The Inner Man (Animus)

Posted on July 14, 2026 by rlongwort
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Father Bernie was smoking his pipe again, and Moriah knew he was nearby, as she followed her nose to the origins of the fragrant smell of the tobacco. She found him sitting in an old dilapidated chair at the edge of the turf shed, where the swallows flew over his head to their nest in the roof. The sun was shining on Father Bernie and he had his eyes closed, as his pipe bowl rested loosely in the palm of his hand. They liked the outdoors near the fragrant pines, where they settled in the evening sun for some dream talk.

Father Bernie asked her if the dream, she was relating to him, was written down and Moriah said no, not yet. He seemed irritated, and said that she was inconsiderate to the dream, not to write it down. He wanted her to remember that this dream was just for her. As he had said before, God’s forgotten language is available to her, if she writes it down right away, gathering clearer details of the raw dream. 

Associations come then and with that interpretation.That is food for her soul, before God and herself, if treated with respect, he declared, bringing truth with it to the dreamer. Also it gave her a chance to get her reflections on her own dream, not having to depend on him for some associations that might better come from her.

The drawing of the blue and orange face linked to a dream

Moriah felt bad that she had neglected to write the dream down. She volunteered she had painted a picture of the dream and another one of some faces. He seemed content to take a look at them.

When he looked at her drawing of the face, he peered at it from many angles. He looked to the right and to the left testing his insight, as he tried to read into the drawing.

He thought she should not let her difficult mood, as represented by the driver in her dream, be in charge of her life. This man was the driver on a lower narrow road, and they could not get around the 90 degree corner. The road was circular with no exit.

This lower power masculine inside her was demanding and impatient, as she was with her Geroidi. She needed to make choices that did not hurt him or anyone else.

She needed to get out of this vehicle, put her own feet under her and be grounded.

The drawing went along with her dream, he said. He thought the eye was unfocused in the blue side of the face. The blue side with the nose looked hungry and mean. He had a lot of teeth and might eat up the yellow side, keeping Moriah on a lower narrow road that was going nowhere. The yellow side was not allowed to escape this crazy way in an endless circle.

Possessed with a negative masculine

To counter this tendency to be bossy she had available to her also,  a sacred feminine within, who would treat her husband as sacred, looking for ways to meet his needs and be there for him. She would have to apply her feminine side to nurture her husband, and her inner masculine side would be nurtured by that too.

This would bring about healing to his sprained ankle and to her also, as she tended to him with oils and hot steamy towels. She would listen for his breathing at night when he was asleep and breath with him and practice her own breathing exercises. This would get her to release herself from the power house masculine, she called on to feel in control.

Moriah reflected on her reactions to Geroidi, her impatience and her many moods. No wonder she was having such a frustrating, stuck feeling dream to contend with. She could see what Father Bernie was saying and she thought she could see a way forward again, get out of her present impasse without judgement and with compassion and humility.

All of this direction went very well with her and boded better times for her and her husband Geroidi. They would find respect for each other. She would know that her husband is sacred the way he is, breathing and walking beside her, concerned for her and she loving him too.

Later that day, she agreed to his request to look at a horse for sale. She was out in the hot sun and she never complained and she walked beside him, while he did his business buying the horse. She had a lovey chance to observe many things in nature, which fed her soul.

All the best from Rose Marie.

Notes:

Animus is the archytype of the inner man in a woman, which is often represented, as a man figure in the dream.

Also in this blog there is an effort to relate how to change the negative masculine to positive and also how to call on inner feminine within, who will educate, depotentiate the difficult inner man.

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Exploring Dreams: Moriah’s Journey in a Dream Group

Posted on June 6, 2026 by rlongwort

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Exploring Dreams: Moriah’s Journey with Father Bernie

Posted on May 25, 2026 by rlongwort
Hedgehog walking on forest floor covered with leaves and moss
A hedgehog carefully moves among leaves and moss.

Moriah had meditated in the night and a dream came to her, after that time, when she went back to sleep, before the dawn. She decided she would need some help and set out to visit with Father Bernie, to see what he made of the dream. When she got to Bernie’s house, he was getting ready to take a walk, in the lane, through the bogland with his three hedgehogs, a mother and two babies. He had found the mother, as a baby and he had often kept a warm hand over her, when she slept on his pillow, sometimes wrapping her in a small blue striped cap. The mother hedgehog trusted him with her two little babies at his house. Moriah trusted him with her dream also.

