A Course on Dreams

To my Prospective Students at Life Long Learning Institute

I can be found at these sites: RoseLongworth.com and Psychology Today

Man and his Symbols is the book I choose to reference. It was written and conceived by Carl Gustav Jung toward the end of his life, as a way to get the attention of the ordinary man. He felt he was 500 years before his time with dream work. He said that “Dreams are unopened letters to ourselves.” Through this course we will open some letters to ourselves. From the Bible they are referred to “God’s Forgotten Language.”

From work with my own dreams and others, the dreams are an organic part of our own offerings, uniquely ours, as if we are an only flower and the dreams are our unique conversation with this flower that is ourselves. 

I drew this image while at LL JMU Open House. I asked a woman for a dream and she told me one and I drew a representation of it here.

I recommend reading the above book and it will stimulate the unconscious, from which the dreams come to us. The book will give you an overview of Dreams, as set out by Marie Louise Von Franz. It is with her material in particular I wish to work with you. I would like you to consider drawing the dreams, recording the dreams and then telling the dream and getting feedback from others during this six week course.

I would like to give you an example from my own dreams on how they change as you work with them, how the underlying feelings can come up and help you see how that feeling may be blocking what it is that is in front of you right now. 

1st dream:- Naked woman picked over and her need for me to help her and my doubt about my ability to do that. See Blog “Keeping Belief in the New Year 2023” recently blogged. 

2nd Dream: a woman who has a book and is writing down how she is not happy about the work I have given her to do. She is noting that I do not have the right attitude to healing myself. 

3rd Dream: My old Dream Mentor is dying off near where I am with others. I interpreted that dream as the need to let go of being the student and becoming a mentor to others myself.

4th Significant Dreams:(see drawing above) I am in a dimly lit alcove, a cone-like structure above and wood looking appearance in the light of oil lamp or candle of other days gone by. I realize that I am there to facilitate the wedding of the man kneeling beside me to the left. Then I become aware that he has some gift for me and it is a black stone that he gives over to the center of my hand. When I turn it over it is carved. I am choked up to be given this marvelous gift. 

I am excited about this dream because the above dreams have morphed into this unity of a coming together. This wedding is an inner marriage, bringing together two aspects of the psyche, the sacred marriage that allows the person to be whole in a spiritual way. My inner work bring this rush of beautiful appreciation and feeling for the work I am to do. 

A baby owl appeared in the dream of a friend of mine. It was being sheltered under the feathers of a hen that was on fire.She loved this mug that is at my house.

I will walk you through “How to record your dreams.” and how to stimulate the unconscious to give you dreams if that is needed.

I will give you “Helpful hints to successfully record, draw and interpret your dreams.” 

These instructions can be found on this web site Rose Longworth Counseling. Click on Resources and find “Instructions for Getting Started with dreams.” As you read and scroll down throng this section you are invited to click on original blog dated March 29th 2018. There you will find ten instructions for getting stared with dreams and 9 instructions on drawing the dream. Also there are instructions for drawing your own mandala. There is also advice on dealing with nightmares. (Compiled for a class/workshop I gave at EMU to a class of master level students.)

Other subject may look at the interpretations of dreams in the Bible. There may be some talk about the Butcher and the Baker and why one lived and one died.

I have the privilege of working with individuals over twenty years, and always found myself asking for dreams. Because I am able to see the feeling in my own dream, my interpretations will be more complete. 

And you are invited to work with me in this group with one of your dreams and to watch them open up to you over the period of the course. You will be well on the way to being your own interpreted, considerer, and watcher of your dreams as they morph and bring you wonder, awe, deep feelings and sometimes cautionary pushes to reign in your shadow. 

I wrote the above to make sure I am ready for the class coming up at the Ice House in Harrisonburg Virginia starting at 10.00 am to 11.15 am on Monday, 30th January, 2023. I look forward to getting started. 

I has a little worry dream about it all last night and it went like this:

A little drawing of the dream

I remember this dream after waking up. I was reading the section of Genesis about the Tower of Babel – you may remember  ..it is about all the people babbling and not being able to understand each other, mostly because they had acquired the wrong attitude to God. 

It triggered remembrance of my dream as follows: I dream I have to read two pages out loud but am worried as I have not read it prior and notice there are symbols within the writing. Someone reassured me I have taught it before and will have no problem with it. 

I could interpret it as giving me reassurance that this is a good time to teach my class and that even though we will be a little intimidated with Carl Jung’s book, we will not be intimidated with our own material, which will come out flowing into our class and we will know and interpret our own symbols deep down, as they come bubbling and babbling into our own minds. 

Love from Rose Marie.  

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Keeping Belief in the New Year 2023.

Image from another later dream.

I dream that I see where I left out two blankets on the back lawn at my old house.  The top of a head comes out from under the blankets near me. It sees me and dashes back in and crosses under the blanket at the farthest corner. But I am there and when they run out they run into me. There are four people. One person is holding a naked woman by the legs and they are running wheelbarrow style together. The others are not noticed if at all.

Naked and wheelbarrow style.

The woman was saving her legs as she cannot walk much and was walking on her arms. She stands up and is emaciated and grey haired. Her body has been attacked and her shoulders have been picked a lot by some bird, a crow, and is all messed up, skin spiking up away from the shoulder joints and other joints also. I have huge feelings around how I am going to help her, especially the joints.

Sometimes I think of myself as part art therapist as I use images to help with interpretation.

As the two weeks go by I have a number of other dreams. One is of an Art Therapist who is helping.  Can not see what she is doing except she is bending over her.  I interpreted that to mean I needed to draw the dream which I have. I rewrote the dream. Later I notice that I left out the shoulders picked over part. I keep looking at the dream, even as I get new dreams about a woman.

