Autumn Leaves were falling down from the beautiful trees and the dew in the morning was so thick, as to look like a mist in the distance, as it continued to fall on Moriah. She was glad she had her umbrella with her to keep her dry, as she sat before sunrise to travel on her donkey and cart. Would this be the day to turn for home at the end of the day or would she continue on her travels? Sometimes her donkey made the decision to go for home, sometimes she just wanted to sleep in her own bed.
September was her last chance to go west for a spell. She wanted to climb high and go in the footsteps of other pilgrims, before the winter set in and it was too cold. At home she felt all bricked up and no where to go. Traveling would help her now.
Her uncle Bernie knew the boreens and he took the opportunity to go with her. They would talk about dreams, and the spirit and maybe even past lives. Bernie liked to talk of past lives with the Leprechauns living in the nearby hills.
Her uncle was a sort of confessor to her and she talked of her rage against Geroidi. Moriah always felt she was right, as she got caught in the emotions of anger. She always felt broken after a fit of anger. Once she threw a small plate at the wall to try and get him to fix whatever situation she was enraged about. She was never able to find that plate again and now could not even remember what she was so mad about. She wondered if her anger had pushed the plate into another dimension.
When the sun was high, Bernie hopped down from the cart, pulled the donkey harness free and let the hungry animal eat his fill of grass, near the bog holes, dotting the way in the midlands. Bernie took out tea and oatmeal cakes and set up for breakfast.
How Moriah loved the taste of sweet tea and butter on oatcakes, still holding the last heat from the turf coals that cooked them earlier. They were just a little singed at the sides, that gave a great nutty flavor to the oat cakes. And there were many sweet ripe blackberries to be had on nearby bushes.
Then Bernie said he would like to help her get a hold of that part of her that had been blown apart by anger in another time. He would help her find a lost piece of herself. Moriah trusted him and agreed, if it would help with her relationship.
The sun was warm and Moriah easily fell in with Bernie’s suggestions regarding safety, support and protection, before asking her to relax herself completely, going inside to call on her own light to show her, her past. She felt a golden tongue shaped light lick her forehead and she dropped down into another world.
Moriah stared at her unshod feet. Her big toe was larger than in this life and a little bent. Then she could hear the tapping of a hammer, as she was bricked in, putting a wall in place, she could not open. They were small bricks and were placed, so she could not push or pull them out.
She felt that push in behind the wall that prevented her from coming out. It did not stop her pushing against the wall with her shoulder, or crying into the still air. Eventually, she settled into the deep silence. She saw a beautiful man with a pale pink and blue tie around his neck and below an open heart space full of white shining light. This angel, pulled her out of that cold dark place.
When Moriah came back to her place in the bog land, she was half in the present and half in the past. She thought of her relationship with Geroidi and how his love for her held her very secure. She would never let a past karma sin take her into deep anger again. She appreciated the bulwark of strength that he provided for her. In that half light, she remembered that karma comes from other sins she committed in the past.
Moriah lay back down on the soft green earth, and watched the leaves float down gloriously from the blue heaven above her. She did not know from which tree they came, but each one came down, as a little boat, never turning over with their now dry upturned sides. Sometimes two came down near each other on the same air currents, following a dance together, back and forth and then skirting together into the brown water of the bog hole, checkered with orange, yellow, brown and golden leaves.
When it was time to finish up, Bernie asked Moriah to bring some light, to that which she wanted, going forward. Moriah was determined to find her Holy Place, whether she was at home or abroad, within herself, in her dreams or in prayer or meditation. Her hands clean and her heart pure, because she would remember the anger was from a lost part of herself. Brought back with her memory of the wall, long forgotten in the distant past, she now could heal, not using that energy for anger, but insisting on prayers for Geroidi, rather than angers, because God wanted both her and Geroidi to be happy together on earth and in Heaven. That is the coin of the realm to which she wanted to belong. And with that thought she headed for home to make a delicious supper for both of them.
All the best from Rose Marie.
We did past life regressions on the ARE Tour to Peru. I was there in early October 2026. Karen was our specialist in the guided Soul Journeys.
