It was a rainy cold Irish night so Moriah stayed over in the spare room at Father Bernie’s house. When she woke in the dark night, her donkey was braying under her window and she hoped he was not having another nightmare. She lit a candle and meditated. She hoped to gather her soul into a profound silence, still her thoughts, banish her imagination and center in God, the eternal substance. 

Later a dream came to her. 

She dreamed she was in meditation on the Lord’s day and she heard a voice calling her from a high place. She listened and heard her name called, her old name she had for many years before her marriages, Moriah Ni Bernie.(of the Bernie clan.) This was the name with which she came into the world.  She looked up and saw, high above her a priestly figure, looking down on her. He was wearing white robes with gold trim and a hat like a bishop’s on his head. She was carried up high, where she preformed bowing postures. Then she saw a carpet laid out and a table on it and a man at the table looking in a book. She heard her name repeated again, the sound coming from different directions.  The man, ageless, with a fez like hat decorated in blue and green, purple and indigo, with light scattering glitter throughout was busy with a book. Moriah sat near the person with the book, but she was not allowed to look in this book of accounts. It was not clear if her name was in that Book.

Later Moriah thought back on her life and wondered if the dream meant that her life was ending or if a new phase was starting. She thought of her child raising and her counseling practices, as something that might get her name into that Book of Life. Could the people she counseled say she had lent them an arm on the road of life? Was she able to let others lend her a hand on the road in life. She knew she was glad she had put boots on the ground on earth of her three, now grown children. But what now in her later years was she going to do. 

Bernie thought she was in a threshold place looking back but also looking forward to how to be of service now, how to be in love with life, her own and others. Would she identify her work in this last part of life? Could she do it in acceptance, joy and energy.

After Moriah and Bernie were satiated with this marvelous breakfast of oat groats, softened and full of sunshine and summer breezes, they drank the tea and talked some more about the dream. Could she really push away all that bugged her, that made her grumpy, resentful and irritated. Would she get in control of her tongue, the rudder of her ship and be a servant to others in the way God might want her to be moved.  She would have to be watching for the shadow side running from her left ear to her right ear, putting worms of fear into her head. 

About this time the donkey, looking a little irritated, stuck his head in over the half green door and brayed, demanding some breakfast. They jumped in fright at the suddenness of the noise in the silence, and the moment of dreams was lost. Moriah knew she had to get on her way traveling.

Moriah lay back in the cart as the donkey knew its way home. Moriah had said some prayers of her christian persuasion and some others she heard or made up. The sun was almost down as they turned into the road near home. She  was between the bog and the river when she saw huge flocks of black birds flying, in formation above her.The flocks started to light in  pine trees above her and as the birds flew off again, left again, she heard that murmur. It was very exciting to hear the collective swoosh of wings and also to look up at how huge crowds of birds integrate themselves to accommodate other formations and density. She stood up in the middle of the cart just looking up, as the birds pulled and shifted and shaped great rings in the sky going from one shape to another. She felt truly happy to have caught this sight in her eyes and in my memory, thinking she had surely seen the face of God above her in the birds. 

As she gazed on this wild intelligence above she felt the power and the intent of the birds making her more alive inside and out. 

Love from Rose Marie. 

Comments about upcoming events for me with some reference to the Dream mentioned in the above Blog. 

I am going on pilgrimage  in later March, following in the footsteps of Saint Paul and also going to Patmos, the place where Saint John, the Divine was banished and where he wrote his “Revelation.” Edgar Cayce reading materials links the churches in revelation to our chakras. 

I looked up most of the Bible references about the book of life and I came away with the impression that in order to get yourself into the book of Life a person would have to be a great Lover of God and others, and just for good measure, a lover of enemies also. 

The book of Life is also said to be a record on the stein of time of all that we do and is linked to the Akashic Record.

The dream connects to the top chakras because of the gold and white, the going up and the accounting of the life. 

I drew a mandala as I talked with a friend about the dream (see first image above) and she said that I drew the wheel of life and the wheel of death. We are on the journey between the two and the weighing of the heart and the name in the book refer to how we are using our time here on earth, and to an accounting that causes our lives to flash before our eyes in the moment of death. 

I will try and write some comments about dreams and about chakras as I go forward with my writing.

I will finish up with this mandal(below) that was read for me over thirty years ago. I feel like it is timeless and applies to me now.

The reading went as follows:-

The Holy Grail is being presented to Rose, so the source of illumination is being presented to Rose. Are you for accepting this? You are brought before the judgement bench. Your bleeding heart is accepted as a penance and you will be given the chance to accept this Grail. It is another step forward in your battle to overcome. Your deepest part of the unconscious is activated now. It is awakening old Gaelic lives and groups you were involved with there. The mysteries were delved in, at a very deep level in past lives and gained much knowledge, which is part of the soul now and is being activated. (Rose Breeda, mentor in 90’s of mine)

Pray for me and I will pray for those who make themselves known to me in comments, hearts and promises of prayers. I may be only getting started. Love you all. Rose Marie.