Another dream came of a woman, who has a job that I gave to her. She has a little notebook and is looking down. She has written reasons why she does not like the job I gave to her. (The unconscious wants me to change something.

I kept looking at her in my imagination and eventually, either she or I swirled around and I saw her eyes which had star light coming out of them. 

Starlight through the eyes the woman I gave a job to that is not happy with me.

I associated the first dream above to that part of Revelation, concerned with the church of Laodicea, where there are some verses saying…” I spew you out of my mouth because you are lukewarm. Don’t you know you are naked and blind and poor. Buy of me gold tried in the fire and white raiment…. “

The reason for the blindness and nakedness and poverty is because I do not believe I can help this girl, an older woman with hip and leg trouble. I am distraught in the dream that I can not bring her back from her wounds. I do not believe that I can do what is required for healing to happen for her.(even as I ask for healing I have no faith.)

If I consider this naked woman as part of myself, that has autoimmune disease etc, then I need to see how I do not have belief that I can heal myself, no matter how I try.

The church of Laodicea is connected to the Pituitary Gland, the highest center, that is associated with the master gland of the body. It is associated with the third eye and .. “If thine eye be single your whole body is filled with light.” 

Little churches of light on the North River after recent low temperatures.

This master gland can be connected with God, if used aright and it is from where healing goes to ourselves and others. The pituitary can send down a star from Heaven to help us, hence the stars in the woman’s eyes. 

I use the Edgar Cayce Readings to help with locating centers, chakras and glands in the body. One of the books(John Van Aukan) I have found helpful goes through the Book of Revelation. Based on the Edgar Cayce readings, he uses the Revelation material to show us how John the Devine was transformed through his associations with Jesus and through his own meditations, as set out in the last book in the Bible. 

A helpful book if you want some direction relating to meditation, mantra, breathing, and transformation.

The more difficult parts are not about the then political scene but about the internal scene in John, when he fought his way out of the ego, the shadow and went about turning himself around right until he was transformed into the fourth dimension of himself and had access to his higher self, the Christ Spirit, healing and Love. 

Why the picked over shoulders on the woman. It brought me back to the time I was in Ireland and the ram had not bothered to fight off a “scawl” crow who was picking its way to the bone of the hip, as the Ram sat there. (Those were the crows that attached the baby lambs, taking eyes out first. An association to Christ, the Lamb.) 

The upside-down of it all

My brother brought home the Ram and doctored him with some green salve, but I had serious doubts about his recovery. My dreams are trying to have me sink into the feeling of my lack of faith and to change that.

All of this interpretation is to say, I have to get busy and not abandon myself to laziness and generally let myself off the hook with my mad emotions and thoughts, my addictions to sugar etc. I know to change things, because I believe. The action comes out of belief.

I resolve to pay attention to these dreams and work through them, like a hen with new chicks, protecting them with love and with attention. Attention to dreams, to chakras, to body work, to what I ingest, mentally, emotionally and physically.

I think my mother had a prayer “My Lord and My God, I believe. Help Thou my unbelief.” 

Happy New Year, integrating the new born Spirit in you, whatever your persuasion. May you raise up, with the help of the Holy Spirit to knock off all that picks at you in an evil way. Happy dreaming to you and may you remember your dreams, associate to them, draw them and be happy to find out how to refine yourself, to be a better vessel, temple, God carrier on this earth making this a truly New Year full of a new song, a new belief. Love from Rose. 

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Rainbow on the Water

In August, my green thumbed partner planted greens, at my request. We went to the local store and the only greens left, of which I got five different varieties, included endive, collards, turnip and two  kale varieties. They all came up with some September rain with gay abandon and I have had greens on my plate almost every day since then. I also got about fifteen kale plants from a client who generously was thinning her own and gave me the extra bounty. They all survive too. 

The collard greens

I have rounded up a good few of the green larvae, that are intent on eating those client plants, as fast as they can. I remember my mother, in her Irish garden planted in different field’s in different years,  using her hand to squash such larvae, who had the nerve to attack her cabbages.

I do not want to loose these plants in this round of frozen wind, which has arrived today. Other frost does not seem to have bothered them too much, except to stall out growth while it is happening. 

A frosty morning at sunrise

I have decided to pray for them, as I am not ready to have them disappear. I had hoped that the snow would cover them up but it was around thirty seven degrees yesterday, when it was raining hard. So no cover up. Right now they look hunkered down out there, frozen stiff, and no movement at all in the wind.  I had started a pack of parsley seed,  which is very young, I hope it survives also. 

On a mild day I take the greens to the river for an outdoor lunch. Chickweed and endive are in this salad.

Eating those greens is very helpful for my health, especially arthritic tendencies. I have some days when it is very little, the pain, I mean and energy is great at times too. With the deluge of parties and presents it is hard to stay on the straight and narrow of little junk food. Right now I am looking for some balance, meaning the sum of the squares of the greens is equal to the sum of the squares of the other trash foods.

It is easy to get unbalanced and pick up some cold/flu stuff which is going around hotly in this neck of the woods. I am particularly having conversations with Jesus (as advised by my bible study group) to help me look forward to more greens and leave the rest.

One of my sister’s mother-in-law is dying. She has been sick and the family look after her all the time now as she nears the end of her roundabout on the earth. I felt moved to pray for her and my sister and her family, as my sister spends time at night with her dying mother in law. My sister is a true believer and feels the peace and silence of God in the night, keeping vigil.

Christmas Cactus in bloom a month ago – it could not wait.

