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Morning Meditations: Embracing Nature’s Beauty

Posted on September 27, 2025 by rlongwort

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.

A rock in West Virginia. Did our ancestors find it to be a good rock to wait for God to go by?

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.

A stamp of Saint Kevin and his bird, who nested in his hand as he meditated.

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.

I painted this water color twenty years ago of myself, on the left and my mother on far right. I gifted it to her one year when I was back in Ireland. My mother stared at this painting for a long time and then said I had painted a picture of her grandmother (herself).

Love from Rose Marie.

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Surprised

Posted on August 30, 2025 by rlongwort

I was surprised to see I interpreted one of my own watercolor drawing in 2017. Here it is again. I enjoyed looking at it again.

Interpreting a Watercolor

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For I know the Plans I have for Thee

Posted on July 29, 2025 by rlongwort

Angel of the Morning, don’t let me walk away…Angel of Life, enter my body and bring life to my limbs, just as you are bringing life to the limbs of these beautiful trees here at the golf course, just as you bring life into the river. Life flows it along, bringing the water of Life to this Shenandoah Valley and bringing life to me. That is what we are really after, acknowledging the water of life inside of us. Meditation opens me to seeing this oneness of all, all around me. I sit at the bench in silence for a while.

The Holy Spirit has a a job to be with me, to be alongside me, as I walk. I used to think it was my job to manufacture the Holy Spirit in me, but this Holy Spirit has been sent. Jesus spoke about it several times before his crucifixion. “I will send you the Paraclete.”

I am changing from carrying the Holy Spirit in some kink of box, into walking along here with me, by the golf course. I am arm in arm with my Holy Spirit, sent to me, who has the job of being helpful to me specifically. I always feel I am in charge and elbow the Holy Spirit out of existence, or at least back behind me. I am having a different kind of conversation with the Holy Spirit, this morning.

I am walking barefoot along the edge of the golf course, on the grass. I see there are a lot of different plants taking advantage of this beautiful place. Mother Earth, it is good to walk on your breast in my bare feet. And when I walk into the flowing river, protect my old feet from the stones. As usual I have a great attraction for the water, to step into it this morning, to say thank you to the river for its acceptance of all that it is used for, for its beauty, and its refection, for its feeding of the great trees along its banks, for cooling me down this hot morning.

The North River in Bridgewater with its many reflections.

The Life in the river is the light of God flowing through. It is holy. Make me comprehend it. The Light shineth in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.

It is a day or two later and the dream before I wake up is long and strong. It comes as an answer to my wish to sort out some conflict and I am given a dream. In the dream I collude with someone, who causes the death of a child. I am not blameless in the situation. It is the sin of a past life.

It tells me that the sins of the past are revisited on you and that you suffer for what you do or are part of in the past. I see the person is unhurt now in this life but the dream is showing me hurt committed in a past life.

It helps with forgiveness for what I perceive as bad treatment in this life. I still can pull myself away from these relationships but must remember that I have no business cursing others for what they do to me. It was like the situation, when David is cursed by the old woman, who knew of his sin. David said “let her alone, God allow this to happen.” He accepted that the hurt to him was allowed by God and is in payment for his sin, which involved life and death of one of his soldiers and the soldier’s wife.

Meditation at sunset at First Landing State Park in Virginia.

My dream involved inheritance issues, life and death, in earlier centuries. It is a familiar story. I sinned, was guilty, in that I allowed that sin to happen. I am kept out by others now because of it and mostly refuse to accept that all that happens to me does so for God’s good reasons. You do not get away with any jot or tittle ever. Think twice before you bring suffering to others.

I will pray and I will meditate and I will believe that I can and will follow the statues of the Lord’s way for me. I am praying for God’s plan for me rather than Rose’s plans. That is the promise, that Jesus will ask the Father for what ever we ask, provided it is in accord with “his statues.”

“For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper and not harm you, to give you hope and a future.”

The deer on the path around Shenandoah Lake near Harrisonburg.

Love from Rose Marie.

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Forgiveness Again

Posted on June 18, 2025 by rlongwort

While waiting for the bathroom, (in Athens, at the Acropolis) the attendant directed me toward the staff bathroom. This line had to cross through the men’s bathroom line. Some tall heavy man thought we were butting into the men’s line. His arms were folded and he put them up into the air, together, to let us know he did not want this. We reassured him.