They sauntered on the green pathway, toward the bogland, with promises and primroses in the banks, glowing in wheels of open, pale yellow flowers. Her dreams danced among the green and and the pale yellow flowers, interrupted by the hedgehogs only a little. “Tell me what your unconscious is saying to you” is all Father Bernie said.  

Moriah said “ I’m caring for a baby that might fall down, if I do not watch out for him and keep my hand on him. He is on my pillow and I have left him there. In the second dream, I am up on a cliff and I want to get down from there in spite of being blocked on both sides. Inside there is a young man, at a desk. He tells me that there is only one way down and that is through a small white door. I open the wooden door. Tattered looking people, all colors, stand on the narrow stairs that goes down, down to a way out. They filled the space and there was very little movement. The people had lots of  dusty trash bags with them, full almost to the top. The air was dusty too. The bags were left down beside them as they waited.”

reflection in the bog water.

Bernie listened attentively, as he now stood beside a bog hole and looked into the dark reflective water to ponder the dream. 

He could see the refections of their clothes  and even the hedge hogs’ reflections, as they went close to the edge of the bog hole, looking for grubs to eat, with a little chat to each other as they went.  

Father Bernie remembered to Moriah another dream, where she was assessing her life and wanted to be included in God’s Book of Life. Moriah said the man in this dream, giving her instructions, was very similar to the one, who had the Book of Life, in that previous dream. His desk, chair and fez hat were the same.  

Father Bernie thought her two dreams were connected, one with a falling down of the baby due to inattention and the other with an impatience with wanting to get down. Moriah talked about her struggles with impatience with her husband and being unwilling or unable to change at all.

Father Bernie noticed that Moriah was falling over asleep on the grass, around the boghole and he slipped off to be on his way. He knew better than to wake her up, as she had a little temper, when she was half asleep. 

Moriah had a long complicated dream with Father Bernie saying stuff she faintly heard and received news about a lover with whom she wanted to connect. He was her first love and she had forgotten all about him. She had replaced him with that which had turned into trash bags full of the trash of life. 

The trash bags, were now held by a jester, who wanted to exchange them for some truth and  humility. He suggested she had a habit of making herself into a God in the situations she found herself in. She needed to strip, if she wanted to get down from her false heights, her false gods, where she made herself the authority. 

He suggested that she was like the people on the stairs, that she was the people on the stairs. She needed to touch the bottom and crawl under the smoke of her bottomless pit and find a way out. This was the only way she could let go of her grief for leaving her first true love. 

This bright little fellow with long curly hair and a bright beyond reasonable brightness coming out of his shirt, turned his back on her, as she dreamed on. With great effort she called to him as he turned to leave. 

Replacements

He said she would have to fall madly in love with her First Love again and that was the only way she would find balance and the baby would be safe. She could sit down right now under a tree and start talking to him again. This was her inner lover and her spiritual destiny to be with him.

As she got up, to go, in her dream, her body rolled over and into the bog hole and sunk just a little into the black brown mud. She was sure she got a little push from the jester. She never fell in before. She lay there going over the details of her dream and cooling off in the shadows. 

It was not easy to climb back out, as the sod gave way some, but eventually she was able to haul herself out onto the solid side held together with gorse and plants.

To be continued….

Comments: See blog titled “The Book of Life” dated 25th March 1925. 

Inanna Myth:  reference is to how Innana was stripped of all her earthly possessions, as she climbed down into the underworld where she was reduced to her pelt. 

All the best from Rose Marie thinking about her pelt.

A

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Morning Meditations: Embracing Nature’s Beauty

Posted on September 27, 2025 by rlongwort
The view from the back door.

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.

A borrowed hunter’s neon orange hat.

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. 

West Virginia State Park

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
At the Golf Course in Bridgewater

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. 

Sunrise across the street

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. 

In the morning light

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.

a week at the beach
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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. 

The Acropolis in Athens

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 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.

Sitting in the cave
Where Saint John wrote his rerelation

“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.” 

Forgive them all

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.

Queen of the river

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
3,000 year old pots

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

Outside the entrance to the cave

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.

Saint John’s Monastery above the cave

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.  

View back to the Sea.

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.

Patmos where Revelation was written.

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. 

Wildflowers inn Greece in Springtime

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. 

Sunset over the western mountains.

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.

From the dreams

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.

From the dreams

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.

Howth Harbour
The island of Ireland’s Eye off Howth Harbor
The view from the cliff’s on back side of Howth Head

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.

A recent doodle

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.

This might be a self portrait

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.

PS

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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