Last week I went to the river twice on my bike, so I could pray by the river. I have found a log to sit on near the water, and I sit and listen to two rivers coming together. The river to my right and the river further down to my left have two distinctive sounds coming to me in stereo. It is a quiet place to meditate, back from the road and with a bank behind shielding me with privacy and silence.

A recent picture of the river at sundown, when family visited earlier this month.

The old yogi said he always sits to meditate when he is near a body of water. The water is up in the river due to recent snows and rain. 

It is getting on toward evening and the sun is fast lowering in the sky through the trees. The sunlight plays on the water. I see some purple and blue mist above the water, reflected in the fine spray just over the far bank, where the sun  give me the start of a rainbow. I settle to meditate and close my eyes, but not before I take some pictures and see a green streak show up in the middle of the river joining  the other river. It is a luminous green. 

Another time when the river is lower and slower and like a mirror all over.

I hear the beautiful river sounds and feel the wave that accompanies the river flow, flow over me too. I say the Our Father, I connect it to my chakra, up my back system and into my head and feel a flow of peace of my own. I watch and pray within and then before I finish I send out love, light and healing to my sister’s family. I finish with the 23rd Psalm and then I open my eyes. 

My eyes come across the water, watching a misty rainbow all across the river. The lowering sun caught the mist, over the fast flowing water, just right to give me the lovely rainbow right beside me. I could see the glassy square pieces of the rushing river, acting mirror for the sun, now below in the water, shine up to create the rainbow ribbons above the river for me. 

While the rainbow did not translate in the photos I did get this photo of the near river and the one further away, further up the screen.

The colors were moving and moving to me in my meditative state and I remember I saw rainbows, around the time my mother died.

A good friend’s son died earlier this year and she was relieved when the dog died, as she knew it would help her deceased son to have the dog with him. I can not imagine what that transition does to a devoted mother and send prayers for her and her husband now.  

Where the two rivers meet giving an idea of the blueness involved.

As I speed my bike home, I do not think much about the uphills, but stay lost in prayer and in the beautiful river images. 

As it comes to the end of the advent period before the birthday of Jesus, I send peace, love and light to all my readers. In your prayers and meditations, as you increase your own, you have more to send out and of course it always comes back to you sometimes one hundred fold. Be calling on that by which the creator creates – abundance one hundred fold. Love from Rose. 

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The Two Beasties of Revelation

The first beast is supposed to represent fear and doubt and the second one represents double mindedness. I always have had trouble making up my mind, one way or another, and fear and doubt are staples of the mind.

I fought with double mindedness, wanting things both ways The Biblical version is thinking we can serve God and Mammon at the same time. We do the thing that keeps God out of the equasion.

From the dreams – bringing up emotions from years earlier that are coming up again now.

Having things both ways might be to go in meditation into the Holy of Holies and then to have some thoughts that are “unclean” and certainly ruin the silence needed within having travelled into the sacred place of the Most High. Having created the sacred chalice within, we blow it to pieces with our planning and our worldly concerns.

Image from the vision mentioned above. The key above was linked to the key over hell death and the grave – from the owner of the vision. Drawings by Rose

Having decided to write I need a desire to write something that will be helpful to others. That is a goal I have. My ideal within that goal is to be discerning, which involves lots of editing. Sometimes I should have fear and doubt about what I am writing. I am serving the god of laziness and lie when I need to be in that of truth that will make me free.

Seeing circles within the cavities of the body, the sacrum, the thoracic and the head respectively.

So with this single mindedness to do God’s will for me I put my heel on the head of that serpent of double mindedness now. That creates the vessel, which we are, to hold that sacredness that we are going toward.

I foolishly fell into the problem of double mindedness about coming to the mountains, where the air is clean, the wind howls over the trees and the sun is burning my face just a little. It is so cold but I have a sunny corner on the porch, blocking the wind and capturing the sun. I feel cared for and healthy to be outside writing. The wren pops around near by on steps just below me. 

Sitting around on the warm porch.

Bringing together the yes and the no of it brings me to the alchemy of “of course I do not wish to stay at home.” Go out and find God in nature in the mountain. Be delighted with where you are. Stand on the mountain and insist that the sun is not going down, so much as I am on the earth, that it is twirling at a fast pace in the vast domain of space. 

Standing under Seneca Rocks

On the way to the Mountain we were eight miles from Seneca Rocks. It was early enough and we were charmed with these rocks bursting up out to the mountain, like great earth teeth, irregular and mighty. We were back in the car and Spruce Knob was just another ten miles out. We heard there was snow.

Going up the mountain we got this view of the many layers of the mountains.

I was seized by fear and doubt as the snow got a bit thicker with less of the road visible. The driver never touched the brakes that I could detect. Then suddenly we were there at over 4,000 feet. The snow had covered the spruce trees totally with a marvelous glossy look, with a whiteness that sparkled as the sky lightened at times. There were many layers of mountains as we looked out from a two storied lookout whose sides were glassy with ice. The mountain shapes were barely visible through the misty snow.

The double mindedness now comes to me as the need to say some things or the need to hold back. I have to consult the Spirit, by just asking to see what is clear. A little spell in meditation, looking into the silence, asking, connecting with that center of presence of God in me, will be helpful. I have to weigh myself, shed anything heavier than a feather and float back to the cloud of love that is there to carry me and to love me and to include others in this level of love.

Two people I know are becoming grandmothers soon and I am delighted for them even as I am not a grandmother.

One of the young women who just conceived moves in my circle sometimes and I was moved  to get something for the mother-to-be. I searched in the co-op in vein and seemed to let the gift go. Then as I travelled we came to a dollar general and there I found the right soft toy with a washcloth attached. It was cute and bright and has a tag about New Beginnings. 

