collective sigh and released some tension.