Another man had a red glassy rosary beads, going through his fingers, as he waited in line. We laughed at the lines and then he told me he was from Ireland and he said that the cross on his rosary beads was a forgiveness cross. On the back was printed “Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they are doing.”

While studying for Bible Group, I opened to the subject of forgiveness. I came away a freer person, because, yes I do have to forgive, I do have to let go of all my unforgiving thoughts, all my justifications. Truly my sins are forgiven, as I prevent the negative thinking from taking hold of me again and again, seventy times seven.

So pleased to have visited Patmos and the Cave of Saint John.

In a recent meditation, before traveling to Patmos, I wrote as follows:-

God owns you. You belong to God. Forgiveness, before hand, give it to others; forgiveness. Everyone belongs to God. We all came from the same place. God wants us all back. So give them all forgiveness. Then you are giving Love to the Lord, YOUR NEIGHBOR AND YOURSELF. And that envelopes you in the Love of God. So that God owns you. Because if “you do it to the least of these my brethren, you do it to me.”

And bear in mind Jesus’s words from the cross, “forgive them Lord, they know not what they are doing.”

The combination of the cross, and the pyramid and the face of the Lord all combine in this picture

Trust you are owned by God. And it makes you free. That is the truth right there. It is an ideal to forgive. Give that love beforehand. Know that is what you are doing, no mistake.

And if I can not forgive, then something gets caught in my throat, all the usual words falling out of my mouth. Is it safe to get my self out from under the alter, and face the bent and stiff necked complainers in my throat.

Put on the white raiment. Walk between the above and the below.

The Church of Sardis is the fifth Church mentioned in Revelation and is associated with the Throat center, the fifth chakra.

This is what it says about this chakra/church in Revelation. Chapter 3, verses 4-5.

“Thou hast a few names even in Sardis, which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white, for they are worthy. He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name, out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father and before his angels.”

A marvelous promise from God to us, as we have that faith that encompasses our connection with God and puts us into forgiving others, and been forgiven by God, because we forgive others.

“Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors” or “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespasses against us.” are the words from the “Our Father.”

Yesterday, I was surrounded by the Glory of God. One hundred or more swifts were flying close over the North River in Bridgewater, within feet of where I am walking. They were moving as a body, against the current. The water was deeper in parts and flowing over stones. The birds dived, and slanted and fell toward the water within feet of my walk, picking off some invisible small stuff. I could see the sun catching the metallic blue color on their backs. There was a flow to what they were doing giving room to each other as they moved up the river. I feel truly grateful for this sight so close to me.

As we move up and into our river of life today, let us lament to God about that which is difficult in our life knowing that God has our back, and that there is a stock of swifts flying with us showing us how to pick our way through.

Let me lament the difficult dream and the reference to my left side being out of balance. Let me give over all that besets me and insist that the dream is a gift from God and that I AM IN HIS HANDS.

I just had an insight about my dream that I had this morning. There was a pride of LIONS under my table and the female came up to me, locked eyes with me, and licked me on the neck.

I believe I am working on my 5th chakra and I will read about Daniel in the Lions Den. I feel pleased suddenly that I made this connection for myself, relating to God having Daniel’s back and I need this support tool.

The crack in the ceiling through which came the voice God to St John.

I am getting back to some counseling. If you want help opening the Pandora Box of your dreams, I will be there to help you if you get scheduled. I look forward to doing this important work with you and it is important work for me to work with you. This is your opportunity to be of help to me and me to you. My Mission is to bring others to the truth of themselves so they too can be of service as they walk in the River of their marvelous life. Love you and all the best from Rose Marie.

I love that mountain laurel in the Shenandoah Mountains in late spring

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Understanding Revelation: Saint John’s Spiritual Legacy

Posted on May 23, 2025 by rlongwort

I went on a guided tour to Greece and Turkey in Early April. I always wanted to visit the island of Patmos, where Saint John the Divine wrote his Book of Revelation (Last book of Bible.) I saw it as my chance to fulfill this desire, as the tour had a plan for a four hours visit to Patmos, at the end of the trip.

Patmos is an Agean island, not far from the Turkish coast, now owned by Greece. Saint John ran afoul of the Emperor in Roam, for his Christianity, and was banished to Patmos and was there in his nineties, when, our guide told us, he wrote his Revelation.