The red of the passion from the flowers and the blue of the Goddess. holding all in her hands.

 I painted a card and found words about new beginnings and sent blessings.I placed it on her pillow with the card so she would get it later. The young mother involved  was delighted. She showed it to the father-to-be and they came and surrounded me in the kitchen, where they found me and their arms encircled me and I felt this great new beginning gives me a singing in my vibrations and I was filled with shivers as they walked away together. This New Beginning has found a way to include me.

Right side of the brain exercise – and getting the shivers is always good.

Connecting with your very own Spiritual Path causes some trouble and you will have run ins with those Beasties that offer you choices that are not helpful to you and you may end up with some clean-up duties later. May you find your way also and pray that I insist on going with the movements of my own twirling until I turn around right.  Love from Rose Marie.

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What God Thinks of me

Hopefully God will not mid about the hair.

I did a small workshop at a gathering of friends and the subject was dreams. I concentrated on two dreams and as I peppered the one dreamers with questions, I gave the other dreamer time to contemplate. It was then that one of the dreamers, an active retired man, volunteered toward the very end of the workshop that some peculiar thought came to him on his way to the gathering.

He said that during that drive, in the heated and crowded traffic, that he started to wonder what God thought of him. I forget his dream now and what the dream brought to him but a difficult male figure was front and center. I do not forget his question about what God thought of him. It was a breath of air from above, a communication to him, to wonder where he is, as he stepps into late seventies.

Relaxing among the trees, figuring out a way to get the bear to leave the camera alone.

I have since got the feeling that God is laughing at me as I carry on behind his back.When I slip into a depression over what I perceive as a rejection, I have a hard time bucking myself out of that. I have to put a blessing out toward the offender and then distract with a mantra, a repeated prayer and finally come around to seeing the motivation of that person, which, as “The Four Agreements” says has nothing to do with me.  Others are motivated by their insecurities, their addiction to perfection etc. 

Pure relaxation out among the trees.

For good measure I can also say “I must owe them something” from a past life and that may be in the mix. Sometimes I can be more specific and say “I don’t have to go over that again,” a vague memory of harming that person in some past incarnation. This usually levels the playing field for me and I can leave down my gun and sword, my weeping and gnashing of teeth. 

Being chased by a little circle of life – make be he prefers the way things are, even if he has lost his back shoe … my back shadow shoe.

Even on the way to visit with this person, I have the choice to go over things in a negative slant, “woe is me, because they did such and such.”   I have to check myself and pray into a good meeting with that person. That reach out into the positive pulls me out of myself into a oneness. 

It turned out to be very helpful, with that person saying that they would have been “pissed as hell” if I did to them what they did to me. I acknowledged their valid reasons for doing what they did and they hoped “we could get passed that.” 

All of that is to say, these better vibrations, claimed as best I could, combined to give me a feeling of gratefulness for the rest of the day, and I felt agreeable and in good form, to the point I thought my life was wonderful. 

Love you Over and Over from a song by Annabeth McNamara. …. Can we do that all over the place.

The big Santa Clause in the sky, dissolved into a pouring down of warmth in the heart for others, a warmth for myself, is my answer.

 I am doing Qi Gong by Zoom with Sundri in Trinidad and with Elizabeth across town and stood out on my back porch looking at the wonderful colorful maple as the end of the yard. The mountains skirt out on both sides of this tree, around in a big semicircle. The leaves, while vanishing fast, are still lit up in many places out in front of me. The sun strikes some irregular shapes, onto the nearer hills. 

Some color left on the tree in the back yard.

I have been practicing Qi Gong for about twenty years with Grayson, with Elizabeth, with Jason and with Amara (Shen Dao fame)  and have the idea now that a daily practice is great. Sometimes lately I go into my open garage which catches the morning sun and pepper around in a whirlwind of moves raising that “Qi” inside of me. I wake it up and slip and slop around in it until my body is nearer normal and happy to tackle/cackle the day with a little more elasticity and energy. 

There is the added bonus that I can pray into the moves I make. Through Kundalini Practice with Siri Amrita, I have prayers from Sanskrit language, which I can weave around me with that Jade Dragon from Qi Gong. “Parvan Guru” translates to breath as teacher. Allah and out breath sound “OOO,” came naturally to me as I practiced. (my Muslim clients would put a hand up above their head, and recite some words which sounded like “OmDe Allah”as they prayed into something in the session, they might want to ask God about or Thank God for.

At a meeting in Virginia Beach, an attendee said that the reason that Yahweh is nameless is that it is said with breath only.  Yah is the inbreathe and Weh is the out breath. Try it, it is the sound of “Nirnami” the nameless one. 

I do not want to leave out my mother religion. When ever I start meditating and many other times I will sing “Holy God we praise Thy Name, Lord of all we bow before thee, infinite, thy vast domaine, Holy, Holy is Thy Name.” Looking out here this is true, of the vast Domaine and if I look up at night at the stars.. even more so. (Fulll Moon and Eclipse on 8th November.)

Besides, there is the promise that I will make it into some “God book” for making such prayers to God’s name. 

Vast Domaine in every Direction

I encourage you to set time aside, in the night, as you exercise, as you walk, to go toward the vast domaine inside. 

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I had a little chat with that tree this morning. I “communed” with it and if it did not answer me back? As I stared into the beauty of the tree before me, the tree appreciated this and drew me into those leaves and had me look back at myself on the old deck and say “was I not very beautiful too, just as wonderfully made as the tree itself in all its color and mystery.” I will leave you with this thought, praying for my readers, and sending out love.

