Rose Longworth Counseling

Simple Grace

Posted on February 20, 2019 by rlongwort

A neighbor waking past paused at the arch in my hedge and said I have just two words for you, “simple grace.” I thought of my mother’s words “Pour forth, we beseech Thee Oh Lord, thy grace into our hearts.” Grace is acknowledging “Sat Cartar,” “God is the Doer.” Taking a breath of life and acknowledging the privilege and ecstasy of that or just listening to your heart beat and saying the name of God with each beat brings us into grace. There are many thousand-heart beats in a day. Grace blinds out any and all karmic past, and fears, and pulls us out of all that we have wrapped around ourselves as defense against love. Grace is receiving love from that which is able to transcend the physical heart and go into the psychic heart chakra. Grace is of the mystical, which has profound effects on our nervous system bringing health and healing, rejoicing in being alive.

Recent watercolor worked on beside the river using river water with the paints.

I am sitting again at the Wayne River and four guys are fishing happily. It is my birthday and I am trying to do things on my birthday that I intend to keep going for the year. So a little writing at the water’s edge is in order as I sit watching. He caught a fish but as he pulled it in, it got off the hook. It was about 12 inches long and splashing and wriggling a lot. He did not seem to have a net to pop him in or care that he got away. The three guys lines up one right behind the other after that, as it is a good spot. He caught a smaller one and got the hook out and let him off. He said that is where the fish are but they are “not biting hard.” Silence.

A goose comes by, fussing at the fishermen for a bit but ultimately decides to swim on down the river past them, calling for mates. The wren and the cardinal and the chickadee were singing and many other birds, even as it was in the forties and windy. Spring cannot be far away. Next thing she heard was “Holy Shit.” The fisherman had caught a much longer fish. He let it go also. His wader sprung a leak and he was wet from the foot to the knee. He left with his companions and smiled at me as they went past. Two geese flew up the river, one behind the other, honking, near to where I was sitting. I always enjoy this nearness to birds in flight.

Would I get into the water or not. So many layers to divest, before I could hit the water and a swimsuit that was as tight as it could be. I dragged it up over my behind under the cover of my great warm pawnshaw. To recover, to redress, from this arctic plunge, heading the invitation to go into the Holy water of the river on my birthday, asking for a washing, a baptism to look forward into a new trundle around the sun, cleaned up, set in stone of myself, maybe even a new name of being a servant too.

She dreamed of going through the motions of pulling off her sweaters, arms up and pulling over the head. She knows she is pulling off that which is between her heart and her love and her God.

White stones by the River Wayne. I heard a comment recently from a man who said he through stones looked prettier than anything man was able to make.

I go into the water to pull off all my sweaters, layers, to bear my heart in love, to let out love so later I can sit in silence and in patience. I need the patience to wait on the still small voice, to wait until I feel the Love of God coming down into my heart. Thy will can be done on earth as it is in heaven, through me and in me. Thy kingdom come into me through my electric cord, the marrow of the back bone, coming down from the Pineal and the Pituitary, the Crown and the Third eye chakras. To bring in love to the heart that throws out starlight all through the trunk but especially into the heart, so I can pull off the sweaters of defense, the sweaters of pointing and me me. Then the Love, Peace, Patience and Understanding, the four real chambers of the heart chakra can circle together, spinning out the woven of love, on which to rise, on which enfolds all we find ourselves doing in service. This morning I fell into the silence after an hour sit and felt the peace spreading out from the back bone. It was a lovely gift from the silence.

I found this description I wrote some time ago in my little green book of the miracle of the tree:

The tree shapes wave at her as V and A and X, circles, trapezoids, dodecahedrons, diamonds and arches, crescent moons, raised fingers and hands and parallels. The leaf colors tells of retreating life force that leaves the tree to go around the world on a winter vacation. It comes back up again into leaves and fruits and according to its kind from the stream of life giving us gifts.

From the stream of Life

She sat under the Walnut tree on a spring day last year and heard a great racket. The grass turned a luminous green. Then she heard the churns in the tree spinning water into sap so that the butter of the leaves could spring fourth and the flowers and the fruit of that fat could appear in clusters at the end of the branches for squirrels to know and to reach and to eat. They carry the walnuts down to her deck and leave a great array of black walnut shell staining the boards, for her to kick away never to say it is all a great miracle.

And in autumn that sap goes back through the churns, leaving color behind telling of its owner and origins, falling down deep into the stream of life, jetting off to go around the worlds, holding it all in place, coming back ready to parcel it up into the tree when the time is right for the butter birth again of 1,500 walnuts.

The stream of life pours fourth on to the earth all the time.

I hope you are enjoying this snow day. A little hail was falling making its own noise after the silent snow falling. I have to shovel a bit and will think on what can be shoveled out of me and my body as I exercise this incredible body that follows my instructions to lift and throw, scoop and puff and blow. I am a lucky soul to be so gifted to be on this earth for this lifetime.

Happy dreaming and meditation to you. Love from Rose.