John, was a very close companion of Jesus and spent his life trying to live into the teachings of Jesus. In Revelation, Saint John wrote an account of being touched by God, while in “meditation on the Lord’s Day” His account follows his own experience of fighting the good fight, to be part and parcel of God’s kingdom here on earth. The final chapters give us a glimpse of the Tree for the Healing of the Nations and many other promises

I have had a love for Revelation, having studied it with my mentor in 1990s and continued to use it personally to the present time. I have read it innumerable times since the 2000s putting a recording on my phone, and more recently reading it in its entirety, whenever I get the inkling to do so. It takes just over an hour and if you are riding a stationary bike it takes less time. It never fails to bring me peace.

This book of Revelation, shows something of the fight between the forces of good and evil, between choosing the Way to God or the opposite. This fight puts us into that feeling of devestation, Apockalypse, as we turn the corner away from the belief in the material and into our true Self and Soul. The Seven Churches, were John’s interface between him and God, and an account of the conflict that ensues, as he examines what stands in the way of the flow of life and spirit, advocated by Jesus.

I love the individual promises laid out after references to each individual church.

“I give you the “Morning Star,” I make you a “Piller in the House of God” and many more.

I think of Revelation, as something that gives me spiritual strength, and as a Mental Health Counsellor, a way for me to confront evil, fears and doubts.

Our guide, in Patmos, told us Saint John, The Divine, had a helper who stayed with him in the cave. There was a slanting stone shelf, sticking out from the wall, at chest level, for the writing to be done. Below that and to the left was a scooped out cavity, where she said Saint John placed his head. There was also a place, scooped out, where John put his hand and pulled himself up.

The guide pointed out the place where the voice of God came to John. She said it split the cave ceiling three ways, represented by undulating dips in the ceiling.

I sat briefly on the bench placed in the center, as many people circled around. I am looking for the blessing to be gained from being in the same place as John, who not only wrote Revelation, but also was with Jesus for years during his life.

I had a dream about the Book of Life just before I went on this trip to Patmos(see last post of the Moriah story). My main concern in the dream was the question, “Is my name written in the Book of Life?” I was not allowed to see in the dream, but it started me upon a new way of looking at my life for evidence that my name will be written into the Book of Life. I may have some time yet on the earth to work it all out, so the my name can appear in the Book of Life.

Stateside in the Virginia Mountains with the Mountain Laurel

Love from Rose Marie.

PS: I will teach a class at the Ice House, in Harrisonburg on the Chakras, in the Fall, making reference to John’s teachings in Revelations (Life Long Learning Institute with James Madison University.)

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The Book of Life

Posted on March 9, 2025 by rlongwort

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.

The colors of the fez hat depicted on Redish Know in West Virginia on the guard rail

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.

The trees on Reddish Know casting some shadow, leaning with the wind.

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.

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Dreams and the Donkey

Posted on August 14, 2024 by rlongwort

Moriah’s was sitting high in her trap pulled by her donkey. She loved to hear the iron wheels on the stones in the road, giving her a sense of getting away from her cottage. She sat on the cushioned side seat, holding the reins lightly. She stopped her cart in Laragh and picked up her friend Rishin.

Pleased to be up and away from the chores.

As they travelled they talked of old and new religions.”Mixing two religions was like joining a potato and an onion seed and what would you get?” said her friend. Moriah said that you would get another vegetable all together, if you were successful, but you would still have a vegetable, just the same as the old and the new religions are still religions. “The sap runs through the vegetable and the sap runs through the religions.” said Moriah. Rishin mused about that underground something that pervades all religions and that underground something that provides all vegetables.

The spring time vegetables were many and varied

The underground something in meditation came up and Rishin said she never knew when something would wake her up, with her eyes feeling like they were propped open with matchsticks. Then she would give in to doing a meditation and her whole being would relax. At such times she felt part of the plan of God and felt rich and safe with that underground something holding her in its embrace.

Moriah said she was always glad when she made that separation into her own space, separate from Gerodi, in the middle of the night. She could in safety open herself to the everlasting doors and await the Presence.

The river and the trees were everlasting doors to Moriah

Moriah told Rishin that last night she dreamed that she found herself on a hill, which reminded her of the Hill of Howth, near Dublin. She lived there on that promontory surrounded by the Irish Sea, when she was younger. The view of Dublin Bay is great, and the pathways many, through the heather and the blackberry and yellow furze bushes.