And that is an answer to the man’s question above, coming from a tree in the back yard. A little love for self, a little love for other and nature, in this case the tree, and a little love fro God’s creations and the creator herself is helpful .  Love from Rose.  

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Wild and Wonderful West Virginia 2

I am sitting out here on a logging road enjoying the sunshine. I came down here on a “side by side”, four wheeler and am leaning up on a log or two and catching the sunshine before it goes behind the side of the mountain. On the way down we saw a big Buck, with its white tail flashing us, as it ran away from the noise we were making with the four wheeler.

A small jet plain flew above this quiet valley just moments ago. It was like the ones that fly out of Virginia Beach from the Air Station there. It was very noisy but brief and I barely caught sight of it above the ridge to the north. I still hear it warbling around in the distance behind these immediate mountains. There is another fly by later but I look up and do not see it.  A brown leaf is coming down silently at a fast spin on me. 

From the dreams – during session

I spent the morning exercising out of my hip and leg some pain and stiffness. The sun shone on a warm protected porch and I broke out in a sweat as I continued. There was a beautiful Pileated Woodpecker that flew into a tree beside me and I saw the magnificent white pattern on the underside of its winds as it flew away. 

A flicker sat at the top of a tree for a while and big sparrow landed beside me on the porch. There was a wren to my left and a flock of grey little birds with white breasts nearby. A flock of even smaller birds, no bigger than a quarter were picking in the gravel. It was a treat to see them all around me. I opened my hands in prayer in the hopes of some one of them landing on my hand but they did not. The Woodpecker flew over one more time. I was satisfied with that and though of the words to the song “For the Beauty of the Earth.” I might have sang it a time or two. 

Right side of the brain exercise

My leg is a bit better but reminds me of its existence with the sting some of the time on my upper leg between the knee and hip. I forgot it and insist on sitting here in the sun. I am taking some supplements and managing it better since I am using something called the Radiac Device. I usually meditate while I use that and that bring me a lot of peace too. Before I used that Radiac Device (From Edgar Cayce Readings.)I was crying with pain. I have used it on and off over the years since 1990. 

Last night I was helped by lying over the end of the bed with my knees hanging off and not on the ground. I was balanced by my feet. I had a dream about kneeling to help my leg problem. I did not do much  actual kneeling as it was so uncomfortable. I slip off the bed and did my meditation on the ground. I have no clue for how long or what time but was very peaceful at the end of it. 

Fall has been so colorful to me this year. This view was West Virginia.

Most of the time while exercising I am in prayer. I am “watching and praying” asking for that by which God creates to be with me. I  repeat and believe this will help. I do not seem to be open to operations at this time, other than those preformed by God.

Dream Time

My dream from last night 10/21/22. I dream of two sinarios side by side. 

One of them was related to the underlayment which is going to be part of the new carpet installment. There is some issue with it and Doctor Piedmont is down looking at it and trying to lift the top layer so we can use it. A daughter is nearby and seems to be shaking her head as if to say she is not helping with that.

These “black tulips” from my old house got to stay there. I loved to see them in the springtime.

A parallel dream, is about a big wolf/fox that I see at the same time as I see two beautiful twin fawns turning around. The fox animal has a beautiful coat of outer black shiny hairs and underneath brown/white hairs. It does not seem to be threatening the fawns. I get up personal with him, he is looking at me to see if he will take me on, eat me as it were. Then I am getting a hold of his hairs on his chin and trying to pull them out one by one and it is very hard, He is more like a man at this point. 

So I am drawn back to that dream about the fawns and the foxy man business. If he represents my inner man, my Animus, them I am taking him on. Will I continue to be eaten by the pain or will I engage with it hair by hair until I have pulled out that which is causing me to be not in touch with that by which the creator creates. 

Painting at the river – I tore up my old watercolors trying to find new images.

Can I keep those lovely fawns safe? I will need to watch or the wrong/bad attitude that does not want to pay attention to detail, that showed up in the first dream will cause trouble for me. 

My house sold and I did pray for the creative to enter and within a few days I had a contract. I am very thankful for  that experience with the Creator. I lean into it for myself now for interpretation of dreams, my own and others, and for healing. I am caring for my body better by what I told you above. I hope you can get past your own blocks, as I have to do the same. You pray for me and I will for you, my readers. Love from Rose here with the breeze rustling through the dried leaves on the oaks. Love you all.

Cool autumn morning in the mountains near Cast, West Virginia.
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All Kinds of Color on the Trees

The tree of good and evil sat so beautifully in the garden of eden. It sits beautifully in our personal yard. We prune it, we orient it toward our pet peeves, our least liked people and of course our most liked people. We have at least twelve fruits and they look beautiful on our tree. However as we knash our teeth on them they are bitter in our bellies. They do not do us any good. 

Many Trees in West Virginia near Cast.

We were categorically told to not eat from the tree of good and evil. Some say we had to eat from the tree of good and evil and go in that circle so that we can come back to the same place we started from but on a different rung of our ladder. We just had to feel into the good the bad and the ugly. 

No ugly trees out in West Virginia

So we can be back again to that place of beginning and we are still in the garden of eden. Is it better to make judgements about everything or to deeply accept where we find ourselves and say thank you? Buiochas – Thank you. All encounters are for our good, to learn the next lesson, to be triggered so much that we cough something up from the past or to feel the pain so intensely, that we burn out something blocking us. Then we start another walk and talk with God about the Tree of Life inside. 

From the car closer to Franklyn

 Better to go inside and visit with the other layer of spirit that gets us off the tree of Good and Evil and help us let go of the bark of the tree of good and evil. Better to get into the center of the tree of life and find the sap going up and being with that river of pure christ love living there. The Holy Spirit inside.