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Religions Ritual

Posted on February 14, 2019 by rlongwort

Ready for confessions and communion

Holy Communion, the Host, is part of the ritual of Rose’s mother religion. She partook of this communion from the age of six, when she received her First Holy Communion, in a white dress and veil and white handbag. She had the little prayer book and white rosary beads and a shilling, given to her by her father. He was wearing a blue cardigan, some squared on it and he was tall to her height and he put the shilling on the end of his outreached fingers and smiled at her as she reached for this unknown lucre, knowing it meant love to her rather than the coin of the realm.

Her First Communion was preceded by her first confession, held in the church, in the confessional box, on a school day, awaited with great anticipation by a nervous school teacher. The priest came when he pleased and Rose and her class mates were ready. They had to come up with their own sins. Her teacher did a run through with her little charges, so there would be no hitch with the priest. Rose’s first little sins were hunted down and were made ready to be furled at the priest.

Figuring out sin at age six was not easy

She said “Bless me Father for I have sinned.” The priest, on the other side of the small screen, received her whispered words. She was standing up on her tippy toes in order to see and hear him, the outline of his lips and nose just visible, in the almost dark confessional box. Her penance was to say three Hail Maries which was almost impossible to do, paying attention to counting and saying Hail Maries at the same time. It took a while to be sure it was all done. Walking up to receive her first communion in front of a full church was daunting but she was in the first row, pure white inside and out, with her teacher at hand and strict instruction to swallow the communion and not chew it.

With the dream of stepping into the host, the host symbology, has brought Rose to a different energetic awareness. Her understanding is a reference to that light of the heart area, big and round, when filled up by God in Meditation. If she evokes this holy communion of Christ, Jesus, then she had something to give within the babble, bubble of her life. It is the “Our Father’s” will to give us this pouring down into the Heart Area. We have to receive the light, with the emphasis on the “receive.” Slow down and be still. A falling down feeling into love.

Now she sees it more clearly, as the white energy in her, connecting her to the heavens and to the earth. The words from the “Our Father” are; “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven,” in the higher chakras as in the lower chakras and scattered all through the body, like stars furled all through the firmament, an image/feeling that came to her in a recent meditation.

These are redhead and canvas back ducks on the lake in Dayton, attracted by the open water and springs underneath when much other water was frozen.

Dayton Lake is becoming her own local holy place. When she went out there recently on a fine Sunday she had the idea of get into that water of course. It was a cooler day, some wind. She parked her car and saw a couple watching the lake with their binocular, as there was a host of ducks not usually on the lake, to be seen. Rose asked if she could have a look through the binoculars. The canvas back ducks were especially lovely, white mostly and red brick colored heads. There were a few redheads as well and a flock of golden eye ducks on the other side of the lake. She looked them up in her National Audubon Society book about birds and it was amazing to read the little details about them. They are such a treasure and while getting scarser due to the removal of their marshes that they need to breed, they can be seen still by Rose on the little local Silver Lake.

Mole Hill and Silver Lake in Dayton Virginia and Rose contemplating the waterfall in front of her.

Rose found out the ducks were feeding near where the lake spring comes up and that it is twenty feet deep there. It is close to the foot of Mole hill and Rose could not help but wonder if this water had been filtered through the volcanic hill of black basaltic rock, making it more special for dipping into. The lake may look shallow but it has its wonderful own third eye, pouring forth clean water. Most of the green algae like strings have left the lake now and it seams cleaner in the coolness of the winter weather. When Rose was in a meditative mood one night she was drawn into this spring of holy water being given up from the depth of Silver Lake.

I had a dream of coming to the edge of a cliff and I am carrying three bags. I propose to climb down, but am facing the wrong way. There are iron foot holds. After this dream I was waiting for something to happen and it did . I slipped enough to hurt my left knee, which swelled and rendered my prone for most of the weekend. I can see that I am facing “the wrong way” and carrying too much from this dream.

Bags of attitude
Facing the wrong way
Happy Valentines day and be Falling in Love always

I read a few random passages from the Bible and I got the impression from all of this that God had little patience with doing things without the fast and well-held hand of God in it. I will slow down enough to read the Holy Book of my Christian religion and see if I can turn around. It involves slowing down enough to be still, to paint and to rest and to be in the right bag of attitude. The burden to these bags are so light and easy then.

And if you want to work on your own bags of stuff, be sure to ask me for one of my books of Dream Leaflets, where there is a chance to write and to draw your dreams. I look forward to hearing from you.

woman and man on the moon
The man on the moon
After a dip in the lake

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Blossoms Pink and White

Posted on February 10, 2019 by rlongwort

My father was elected to drive my great grandmother’s car and it was kept at our house. It was a black ford. I remember standing behind the front seat and looking over my grandmother’s mink stole as we rode along. It tickled my nose and the feel of it was soft to the hand. The stole had two little mink heads joined in the middle and they could be a bit frightening at first until we got used to them, with their glassy eyes. The sole reason my father was given this car is that great-grandmother could no longer climb up into the horse and trap to go to Mass. She wanted him to show up on Sunday, at her house, three miles from my father’s house, and carry her to mass so she could go to Heaven when she died.