In her dream, she was lost, and was in a cul-de-sac. There were stone walls surrounding her with an iron bar on top. A man, with very long legs came to the rescue. She only saw his long legs.

The back side of Howth Head where the dream was located

Then Moriah was with another man, someone she fancied in her thirties. He was emotional about the fact that he found her, and was all choked up about discovering her. She did not reciprocate this love but was very pleased to be so loved, so cared for. She was pleased to have his emotions securely around her. Moriah was in love with the power that this beloved would give her.

Rishin said that it looks like the tall legged helper of the first dream morphs into the lover later. Moriah is stuck in her perception of how to reach toward God on the Mountain High and so finds herself in a cul-de-sac. The second dream is telling her of an attitude that does not help her get closer to the beloved.

The men figures are Moriah’s go between her and God, she will have to figure out how to bridge that gap between the lover’s great feeling for her and her lack of feelings for the lover, standing in for God.

Moriah wondered how she would get compassion into her bowels for others, or how would she get it in there for God. She would have to think how she would do that now, to do something, anything, to not be lost in that beautiful Hill of Howth. She could practice on her husband, Garodidi. Putting love into the food, into the garden, into caring for herself and others were some of the many paths she would consider.

Moriah tipped her donkey with her rod and the little animal broke into a fast trot, as the rain began to fall. They were near where Druid Bernie would be found. He might help them with the dream, as well as giving them a hot cup of tea.

The donkey knew the way and felt anxious to have a bite of hay and some well water laid out for her. She was going so fast she had to skid to a halt at the door.

Druid Bernie, on hearing the comotion, greeted them with a hearty shout of acclimation inviting them in for hot tea and some brown bread that he would soon lift out of the coals, with a crust that held in a delicious interior, telling tales of perfect creamy sour milk and newly ground flour, all light as a feather.

The little donkey finished up her fodder and she looked in over the green half door at the three sitting around the turf fire, burning yellow. She could see the remains of the bread crust and some creamy butter melting in the white butter dish. The empty cups were abandoned around the marble table top. The faces were red from the fire, the talk, and from the hot tea.

The donkey’s head rested on the half door, and she was enjoying the warm turf and bread smoked air coming out over the door. She nodded off and had a dream that she was busy holding back a blue and white angel, who wanted to behead Moriah for her attitude to God. The poor donkey was trying her best, making great heart pounding efforts to save Moriah from the mad angel. All this struggle caused her to bellow in her sleep and when she woke up Moriah and Father Bernie were petting her head. The donkey felt loved and safe then and was glad she got out of that nightmare.

Love from Rose Marie.

I am moving the blogs about Moriah to earlier in the nineteenth century instead of the far distant past. Druid Bernie survives.

I had three threatening events in the past week or so. The first was lightening that struck something near me and I felt a surge come up through me and out may left hand. I screamed and staggered indoors.

The second was an old truck that was on the wrong side of the road near North River gorge. Gerry was driving and slammed to a stop. I closed my eyes and the truck got on the other side of the road.

The third thing that happened, was a rotten tree in the Arboretum, decided to fall as we went past. I ducked and screamed. It fell in an instant.

Only after finishing my blog the way I did, did I realize that I had a few near misses lately.

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At the Beach Waiting

Posted on July 3, 2024 by rlongwort

Water birds greeted us each morning, one to a post.

A decision to camp out in the First Landing State Park under pine trees and to sleep on that lovely crystal sand was decided on some months ago. The bugs were many and varied and they tried to eat us early and late. The pine roots poked into our old back bones, until we got a new blow up mattress. The temperature rose, as the week went on and we made use of ice, cold water showers, the breeze, the bay and ocean to cool us off.

I was scheduled for a zoom yoga class three mornings at 5.00 am and this got me to the bay beach well before sun-up. There were clear skies and beautiful sunrises every day as well as a waxing moon.

All the while, we were at the beach we, as a family, were waiting for the arrival of a new baby grand niece. We saw the photos of the baby inside in the mother’s womb and the baby looked like a girl to me. We all looked forward to the new arrival.