The regular mind wants to protect us and have us decide this is good, to my advantage and that is evil and not to my advantage. This mixture is tricky, sticky. This will bump me up on the log of me and have me slide off into my own selfish slime, protect me and mine only, remain dead to the spirit. Fall down that tree of good and evil and get off the log of that outside hardness of the selfish. 

The sky was very blue

Start again, reject the me of it all, the good and evil and dance over to the Tree of Life. 

The superconscious mine of God is our link and is really the tree of life of ourselves. The telephone line is inside to our Gods/Goddesses. Trying our best from the regular mind is all about saying prayers, is saying what we need help with. Watch and pray into the dream images asking for the forgotten language of God to speak to us. Meditating is leaving the regular mind and swimming toward the mind of God in us; asking for help with using patience, love, understanding and peace. The will of God is not beyond finding out.

A little unexplained smoke showing up on the photo

One person said she is a good person and we know her as a good person, but she was able to see that her inner thoughts were not so good and she now had to consider that. Putting a blessing on a driver that irritated her was part of seeing herself. Could she consider putting a blessing on the person that comes her way even as that driver confronts her with a speedy car around a corner, over a hill.  

She can do it until she feels the blessing she puts out and feels the boomerang of the blessing coming back to her. She is a soldier now of christ and is connecting with the spiritual. It is hard but the promise is that the “yoke is easy, the load is light.” 

Bark of a stick

This discipline of meditation is there for us. One good man said after a slight heart attack, I doubled my meditation time and did that doubling again and again. He knew his time was short and after a brush with death knew what was important to him. 

I have done some doubling here and there and as I lie in silence, I feel a certain push into what is of God in me and in pushing in there I feel the release from myself, from my pains, from my worries. A sciatic pain is a great motivator over a period of weeks. 

Growing on the ground on some old bark

Meditation and putting invocation into kindness, patience, forgiveness and prayer we are then in contact with the subconscious which is another layer of the mind and it connects us to spiritual activity. 

Sitting in silence now, not reading about it but doing it so that the bliss can be felt, the happiness upon us.

Collecting up some wood for others

As the meditation teacher said, “We all are Mothers of God, giving birth to that of God in ourselves every day.” My mother’s favorite prayers were “Hail Maries to the Mother of God,” repeated at least fifty times on a daily basis. I have the red rosary beads she was working with before she died. It was in the pocket of a blue raincoat and the cross was broken on it. My oldest sister gave it to me and I like to have it. Sometimes I try and say it in latin and love those vowel laden words, “in Mulieribus” translated is “among women.”

An old wood dump being put to use.

I am reading a lovely book called the “Gentle Art of Counseling” and I appreciate the writers take on Jesus as the Great Counsellor, and his pointing the way to God. I continue to read Revelations and felt an inkling of that love John felt as he transformed himself from the good and evil dichotomy into the Tree of Life person he became as he followed the great counsellor himself, Jesus. 

Doing the will of God is Loving God it seems. I hope you can inch toward that, line upon line, ring upon ring of the Tree of Life of yourself. I pray for my readers and you pray for me. A tree of Life that is on fire yet does not Burn up. 

Love you all, Rose

Happy to be out on the Mountains in West Virginia.
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What does the Great Spirit Think

Completed while my daughter sang her numbers at the Pale Fire. Love you over and over is one of her songs. (Annabeth sings)

It is a beautiful morning in Bridgewater and while outside on the deck, I was in time to see the geese fly down to the river. It seems my house is on their throughway and I got to see maybe two hundred of them flying overhead in varied groups within a space of ten minutes. One big group became known to me by the shadow they cast onto the lawn after skimming over my roof. It made me laugh to look up and  see their undersides lit up by light of the morning sun. 

There is a Boat coming in full of helpful heart energies.

I did a small dream workshop last week. The hot topics were racism and justice. So only one person who signed up came and another person who had much experience with dream work.

There was something fearful, zombie like related in one dream. I opened the discussion on fears to the dreamer. They looked down and said that it could be about the thoughts they had while driving to the conference. They wondered openly about what God thought of them. 

From the dreams. — a little defended

Now that stopped me in my tracks. It is so relevant to consider that question but I never had it put to me before in this way. It is the existential question for us all.

There was a lysis of the dream that a certain “cord” would solve the problem. Something not from the indents of the mind but something coming in from the depths of the unconscious, other energies needed to carry them past the fears, to get them rolling in the right direction, where the Spirit leads. It was the way Frodo got past Gollum when his path was blocked in a narrow tunnel. 

Mushrooms that suddenly appeared and after a night of rain were gone.

So when I got back from the conference, I went to a morning meditation and was riveted on this question. I was sitting in a circle with others. The words that came to me next were surprising. When I was in my early twenties in Ireland we focused on the Eurovision Song Contest to see who would be selected from Ireland to compete in Europe. The whole country watched. It was in the above meditation when the tune and the words of one of the songs up for selection came to me.  “Come closer, come closer and listen, the beat of my heart keeps on missing” and that was it. 

I saw the light near me from where the words now come. I put my hand out to connect with that light. Now my heart is not missing came from that lighted spot.

I often practice my mother’s favorite sone “Sweet Heart of Jesus” on my melodica, and I have read of accounts and heard personally accounts of walking in the heart of Jesus (one person) and another account in a book about pastoral counseling, how a Jewish woman came to a christian group to process a dream about Jesus showing her his bleeding heart. When she processed the dream they got the distinct idea that Jesus was promising her healing. 

The above help me determine how high the river is.

The other dreamer said she was walking in the chambers of the heart of Jesus and could see where there were knife wounds in the heart. She connected them to her fears, depression, inability to move forward. The dream helped her get out of bed and get back to work. 