Great Grandmother road a horse when she was a young woman. Above Photo taken in Dayton Virginia.

She had two sons in the priesthood, Father Bernie and Father Tommy, a fact that pretty much guaranteed her getting into Heaven. They both came to see her on her deathbed and she told them the Virgin Mary was at the end of the bed, taking her over, as she left this world, heaven bound. She said rosaries almost continuously when she was sitting beside the fire from aged sixty to aged ninety. She got arthritis and decided to retire to the fireside at age sixty. She deserved this rest as she had singly handedly raised seven children and also ran the farm.

Those arthritic bones
Great Grandmother, Moddy

She wore black clothes and was a petit old lady. After mail started to be delivered to her house, she would have it put in one of the sheds, where a great horde of paper accumulated, according to one of my older sisters, who visited when great grandmother was alive. Moddy told my mother that she would have a boy with the next pregnancy and after four girls my mother and father were happy that she proved accurate.

She saw a great light of the Virgin Mary at the end of her bed.

I remember being at Moddy’s house, at age four or five, in the years immediately before her passing over. She would get myself and my younger sister to come and be with her, at her knee. She would have us say the prayers with her, kissing the cross at the beginning. My sister and I had sat in the soup of my mother’s prayers since being in the womb. We probably babbled the “Hail Mary” from the age we were learning to talk.

Slice of Apple Pie
Heavenly Pie

I have a springtime memory of being in Moddy’s house sitting at the kitchen table, a tree outside that window, in full blossom bloom, probably an apple tree. My sister and I had had a bath and out little faces were pink and white like the blossoms outside. On the table was two plates loaded up with apply pie, the kind that has secret ingredients straight from heaven, lemon tones, apples from the garden of paradise, honey sugar dripping thickly around the pie. It was surely overseen by God and his wife. Phyllis Maxwell did the hard work, a beautiful young woman whom we watched with the long glass green bottle used to roll out the pastry. She wore a print white dress with apple blossoms on it and her sleeves rolled up. She worked fast scattering flour around to prevent any sticking.

Our little blue eyes imparted our own magic into the dough. We were given a little piece of dough each to play with and our creations were put on top of the pie, as the apple blossom adornment. Phyllis put a large scoop of whipped cream on top of the hot cooked pie and we tucked in to this something, making us round and pink and white, under our two bent over the pie, curly be-ribboned heads, my sister blonde and I dark brown.

As an older woman, walking or riding a bike on the roads, around by the railway gates, I would go onto this avenue and into the house. The house was used for a shed for cattle by then but it had a lovely yard with some cobblestones and a bridge over a stream. The stairs in the house was still in tact if not the loft to which it led. It was hard to imagine the big family of seven children plus parents living there. There was a statue of “The Child of Prague” in one of the small windows, letting light in.

After many years, it was decided to “get rid of this” beautiful old car from Moddy, with the running board along the side. My father choose a newer looking second hand model. He cast aspersions on this car from the first moment he brought it home to the farm, having bought it with his own good money. Later it let him down by grinding to a halt far from home. I still see that jalopy with my father standing looking into its engine, smelling of burning rubber and some blue smoke coming out of it. I fumed alongside him as he stood with a bewildered look on his face.

I learned to fume at inanimate objects, give them value and to curse them, enraged that that second hand piece of car was not what it was supposed to be. It had the nerve to carry us far from home and to stop and never to go from there again and I learned the treachery of the car that smoked. Later when I had a secondhand yellow car, I treated it with great suspicion at times if the engine light came on or if it made a “noise.” Now if you look carefully, you will see blue smoke swirling around behind my eyes when I get mad.

Looking into the engine

I heard some marvelous dreams this week; one was of a man morphing into a pig that was able to knock down a “tower of babble” in his dream. Sometimes it takes fast instinctual energy to take care of business that is not so good. An others came to me with no dreams at all but two mandalas were drawn in session and I was able to use my Mari training to work with the shapes and colors together and to have the client speak of her experiences.

You too can come to work with dreams and mandalas. They make more sense than anything else to me. I am always excited to work with this deep connections between many things including the stream of life that underpins the psychic, the psychoanalytic, the dreams, the unconscious, religious experience and the right side of the brain. Love from Rose.

These are redhead and canvas back ducks on the lake in Dayton, attracted by the open water and springs underneath when much other water was frozen.
The lone swan has move away again from the lake.

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Riding my bike in Harrisonburg Virginia last year

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Climbing the Mountain

Posted on January 30, 2019 by rlongwort

Perhaps there is a woman and man on the moon

Rose thought of Saint Patrick who travelled across Ireland to go up a mountain, The Reek, also called Croagh Patrick. He stayed out there for forty days and nights and had his visions. Surely he was pinned to the mountain as the moon came and went on those forty nights. In the fifth centaury the Christians took their religion seriously, looking for the connections only to be found in aloneness between self and Source/God. There is a direct line between Tara, where he lit the pascal fire and this Mountain on the Atlantic West Coast of Ireland. It crosses the Hill of Uisneach, known in ancient times as the Naval Stone of Ireland.