The mother-to-be showed us photos of her and her husband at the arboretum in Harrisonburg and the photo of the pond showed something in the water that looked just like an umbilical cord. That happened a few days before the birth. On the last early morning at the beach I looked up at sunrise and the sun caught the side of a cloud and again made an umbilical cord string shape, back and forth, in the sky. I felt it was connected to the birth and the light in the string was an indication to me of a birth soon, an in-coming new soul into this earth.

We were camped at that part of the campground that was near the Fort Story base. We heard the taps each morning and on Friday morning heard the music associated with the navy, army and marines. I love that band music that fills the air. A woman toting binoculars asked me if I had seen the coyote on the beach. I had not. She said that a family of coyote/wolves lived on the base and all of them “sang”with the band. I was not able to distinguish that howling, as separate from the band.

There was a long wooden built pathway from the campground to the beach. If you sat on one of the seats in the alcoves along the way, you could feel the vibration in your seat, as soon as someone started walking on the boards, even if they were far away from you. When I felt such a vibration, as I put on my shoes, after being on the beach, I expected to see someone.

I looked up to see two young people, carrying a baby. Both were tall good looking people. We stopped to talk a little. The baby stared unsmiling at me but when I cooed at him, he half smiled. He was five months old. His name was Atlas.

Texted to me by a friend – from Medicine Cards

I had just seen the “umbilical cord” in the sky and I told them about my niece having a baby. The young man carrying his baby said it was “a sign.” I agreed wholeheartedly. We laughed and the baby, who was faced outwards, reached little hands toward me and I dutifully put my head into those baby arms. I was filled with such happiness and felt blessed and blessed the baby and his family. My niece’s baby arrived safely soon after that.

I painted a little at the beach and hope to paint more. I went to dream group before I left for the beach and painted the five participants. I was a bit preoccupied with the drawing and missed the source of great laughter at one point. I joined in to get the benefits of the glee, as I paid more attention. The way the dream read sounded a little “risky.” They enjoyed seeing the painting emerge without wanting to know, who was who, and I was glad of that. One participant said “You are my people.”

I love my dream groups, whether I am one of the participants or whether I am leading the group. I loved an impromptu group with four mid twenty year olds who are facing relationship decisions. Their support for each other was great to see. I also loved the dream group, where there were at least two octogenarians present. Very rich connection comes of such dream sharing.

Finally I was early for church one morning and I walked by Silver Lake in Dayton. I am rehabilitating my knees and legs to take longer and better steps. I met two women, I knew. One works with dreams also and the other attended my JMU Life Long Learning dream class that I taught in 2023. I asked for a dream and both gave me one. This makes my day.

Sometimes President Trump makes his way into dreams and I have this idea that he takes the projection of the dreamer that is inside them, relating to a difficult father. The image from the dream was of seven maidens, dressed in burkas, riding bikes, on their way to kill President T. with special cigarettes that would render T. and all those around him comatose or worse. There was more….

Dancing in the Dream with my maidens – We had a knife to throw at a man from my dreams.

I am so amazed with the complexity of the images, which brings up the seven maidens, intent on mischief. When she went back to her bed, (still in the dream),)she knew that she would go to sleep again and remember nothing. It is the stuff that dreams are made of, alluding to father issues.

I will sign off for now hoping you have a lovely July. I intend to find water colors to dabble in and real water to swim in, not too shallow in both cases. You can pray for a helpful vibe to come through me in this my dreamwork. Some day it may benefit you when you bring me a dream. I will be waiting.

Making use of the melon shell, as a salad bowl at camp. Annabeth the musician (in above photos) was my chef some of the time. (Anmara)

Love from Rose Marie, Dream Interpreter/Spiritual Mentor/ Counsellor

Masters of Arts in Counseling. Licensed Professional Counsellor since 2004. Also MARI(Trained as Teacher in Mandalas Assessment Research Instrument)Instructor. Blogger since 2011.

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Trashing

Posted on June 4, 2024 by rlongwort

The trashing mill came to our farm, when I was a child. It was powered by a big gray whirling belt running between the tractor engine and the trasher. The trasher was at least twice the length of the tractor and it towered over us children. It was made of wood on the outside with a few huge monsters inside to do the trashing.

The local farmers came with the machine and gave their time. Some rode on the machine, feet dangling over the sides with two farmers on the bumper of the tractor. Others rode their bikes and threw them agains the railway wall, as they ran to get the operation going.