I feel this meditation helped me and connected me to that line, that cord between me and the light and love and healing. My line is thin but I have something in me that is beautifully made to connect with that light, hold that light and increase that light.

Art making at the Conference- based on a dream fragment

My physical and mental just need more training on how to bring me into my heart and out of my head. Meditation is the training for me. Asking The Nameless One directly, in meditation “are you well pleased” with what I am doing, with the talents you gave me for this life.

I am reading the book “Autobiography of a Yogi” and it is very delightful to read about devotion to the Diving Mother. His description of the divine Mother was “Hallowed in splendor, the Divine Mother stood before me. Her face tenderly smiling, was beauty itself.”

Painting at the river – I tore up my old watercolors trying to find new images for the Mother.

 “Always have I loved thee! Ever shall I love thee!” were the words that the author received from the Divine Mother Presence. This apparition which he received in meditation corresponds to my mother’s vision described in an earlier blog about my Mother’s Kundalini experience.”

Foggy morning on the deck shows off the spider webs – such a miracle from the creator of it all.

Two really small birds on the deck this morning as I did my Qi Gong exercises with Elizabeth Scott leading on the phone. The Carolina wren looked wet and tattered after a rainy night. That bird was able to sing its heart out. They were looking for the melon rinds that were left out in the rain, which I had summerly put into the compost bucket nearby. I will put them on the deck again now to not disappoint them. It was obvious from the little humming bird that it was there for the melon rinds too, the way he flew around the spot where they were not five minutes before.

You too can sing to the river, with words that say you are sorry we disregard its innate purity and potential to return to that.

So I will leave you with the thought that you can get in touch with that by which Mother Creator creates, inside and outside of you and that you have that structure to connect into that and be open and available to that. May the talents you brought with you into this blue jewel of a planet increase one hundred fold. Sing to the Divine Mother, sing to the rivers, her veins. Love from Rose Marie. 

Little creature of the River

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River of Life

Here I am skipping church, spending the time at a watering hole in Stokesville and getting cold and hot, sun and water,  four or five times before lolloping home again. There was a family fishing and I could see some 8 inch fish in the water. There was an 80’s plus person sitting in a tube enjoying the water with extended family. It turned out I knew her sister and niece and had spent a day with them in the Rawley Springs river ten years ago. 

I had risen in the night to chant and meditate for an hour or so and in the morning woke at dawn and did the Kundalini set of chanting and exercises followed with my personal prayer to the nameless one asking for that kind of money to be in my life. 

As I awoke just before dawn, I was aware of a great feeling of energy going all through me, releasing and relaxing me profoundly and I did not do it myself, just felt it going up through me. 

A night or two before I felt a similar movement of a rippling wavelike energy move through me, during a meditation. That last one was barley catchable while the former was more real, as I laid back into it.

From the Dreams

I was given the gift of a dream of a hand holding a knife (as a tattoo,  on the forearm) and a sword on the upper arm (also a tattoo held by a hand.) 

My scribbles of a dream I am given. I had to listen more than once to the recording.

The above sent me looking in my books as to what the knife and sword can mean.

After reading some reams about sword and knife dream symbols, (Cyrlott’s Symbols and Adrienne’s Clue, the two books I was able to locate after my move,) I decided to go with what I felt could be a meaning for the dreamer.

This individual who had the dream has always gotten tattoos, as an expression of individuality, an expression of passion. So their unconscious uses the tattoos to get attention, which it did.  The dreamer wanted the picture of the tattoo artist on the body but got the sword and the knife instead and upon awakening felt mightily pleased at how great it looked among existing tattoos. 

This male artist is the dream is an animus, inner male figure, that one that is now making connection, and will give discernment in individual and work life, helping with the ability to see and to judge. 

I feel this applied to the tattoo artist of the dream.

Falling in love with a dream tattoo artist from the unconscious, now made conscious in the dream brings something from the feeling world, (a marvelous feeling came with the dream) represented by the knife and the sword, phallic penetrating abilities, through the arm. 

The knife to operate, investigate, cut out and the sword for protection, power, decrement and other gifts. It is close by in the arm now. 

From the River

The roots of the tree under which I was turned around.

The lovely river flows through the small town I live above. I can see how it flows by the ribbon of fog that is often over it in the mornings. I feel compelled to go there at least once a day, especially in this hot weather, often in the nineties.

Morning Fog over the River.

I ride my bike if I have a lazy day and have energy for the ride. I sit in the river and cool off and that gives me energy for the uphill ride back home.

The Canopy Above

Yesterday evening I travelled by car there with my friend, as it was getting to evening time. It was a bit rainy but I blew it off and said I would be getting wet anyways. 

The river is no more than mid thigh at its deepest at this favorite place I often go. There are two great trees on either side of it where there is a mown path down to the water. It is a bit rocky in the water. I like a walking stick to steady me up on the rocks but I often leave home without it. It can be a bit boring when I have to take the dip on your own, until I move into the beauty of the present moment.

So green and so pretty

I was temped to not immerse my head but that did not last long. Soon I was on my back in the water looking up at the canopy above. Under the big maple trees, as I look into the flowing river coming toward me, the water rattles over stones before it goes deeper under the tree. Many of the roots are exposed. I decided to swim into this slightly deeper flow. 

There is a couple of feet to swim against the current. Then I laid on my back as I came to a stop, where those stones are gurgling. As I lay there the current gently turned me around, 180 degrees. After completing this half circle, I started to move ever so slowly with the flow of the water. 

A little clam I found in the water.

This was a magnificent feeling to me. My body through so also and I was taken by a long slow audible breath that came from deep within. I was in the hands of the great mother river. 