Rose climbed Croagh Patrick with some of her sisters and her Father and brother. Mary, now deceased, was the one who ran ahead all the time, light on her feet. We left home at 6 am or earlier. Rose can still see her father’s blue eyes close to her face, as he woke her up to get ready to go. They got to the Reek near nine am and started the climb. It was a long hard climb, especially the last bit, as it was all scree and fairly up straight. It was August and steam came off their backs as they climbed that last bit, toward the middle of the day. They had to look out for the people going down as sometimes they started going faster and faster and could not stop. They would have a frantic look on their face as legs went out of control, arms and legs going in all directions. One passed nearby close enough to touch.

There was a cool stiff sea breeze on the top. There were prayers and rosaries to be said, plus confession and Holy Communion, even Mass. Many priests did the climb and signed up for saying mass as part of their climb. Pilgrims knelt down on stony places. Rose and her siblings were treated to a tin cup full of strong sweet tea shared among them, procured by their father from the little gray clad man with the donkey who had such fare for a price.

Running on t he Mountain

Rose’s father liked to make a picnic on the way home and set a fire and made some fresh tea and some sandwiches and variety cakes purchased in Lynam’s Bakery in moat. There was one Rose liked in particular, full of lemon tasting cream in a pastry. A big fluffy one full of cream in the middle, sprinkled with powdered sugar was another favorite. Getting a mouthful from each one was the most that could be done with sharing these treats. The large slice of “plain loaf,” white and spongy covered in homemade rhubarb jam was a welcome meal after the hard hike up the mountain.

Her father got leg cramps as he drove the “blue Vauxhall” through the stoney somewhat treeless Connemara on the long straight roads between water and bog and rocks. Her father had to stop the car to walk a bit, a time or two, until he got better. He looked very serious, as he walked up and down on the tarmac road for the cramps to subside, ill equipped to fathom the meaning of pain for him as he aged. He did all the driving. Rose was sleeping on the back seat by then, and as she woke herself up in the silenced car, she looked out the window and observed him in his walk at a slight distance, and she worried for the worried look on his face. They arrived home a weary bunch but with a memory of that ascension. The mighty ocean in the distance, the waves, the stiff breeze, being higher than anyplace she had ever been before, combined to make her very glad to be home again.

Rose dreamed she found her earring with the two pearls on it, under a bench, near where a truck stopped in which she had been travelling. She was so surprised to find the earring there as she had lost it twice lately. The pearls looked big like that eclipsed moon above. She was happy and just for good measure many of her lost gloves were there, as well as a pair that are new, that she likes a lot, and makes big efforts not to loose.

She thinks she figured out this dream. It is about Rose as a MacTruck. She does not like them in general, they go fast, stones fly out of them, they spue black smoke etc. So if Rose is in her Mack truck she is in the ego, pushing along, not considering the spirit of things. Then if she get out of this truck she will find the pearls of Great Price, which are under a bench on cement. They need rescuing and she can only do that when she is out of her ego, personality and character and habitual ways, going straight forward where ever the spirit leads.

A naval stone from the Glen in Donegal in Ireland on a misty day

She was pleased to see this. She tried to forget this truck aspect at the beginning but it is the most important message in the dream. She got the interpretation when she pondered it at the beginning of a morning meditation, when she sat with her partner for forty minutes together in silence. As a result of having this dream she is challenging herself before bedtime to observe how she gets into that old Mack truck in herself, by her comments, showing impatience by her blue eyed stare or otherwise ego filled effort to be in control and block out the spirit.

If you have some dreams about lost pearls or trucks, or dreams that bring in the other marvelous symbols of a great blue color, or wearing a straight black wig, then write down three or more and come visit me in my sun filled room. We will see about making straight the old waste places, pay some ransom to grow into other and in the spirit and find ways everlasting. Love from Rose.

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I See the Moon, the Moon sees me.

Posted on January 26, 2019 by rlongwort

The wonderful moon eclipse inspired many people last Sunday night. In spite of it’s lateness, octogenarians and young people alike made a point of looking at it, as it went through it’s phases, all the way to 1.00 am and later. They spoke excitedly of it noting how they got texts from family members to be sure and look at it.

It was a cold clear night for the most part. I was not too careful about dressing my lower half and just wore my light slippers on my feet. I had the sense to put on a coat and my big shawl on overly pjs and something resembling a hat, which kept falling off my head, when I lay down. My preferred hat, made of soft wool, a balaclava type, was missing in action hiding under a cushion. Even a wall hat did not want to go outside

My plan was to get under the (small) electric blanket I keep out on the porch and to lie down and look up from the dry boards of my porch, leaning out of the place I had chosen, as the moon was on a trajectory out of my sight all the time, over the roof, from where I lay. I moved with it and got closer and closer to falling off the porch. My neck has a little extra tweak in it since that time, but well worth it to see the moon. Even with some wrapping up of myself in that electric blanket and putting another blanket over my feet the wind was very inquisitive and blew on me from all directions.