The inners of the trasher made a great noise when it was in action, beating the grain out of the oat straw. Voices could be barley heard, as it did its work. The grain came out in the back side into three bags hanging there. Sonnie Hagerty showed us the grain filling the bags. Lifting a full bag looked like a struggle. The straw was used later for bedding for the cows in the winter months.

The chaff came out on the ground to a depth of about a foot. We loved playing in this chaff, a bonus to us kids, from the work of the day. When the great machine went away down our avenue, a great silence descended, as we dove into the chaff, pale yellow and inviting.

The inner drum, with which we have to wrestle.

The following year the tillage was barley. The chaff of this grain was long and was prickly and got into our clothes and itched us. It was October and we had our wool sweaters on. How surprised we were to have to deal with the barley “chaff.” We walked away from it with red faces from the scratchiness of it all. The wind blew the chaff away in the changing windy weather.

Stories come from my clients and from myself that relate to trashing. My client got a difficult text. All kinds of things fell out in front of her and it took a while before she was able to see the bags of grain of her own worth safely put up again. She got into the drum of her mind and found only her own monsters.

When something difficult like this happened to me I have to get out my binoculars to try and see myself go by and see what is up.

A text can feel like the Babylonians are coming or have come and can swamp me until I come upon the fact that it is all in the great plan of God. I do not want to know when I am the source of interpersonal conflict and I need adjusting. That trashing, what I experience as trashing, is some thing that adjusts me.

“For I know the plans I have for you, Plans to prosper you and to not harm you, to give you hope and a future.” The difficult thing in my personal plan prospers me. We prefer to think we are right and the other person wrong. We can be especially fearful of being hurt, holding on to defenses that block any Love from expressing itself.

We became a more developed soul, as we wrestle with our minds, putting our monsters back in their place.

Can we maintain our three bags full of the golden grains of Love and Life. Because we looked for the life in the situation, including enduring a good thrashing, we are strengthened.

It does not seem to be full of grain but other unrelated things looking for a home.

The difficult things I endure, changes me, so that I can be stewed in the pot of life and that I have a better understanding of how to be a better carrier of the Spirit of Love and have that be firmly in place before I leave this magnificent earth place – having figured out how to Love God and our neighbor as myself.

When those hands come at night, all night and slap us, then some layers are slapped off of us, so that we let go of what is between us and this beautiful lovingness, this feeling spreading in your chest, coming through the hands, ripe grains, Life, from the Tree of Life, falling into the song bags of our selves. Thoughts beaten off of us so that we can open the Heart.

When I heard the swords of my Babylonians, a twenty four hour time of prayer, singing, exercising, meditating reduced my tension and brought me a dream.

I dreamed I was sitting at a table with my difficult person, who now is very pleasant to me and I am surprised at their sweetness. I had a pile of papers and I am trying to decipher, which are mine and which belong to the other person. That is my work.

The complex of energy, my personal complex has to be looked into by me. Taking focus off the other person will help. It is not mine to figure out the other person, only in so far as I can say that is not mine. I have to burrow into my psyche to see which thoughts and habits are in me and are less than loving and that holds down the genuine heart love waiting behind the door.

Figuring out what is mine and what belongs to the other

In a later dream the papers are scattered on the floor. I am letting the opportunity to deal with my stuff slip away from me.

I did a mandala of the dream with the papers on the table and the four people around the table.

I like the balance and unity. The colors and shape speak of being defended, an interpretation gleaned from reading mandalas, both shape and color, from my MARI training to be a teacher.

Open my heart to the Face of God, the Love of God, to the Way of God, to the healing of God, to the Plans of God, to the Pillars of God, to a future spanning out beyond the skein of this time on the earth, for learning in the now.

The great trashing machine of my childhood came back to me and I connected it to the psychological trashing that has to happen to us sometimes. — The combination of the cross, the pyramid and the face of the Lord all combine in this picture

May all our thrashings come together, strengthening and balancing us. May all our Heart Love mushroom up and bring us an awareness of our grains of Love, having that which feeds us love and that which allows us to give the Bread of the Angels to others.

Love from Rose Marie

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Prepare Ye the Way

Posted on May 24, 2024 by rlongwort

Last night when meditating, the words that came into my mind were “Prepare ye the way of the Lord.” I have some disciplines and I can do things to prepare.