And I did it again. Yes, there was that complete relaxation breath again, not planned but given to me.

I write this for you, and want it to be of help to you, to consider dreams and to meditate a time or two daily and or nightly. I have a client who said she puts on Bible Verses and falls asleep to that. Another listens to meditation on an app. 

I seem to pass out before I do anything at all but I am often woken up at the 2.00 am time and get some meditation going them.

I will pray for my readers and You can pray for me. God knows I need it all the time. 

Flowers from a Porto Rica Garden

I am thinking for working with people with dreams and doing a podcast about it. Hopefully I will have some studio access, a helper and will get going. It is time now. Love from Rose. 

My favorite image from the river.
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Stairs to Heaven

Sunrise this morning was at 5.55 am. 

Little Yellow airplane – after dawn on western side.

I am seeing the sunrises because I did an eleven day yoga practice starting at 5.00 am, which, at the time, was before sunrise. The practice lasted an hour and a half each time to do the yoga exercises, chanting and the meditation. The eleven days are well gone by, but I have continued with the practice. I often am up early enough to catch the sunrise. The sunrises never cease to satisfy me as the birds sing a song to the new day and the light filled sky rejoices in the return of the dawn.

Twice lately I walked out on to the dew laden grass before the sunrise and had a look at the sky and loved seeing the great Northern Cross and the Summer Triangle up there above my house. It has been a bit colder and the sky was very clear.  

Sometimes I start the relevant chant in my bed, laying myself at the feet of the Divine Mother,  and that can go on for an hour before my rushing partner checks if I am there and I feel the need to finally get up and go to my appointed place, at the eastern window. I lay out my mat and get my timer, put it on for two minute for the various exercises. 

A woman wanted to do a journey recently for me and the images she gave me were of a flying spirit animal and the gift of a winged heart. I asked a question about the fifth chakra, associated with the Thyroid. I felt there was something askew there that was blocking energy up my back and into my head chakras. It is associated with the will of God and my will, which can be at odds often.

I am not sure how I got this photo but I love the blue light in the top center.

She saw the problem, which she said was not physical, and that under the hands of a healer, within the journey, my thyroid/chakra problem left me as a dark energy that was as a cloud, not solid but as a vapor.

All healing is a gift but old ways die hard and I have to stay vigilant, as I deal with that which is raggedy in me at the throat chakra. I have to be sure to “sin no more” or as the dream said in 1995 to me, healing only comes through being certain that I will not sin again.

The final image I was given from that journey, was a ball of blue silver yarn. When ever I feel confused, I can throw that ball out in front of me and follow it. Following intuition is no more difficult than that. The way is easy then, straight forward where ever the spirit leads.

Sunset over the West – “glimpse of Heaven pulled back too late.

I have been watching sunset also and that sun can just disappear so quickly especially if I turn my back on the evening light over the mountains, to play some tunes on my melodica. I am trying to tune myself better at the end of the day.  Seeing the glow sent back up over the blue ridges of the western mountains invites me to consider the creator of it all and the energy the Creator used to bring all of nature about, both inside and outside this blue planet, inside and outside the planet of me – surely a great Nameless One. 

A later view of the same sunset above

On a small scale, the energy of just one sunflower seed is displayed in one of the cards brought to me by a client. She likes to pull a card in the morning. In the card, a sunflower plant is being watered by a young man. There were seven heads of sunflowers and the plant was as big as the man watering it. 

The image stayed with me as I pondered this explosion of energy from one seed to probably thousands from one plant. The availability of energy to that plant is staggering. This multiplication in the physical is all around us. We already have energy for our own healing, for others, for climate, our planet, to have life in more abundance.

Looking up into the staggering amount of creativity above me.

The Forth of July is upon us today. I watched a display of fireworks and heard the crowd cheering afterwards. I was not brought up with fireworks and have always looked at them with the eye of “is it good for nature, for the birds and the bees, my ears etc.” I prefer inner firewors now brought on by my meditation.

I remember the first year, in 1985 we went to Byrd Park in Richmond and my three year old was frightened and I was not much better. We got up and left the Fire work’s display, fearful of the noise and those booming lights coming down to us.

We are still working with our house to have the attic space declared living space. It lends itself to endless perseveration about the negative possibilities. When I woke up last night a few minutes after 2.00 am I was determined to lay down my head and after some serious saying of the “Our Father” and tacking on “from where I come from” I was able to take my head off and lay it down at the door of the Divine Mother to better see the light shining up like a great sunrise from her heart and connecting with its pace in the heart of me, that is there with me all the time. The winged heart may be better able to fly without the head rattling along beside me.

It is good to abandon the rustling and rattling of my head and leave it down so that when I walk around my head is not rusling and my clothes talking.

Left over beautiful pattern from the replaced rail to have it meet code.

In the Journey mentioned above I had a question about my will and God’s will and the practitioner said that they are one and the same. As I breath in God’s will, I am filled by God and as I breath out, I push into that space with who I am as Rose Marie. More and More of God, Less and less of Rose Marie is the prayer. And when it comes to selling the house I remember the promise “I am with you through it all.” What ever twist and turns it takes I have to bow my head and accept each step as it comes, throwing out the ball of light blue and connecting with the Divine mother no matter what. I am looking for the stairs to Heaven.

Happy Independence Day to you too, MAY THE INDEPENDENCE GAINED FROM CONSIDERING YOUR CONNECTION WITH THE NAMELESS ONE, THE MOTHER OF GOD, MATA SHACKTI BE WITH YOU AND MAY YOU TOO REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE AND WHERE YOU COME FROM. 

LOVE FROM ROSE MARIE.  

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