Half my face is lit by moonlight

I watched that pearly moon, no longer flat but round in shape, as it showed off its luster in the sparkling coldness of that night. I had intended to meditate but had to keep adjusting those slippery blankets, which fell off of me and off of the porch. I just knew I should be meditating deeply, but old Jack Frost, was determined to keep me in my body by virtue of the cold. I was wide-awake all the time.

The other problem was that when my head was covered well, my eyes could not see the moon for the hair and the lip of the cap too close over my eyes. I just had to keep adjusting. In getting a pillow on a chair I knocked down a big box of Domino bricks and just left them there to freeze like myself. I had left them on a chair to discourage the lovely black cat, Cocoa, from using my electric blanket as a way station, a place to clean his coat, in the sunshine, on those lovely warm days.

There were people on the street and I heard the crunch of their feet on the grass nearby where there is no footpath. I wondered if a possum might stroll by but happily there were no animal visits that I was aware of. Those littler sounds most likely were the wind. That is what I told myself. Stabilizing the blankets around me in a better way, mostly alluded me too.

I watched the eclipse go full tilt from white round pearl into silver dark. It hung there near me, it seemed in its fullness, inviting me to stop and step on to it. It seemed so near. Some myths say that the moon gets filled up with souls who have passed away, and when it is full with those bright light-bearing souls, they all leave for the Many Mansions on the night of the full moon.

As I watched the dark silver moon, I saw a little sliver of golden light on the side of the moon, making it look like a cup turned on its side, light pouring out. As that light got stronger and filled the moon back up with light, there was a blue aura all around the backside of the moon as the sun made the sky around the moon look a dark blue. That blue was just on three sides of the moon. Where the sun started to shine on the moon, the sky was darker.

Many mansions, many moons

When I got up I was astounded at the feeling of heaviness in my body, not unpleasant but noticeable and groundling, connected to light so far far away and feeling the pull of the moon, like a lay line into my heart.

I dreamed I found my lost earring with the two pearls on it, under a bench, near where a truck stopped. I was so surprised to find it there, as I had lost it twice lately, in reality. The pearls looked big like that moon above. I was happy and just for good measure many of my lost gloves were there also.

I will leave you with some words I wrote after a recent meditation:

I wanted to see the ocean recently but no one would go with me. Then the ocean came to me. With The body as ocean and the place where the tides meet land, in an out, the breath of the sea, ecstasy, Thy breath of me. In my breathing, going down through me, like the tide, in and out at the edge of the ocean, white and blue and green. Water and breeze and sand swishing in and out in the body and breath movement. God in the heartbeat. I am Thou Thee. A great peace and at the ocean. Felt the hands of love at the heart and felt loved, once again with Thee, feelings of delight and beauty, stars flying out of the heart area. Flowing back and forth around the hips and down the legs, feeling all love surrounds me.

Pray for me as I pray for my readers. Like if you do, share if you like and comments are so sweet and great to see. And an hour working with you and your dreams is the biggest gift of all. I am on Psychology Today, where you can find my contact information or on this site as a message. Love from Rose.

She got a little moonlight into her palm, taken while on the Ganges River in Benares at the Festival of Lights.

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The Importance of being in Earnest

Posted on January 23, 2019 by rlongwort

An artistic response to exploring who God is in a Bible Study.

Yoga links the eastern and western ideas relating to the spiritual and brings in the whole idea of chakras. Kundalini on the one hand is a force in the body, that travels from the base of the spine to the third eye going through the seven chakras along the way from base to top and on the other hand She, Goddess/God, is the sleeping snake, resting at the base of the spine, rising under certain conditions.

**Red Orange and Yellow are the colors of the lower chakras**

The dream symbology, and the dreams of people surprise Rose with the vividness of colors connected to chakras and the movement of energy, sometimes as snake, within the body. There are books connected to Yoga and breathing, linking up with meditation, bringing in the body and getting us out of the head. And there is Rose, practicing meditation daily and paying attention to the body. Sometimes motivated by disease, which gives her a better focus, a better motivation to go within looking for awareness and be in the spine physically as well as metaphysically. She has some great days now.

Blue and greens are included here representing the higher chakras.

Another way for Rose to get out of her head is to go to the Kundalini Yoga class as given by Siri Amrita, at the Center(Icehouse) here in Harrisonburg, where Siri Amrita uses a combination of exercises and breathing /mudras that target chakras. She uses sacred mantras and wraps it all up with songs she chooses. Being moved by familiar songs “Oh Mother hear my prayer” and last night again, as she played a “Hail Mary” song, students are moved to commit to God/Source, and feel the prickle of the tears behind the eyes.

On a recent trip to Washington to be in a day long meditation. Siri Amrita is second from right with two other attenders. We had a great day.

