The Lightline
A sacred space for neurodivergent, visionary women—especially those awakening later in life, after years of silence or dismissal.
Mahria offers song, story, and sound healing for the ones who’ve lived on the edges—hidden, hermit-like, or wildly attuned to things others overlook.
Here, the voice becomes a path of remembering. Through ancestral wisdom, Earth-rooted prayer, and intuitive reflection, you are invited to reclaim your sacred truth—out loud, in resonance, in wholeness.
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The Lightline
🎵 Mother of Mine: A Song for the Stolen Childhood
In this powerful opening episode, Mahria shares a vulnerable, poetic sound-offering: a song to the birth mother who could never truly mother her.
With deep awareness of generational trauma and ancestral silence, this vocal transmission honors the grief, the reclamation, and the raw, messy truth of wanting both release and return.
If you’ve ever felt abandoned, unseen, or like joy was stolen from your early life, this song-poem is for you. It’s a blessing for your inner child, your lineage, and your becoming.
This is medicine for the planetary healing of women's voices.
🎵 Includes Song Medicine
Song Medicine (songs received in visions/meditations)
Mother of Mine
I have done a lot of work about my birth mother and why this complex childhood-personal-transformational journey of this lifetime still lingers is a puzzle that I really, really would like to be gone. And I know it's leaving, it's just taking forever. And the way I look at it is - this is a transmutation of lifetimes - not only am I healing from my being, but for eons of ancestrals.
There are an immense amount of oppressed women behind me, below me and all around me in this family lineage. And I get to do the healing for it. I just have to accept that it is not just for me, it is for all of them. And my mother clearly was not willing to be an ancestor, but the funny thing is she really just wanted to be a child again.
So anyway, this is just a little bit of a song-poem-expressive outlet towards the birth mother that I was given in this lifetime.
Song ~ Mother of Mine
Mother, mother, Mah-ther
Mother, mother, Mah-ther.
Why oh why oh why oh why,
inside of my mind I see, inside of my mind I see you
Coming around the bend I see you, your face.
Coming around the bend I see your face...
Why, oh why..
I thought you left me alone, I thought you left me alone.
Now I want you gone, oh now I want you gone.
You left me alone so long ago, and I'm fine with that.
I don't even know who you are, I don't even know.
You don't know.
I don't even know who you are,
You don't know—either.
Child that you are, child that you are.
Child that you are, child that you are.
I see your face coming around the bend,
I see your face coming around the bend...
Mother of mine, I know you are gone.
Mother of mine, I hope you go skip rope.
Mother of mine, I want you to be a happy child.
Mother of mine, find that happy childhood.
It was stolen from you, it was stolen from me.
It was stolen, it was stolen, it was stolen, stolen, it was stolen, it was stolen...
And I ask for it back, I demand it back.
She deserves a childhood, she deserves a childhood.
We all deserve a child... that can live in a hood and be happy with that.
And laugh uproariously, And be as funny as two puppies rolling on the ground, And be as secure and as safe as—two puppies rolling on the ground.