I am clasped in  this early light of morning, watching the fog life out of the Vally around this house near Cast in West Virginia. I hear some sounds from the roof, as the tin lets go of a heavy dew, that has been accumulating in large drops overhead above the porch, in a constant busy sound.  Other sounds come from a small squirrel, grey with a white chest.  He had a definite interest in the grey house door, as if he might have started knocking if I was not there.

I’m still laughing as I sit here because a hummingbird came right up to me, over my head and then flew under the brim of my peaky hat and into my face so that, when I open my eyes, there was a little hummingbird with its long beak pointing right between my eyes, flying at a great speed in place, as they do. I was wearing a bright neon orange hunter hat, which may have been the attraction for the humming bird. Then I returned to meditation and some suppressed laughter. 

Moses asks God if he could see his God’s face. God says that he will come to him, and that he will protect him. And so God says I can go by you, if you stand on that stone, if you slip into the cleft of the rock. I will put out my hand to protect you. 

God is putting out his hand of love towards us. And then God says that when I have gone by, you will see the backside of me. This backside of God is surely the beauty, which is the hummingbird, which is the queen Ann’s lace and the other ten thousand beautiful things on the earth. We are surrounded by the light of the world, which is hidden beneath, and in plain view, sending up life that is the light of the world. This is the light of man also. 

And the Light shineth in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not. 

Saint Kevin of Glendalough, in County Wicklow, in Ireland chooses a cave high above the path to be in contact with God. It was small and was his cleft in the rock. He put both his arms out in opening his heart to God. His cave was so small that  one arm stuck outside the cave. A little bird started to build her nest in the palm of his hand. The story has it that he keeps that nest in his hand until the fledglings had flown away. 

 I found a picture of Saint Kevin with a bird in his hand. (I was doing a little cleaning out) I wondered at the time if he was like Saint Francis. I got the above answer from Siri Amrita a few days later. “Synchronicity” we said.

This morning I read about Ruth. I was moved at the description of how Boaz noticed her and I was moved by their words to each other. She said to him “who am I that you have knowledge of me. I am a stranger.”  She fell on her face in front of him in humbleness. Later she found where he slept on the trashing floor and she laid at his feet.

There was a field involved, belonging to Ruth’s deceased husband. Boaz sat outside the city with the elders and he had to give Naomi a shoe, as part of the deal. The field would be inherited by Boaz’s and Ruth’s children. The Shoe was  a symbol that the grandchildren of Naomi will inherit this field. It stays in the family it originally came from. Good honest inheritance issues. 

Recently, I had a dream about my husband and he has one shoe up in his arm. In the nights before my marriage to him, I saw him dressed for a wedding, in costly clothes, some centuries back. We are told that all things will be brought to our remembrance. I presume it refers to that which will be helpful to us to remember, triggered by high emotions, prior to the wedding, in my case. 

I am getting ready to teach 4 classes on “Chakras” starting next week. That they exist and are the interface between us and our God, is my starting place.  

We can reach out of this earthy existence into the fact that we are eternal beings and that God wants to give power to us so that we can see the face of God and not die. (The class is over now and was a very busy month teaching and putting the class together.)I will blog about the highlights later. 

If you want to delve into how you might receive this Higher Self/Holy Spirit and find out how to entertain angels in your own life, be sure to let me know. I work as a dream counselor, five days a week as needed. I look forward to hearing your tales of a lost shoe, faces looking out of your head, chest and belly at the same time, and tales of finding an inner hum as you meditate. We will find wisdom in your dreams, however long or short and I will receive them as clues on your journey to be more whole, in oneness and in atunement.

Love from Rose Marie.