All the words of one of Siri Amrita’s recent mantras eludes Rose now and Siri Amrita would not want her putting them here, as she feels there is a tuning in and a tuning out process that goes with them and is anxious that this invocation of protection bookend all such spiritual practices. Rose’s personal bookends are the Our Father to start meditation and The Lord is my Shepherd to end. She often sings them, especially as she ends her practice. Her choices come to her through her mother religion and reinforced by the Edgar Cayce readings. (Edgar Cayce.org.)

Joe and I are attending a full moon meditation near Harrisonburg, led by Siri Amrita on lower right.

They particularly appealed to Rose, as she has already had such familiarity with both this opening and ending prayer. Jesus gave the “Our Father” to his disciples when they asked him how they should pray. The Psalm 93, The Lord is my Shepherd, closes the chakras down at the end of meditation.

Inner light and outer lights from a little shop in Marrakech

Siri Amrita’s has a start up chant and her finish up song is “May the Long Time Sun Shine upon you.” One of Rose’s friends, christian, asked Rose in alarm what the words meant of the chant in an ancient tongue at the beginning of practice. Rose cannot keep it all straight, but it is addressing Source and ways to be closer with God, just like the Our Father. She just knows that when she sing “May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you…” she feels she is swimming in an ocean of love at the end of practice. At the end of the class Rose is full of smiles and feels she has turned herself around right.

The blue of the sky and water and the brown of the earth and the white rocks running between. White stones by the River Wayne.

The imagery from last night’s Monday Kundalini class stays with Rose. There were three images associated with a mantra, that stay fresh in her mind, as an artist. The first connection was to the lower part of her, as in the three lower chakras, the earth of her, by seeing a deep red grey earth color in the area below her heart, down to the root chakra in the lower part of the pelvic basin. The second connection is the electric blue of the heavens, connecting her to the higher chakras from the heart up through the head, from the throat to the third eye. The third image was in between the throat and the bellybutton, in the heart area. Straddling or connecting the above two colors of rich red gray and electric blue is the white light, in a circle/bubble, in the center, woven into the heart area. It is the white light energy connected to the heart, is Christ energy. Rose has had the experience of seeing stars flying out in all directions from the heart area.

I am being invited to put my step into the white light but my leg is bent out of shape about it when I had the dream. Green represents the heart.

The above exercise brings Rose back to the dream she had about Siri Amrita, when she gave Rose a huge host and asked her to step into it, no longer the ritual but the living in and the giving out of light.

Recent Mandala

Holy Communion, the Host, is part of the ritual of Rose’s mother religion. She partook of this communiton from the age of six, when she received her First Holy Communion, in a white dress preceded by her first confession. In boarding school, going to Mass and Holy Communion was a part and parcel of the daily rounds. She continued with the practice in catholic churches in Ireland and in Virginia, until about fifteen years ago or so. With the dream of stepping into it, the host symbology, has brought Rose to a different energetic awareness. Her understanding of that light in the heart area, big and round, and if she evoke this holy communion of Christ, Jesus, then she had something to give within the babble, bubble of her life.It is the “Our Father’s” will to give us this pouring down into the Heart Area. We have to receive the light, with the emphasis on the “receive.”

Now she sees it more clearly, as the white energy in her, connecting her to the heavens and to the earth. The words from the “Our Father” are; “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven,” in the higher chakras as in the lower chakras. She is excited to write about this deep connections between many things including the stream of life that underpins the psychic, the psychoanalytic, the dreams, the unconscious, all religions and the right side of the brain bringing in color, experience.

She had a conversation with God recently as to why she is not cured of her pain etc and uses some unholy words like “You were always curing cripples, so why not me.”

Host of nature

She got an answer in her next meditation along the lines of Jesus coming to her and showing her the light in the heart and the light that can be given out from that place where heart light and love reside. It was like Jesus was saying “We have an agreement” relating to this host that is not a ritual but a literal giving out of the energy of Christ/Source/God/Love to others she serves, when she meets them. It is not particularly related to the job but it can be.

Love Rose.

Some blue, brown and white in this mandala

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Trespasses and Debts

Posted on January 12, 2019 by rlongwort

A mandala with some opposites scribbled over the head. A visit from Father Bernie.

I dream of Father Bernie, my granduncle, a priest, with whom I spent holidays, including long summer holidays, when I was a child and teen. He was my maternal granduncle. He died about fifty years ago. He healed me of a childhood disease when he gave me a bag of red apples to eat, telling me I would get better, when the bag was empty.

In my dream he is in the confessional, a place to relate sins for forgiveness from God. There is someone on the other side going to confession before me. There is a loose board between Father Bernie and me. He seems to take it down. I had a little time to find something deep to confess. (Waiting for the priest to open the slot and to say his opening prayer, always held a little terror for me as a child.)I have no memory of what I had to confess.

Another mandala, something hiding under the lid waiting to be confessed.