One of the Ways at Christ Farm Park in Bridgewater.

I had been exercising. I never know which ones, because over this lifetime I have been exposed to myriad lists of exercises. I super impose breathing/kundalini type of moves from Qi Gong and Yoga which are energy based. Physical therapy/stretching is always before me so I can step out into the Way. .

Someone told me in a dream to go back to the knee physical therapy exercises again and I struggled to get them back into my mind yesterday morning. They came back, as I got started. My legs seem to just know those routines. As I heal them, I am reducing the heat and inflammation located in my knees still. The physical body is part of this place of the Way.

Do your Physical Therapy Exercises, Rose.

It seems I am always massaging my sore places, hips and/or knees and shoulder. However a few days can go by and I ignore stiffness and pain and it is more chronic. One of the more recent ways I have learned was combining castor oil massage with infra red lamp. I love how this reduces inflammation and my shoulder bones feel less out of place now. Good hot sunshine works also when I massage castor oil into my bones. The modality of massage with oil and infrared lamp/sunshine change the energies helping me embody the Way.

Recently, when I was in meditation for some time, I noticed a heat coming into the top of the leg bones as they connected inside. This heat increased and went down my legs into the muscles at the back of the leg and seemed to stop above the knees. It lasted a few minutes and got gradually less. I felt touched by this unusual heat, as it did not come as a result of anything I was doing or thinking.

The beautiful morning sun reflected in a puddle of water.

While I was meditating, I was at the same time thinking of something else, as well as half falling back asleep, with just enough unconsciousness to feel this gift of warmth and this fire in my long bones. I was also fall into unconsciousness, in that liminal in-between place, that puts me in touch with the Way of the healing flow.

There was nothing I did to cause this heat, and it seemed like the heat of the sun inside. It is a great warmness to me for this to happen.

My Bible study people prayed for healing for my legs. They ask the Lord to do this for me. I am very thankful. I am walking more enthusiastically now and working on posture while walking.

This past week or two, I wanted to get up to see the sun rise, meditate and exercise, early. My Bible study leaders said they go to their respective places to get into their Bible Study every morning and communicate with the Lord above. She said she sings to the Lord (even though she says she can not sing well) and when she is finished her morning routines, she sees her husband still kneeling at the back of the chair with his head on the top, completing his disciplines.

I sometimes like to say my prayers/meditation in my bed but know I do a lot better job by going to the same place, in another room, and meditating there every day. I have this idea that I do not want to be touched at all, by a hand or foot, when this meditation is going on but that is impossible to achieve, if I stay in my bed, as the other is asleep and unconscious and anything can happen when I stay in my bed.

When I don that great big dressing gown of his, open the window, have some water and sit upright with rugs around me, as necessary, then and only then will I feel right and proper. Meditation is a dimensional move and needs to be respected, as an opening to the spirit and a withdrawal from the things, the loves of the world, to let the Way of the Lord enter.

I accused the leaders of the Bible Study of praying for me early in the morning and getting me out of bed. I have not slept in for the last two weeks. We laughed a lot and they made no denial of such things going on, at the distance between our two houses. I was up anytime after 4 am but mostly nearer to 6 am. I loved the feeling of being able to get a lot done early and walk out side, as the sun rises. What marvelous order in the heavens. The Heavenly Bodies know their Way. This early morning disciplines are my efforts to put some heavenly order into my life.

I likes this little quote which mentions knees and the path together.

I started reading the Bible just over a year ago, in April 2023. I finished it this morning reading Revelations. I had reason to reread Psalms 91 14-16, today and I put my own spin on it when I was reading the Bible through. I send you Love and I send you my interpretation, as follows:

“Because Rose hath set her love upon me (God) therefore will I deliver her (Rose): I will set her on high, because she, Rose, hath known my Name (Great Nameless One, Nearnami.) Rose shall call upon me, God, and I, God, will answer her. I, God, will be with her in trouble. I, God will deliver her and honor her. With long life will I satisfy her and show her my salvation.”

I wish that your disciplines open up like the Spring time flowers, that are flashing us everywhere, in all kind of colors and shapes, so you too will be very satisfied and find your own unique salvation what ever your Way.

Love you all, I pray for you (it is my job) and you will surely pray for me. Thanks for comments and shares or likes. Love You from Rose.

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