Once upon a time, when I was rearing three children, my mentor wanted me to go to confession to the local catholic priest here, in Harrisonburg, to confess my lack of good attitude toward my husband. I did it by making an appointment with the priest and talking to him. I had good intentions. That was probably the last time I physically did an individual confession with a priest. Maybe my dream is asking me to look again at my attitude within the relationship with my intimate other, the same person I am living with again. Sometimes my attitude can leave something to be desired, especially if I say “Love is My Religion.”

After a dip in the Wayne River. Feeling happy, as water always spells a baptism of sorts for me.

“Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors” came to me last week. I connected it to the dream loosely before deciding my dream was about my attitude in particular. This other talk is about the Lord’s Prayer and that part connected to the Solar Plexus, the third Charkra, and the part of the Lord’s Prayer connected to debts.

The sin of forgetting who we are is our real debt to God. We have forgotten our connection to God but God has not. God is the heartbeat in us. When we remember God, and act out of that certainty, than we can be forgiven all out debts. This remembering brings us to a white stone and on that stone a new name given.

Some secretly believe that we are mostly make of rainbow

Not that the debts go away that others owe us, but I, remembering who I am with God, need never focus on what is owed to me. God has got me, and that is all I need. The only reason I have people owing me something is because I created other debts in the past(including past lives, if you believe in that.) The wheel goes around and around.

This remembering, who I am to God, helps me get off the wheel of debt. I can focus on debts I owe and ask God for help in discharging that debt. Just a little prayer for that person can cause grace to descend. The debt, which I owe them, which is causing the problem, that debt I owe them from another time, is causing the conflict in the first place. Acknowledging there is some input from me in the conflict changes the direction of the wheels. Or maybe I am being asked to stand up for my self when I did not in the past. That prayer may cause them to come and hug us. I also have had someone apologies for what they did some time later, after I prayed for them on a daily basis for a long time.

Half the face and half the story

There are no enemies, because we are all connected, like the aspen trees, in our roots, and it is a good idea to love our enemy, because that enemy is myself and also one of God’s own. Keeping our enemy close to us by hating them is what keeps our roots intermingled. This is one of the most important laws, going in there with loving the enemy and searching out what that looks like for us. Where the rubber meets the road, is the place of choice, about how to do this loving, lobbying, peace and love over the fence between. Prayer is the beginning and sending light and love and healing to them is a big second.

A deep blue sky and 60 degrees in the Vally had me taking off my coat.

I had a little dream, surely linked to the first one above, the lysis of which was to go outside and I would find what I needed out there. So I am outside on my porch this morning and, well, it is freezing. Not bad when it is sunny but when the sunshine goes in behind a cloud, and when a snow flake lights on my hand and melts there, I refuse to believe until I see it turn to water. I though it was some white fluff flying around for fun.

The man on left has big white plastic tube stuck to his back. I, on the right, have a wicker swat. On the right is a door with the remainder to plastic tube visible.

The other part of this second dream is that there is huge plastic snail like thing attached to a man’s back and I have a largish wicker swat to get to it. That is when the man tells me to go outside and get that green stuff out there. I wonder about this huge vacuum like thing and wonder if it is full of my trespasses, the name for debts in my mother’s religion. Someone said that the word “trespasses” is full of the sound of snakes.

Trying to stay warm on the porch. I must confess to having an electric blanket to keep me warm along my legs and feet. Some days are hot and some are cold.

And on that note I will say goodbye today. A lunch meeting and some sessions await me and I am looking forward to that. I will say some prayers for you and you for me so we can let go of all those debts and claim out birthright of connection, direct no less to our Source, and direct to each other. Love from Rose. Love is my Religion, “Like” if you do and comment if you want. I look forward to your comments on my dreams, even on that great plastic tube attached to that man’s back.

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The Feet

Posted on January 3, 2019 by rlongwort

One toe has almost disappeared when looked at from underneath

One sunny afternoon lately Rose took a look at the bottom of her feet and was amazed to find one of her toes underneath has disappeared. The foot on the right side in general looks older, had a sticking out bone, maybe a bunion below the big toe, which whenever it gets a chance, sports an ingrown toenail, the big toe she means.

All this is inspired by the woman on Facebook who got a gift of a pedicure for Christmas and when she went to use it, the woman attending to her gave her a look when she saw her foot and took out the “cheese grater” to straighten everything out. Her comments made me laugh.

Somebody is reading the Secret Teachings of all Ages

In dreams the feet are what you stand on and depending on what is happening with the feet, there will be an interpretation found.

Gallery

Teresa at the beauty parlor giving my shoulder a final massage before letting me out into the cold day in Brooklyn in November.My big sister, Frances, treated me to a full body massage and a mani/pedi. Hair do was by Miriam McNamara.

Her recent dream involved her animus, her inner male person. As it was a real man she knows, she initially wanted it to be about him and his girl, and she had her own ideas/plans about it all. Later she though of it as her owndream, about her inner male energies, as imprinted by her father. Rose’s dream man is having an interview with his bosses and they have notes about what he said and when. They said that he said that since he had the baby, he has not been able to concentrate properly.

I mended these slippers again for the New Year. They both have blue soles now.

The baby is Rose’s attempt at connecting with the presence of God. This male part of her psyche, an archetype, is not very helpful and complains. The only thing she could relate this to is her way of complaining, of looking at that which bothers her, going over it and not letting it go.

Rose has four living sisters, all fruit from the same tree. I love them all.That has to be me in the center, as I am the smallest of them all.

One of her lovely sisters said to her “there you go again, feeling sorry for yourself.” Rose looked around, to see if this insult could be about someone else. No it was her. (They were on the phone.)

There is really nothing to complain about. It is better to declare the no one owes you anything. It is the “forgive us our debtors ” injunction. They may still owe you but as far as you are concerned, no one owes you. You can feel something falling off of you as you do this. The promise is that what ever you owe to God will be dropped by God as a result of you forgiving others.

It is not that difficult to notice how this complaining takes up quiet a big portion of her time, and is a record going around and around. She always puts something on it to be looked at from all angles, to be complained about. When it is quiet done she puts it on the shelf. At the least reminder, trigger, she pulls it back down, and set it to rolling, adding to it if she can. She can be triggered by any nonsense. She is also bored with this being sorry for herself.

Dropping off the burdens of not forgiving
Rose in the middle
There is much to be begrudged

The ability of the mind to go around and around will be always there (until she wears it out and becomes senile or not.) She can choose what she will put on that record. Right now it is this writing and she can do the same thing with this record, looking at what she is writing from all angels, waiting for the twists and turns to carry her into the presence. That is a tall order but the mind is the servant of the spirit and is meant to help us. It gets into a gangly mess if used upside down on complaints. It is a tool of the ego then.

Images from Morocco

I got cabin fever last evening, not having a party to attend and our usual haunt out of commission due to recovery issues. I rode my bike up a hill and as I walked along due to the steep incline, I met a young woman I am acquainted with, smoking on her porch and joined her as she told me her dream and her life. She is a courageous and daring young person, who is not yet twenty-two. Then I rode my bike to see a young family that I know who lives near by. Again we had a lovely time and discussed a dream or two, as she plied me with some pieces of her dinner leftovers. I had root vegetables earlier, and was very hungry for those “oh so yummy” morsels.

The de-j’a-vu dream/event became the topic. I wanted to connect it to past life experiences, that we are triggered into the same past life memories more than once in this lifetime. It might be as simple as hearing the drops of water coming off a roof, so real, so near, happening exactly the same on two different occasions. Then throw in the fact, that we are here to learn about love and spirit as we grapple with servitude, health issues, lack of money issues, whatever comes our way etc. There is always an interface with consciousness, our own higher consciousness, directing us, instead of pushing and pulling based on our fears.

These kitchens look like light on the dark tree trunk

In the end I am left with the inklings I have. I had an inkling to leave my house on my bike, to go with the direction I was to go, to talk to those I talked with, to loose my cabin fever, to exercise my bones, to feel connected and to put on my bicycle light and hope that my own little light can keep blinking in the right way in this coming year. I wish you a great New Year.

I had an inkling to stand there singing to the bird and it came down the tree right in front of me, spreading its wings at my eye level. I was so happy to see that.

Keep praying and all will be well, you for me and me for you. Meditate five times a day and in the middle of the night, and/or at 8.00 am. One minute for every year of your life. All times are good times to entertain the higher consciousness.Love from Rose.

Like my writing, share or comment. I appreciate your attention to this and wish you a glimplse into what is so close to you, what is there for the asking. Love from Rose.

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Happy New Year 2019

Posted on December 30, 2018 by rlongwort

When the Druid asked Mariah why she though she was on the earth, walking about, she mulled it over in the next few days. She knew it was the time of the change from moving toward darkness back to light, the days would be getting longer, the nights shorter from here on out. She knew she could have another go around the sun this coming year and she would try and make some difference to something. She was sure the Druid would have something in mind, new year revolution and new year resolutions.

Mariah out in the moonlight looking for meaning

She roamed about watching for the full moon as it cast its light into a cloud above. She sang the old song to the moon, “Moonlight so light and pale, from the sky falling.” Then she dropped into the old wooden seat beneath a tree and watched the last moon of the year rise up. She saw some meteoroids streaking through the atmosphere. One landed near her feet and she saw it glow briefly. She would pick it up later and keep it for a talisman of that night, a stone tachyonised by coming through the atmosphere, something to see through even though it looks black on the outside. This Cintamani Stone would be treasured by Uishneach and he would be very interested in seeing what she had found.

Pleased to see a Cintamani stone at her feet.Two faces in one maybe.

She decided to meditate in the here and now, to see if she could raise herself enough to see into the next year and what she could do to improve everything. First of all she was very quiet, very mindful, trying to think nothing. She kept her pen and paper near in case something spectacular happened.

She left paper nearby and the cat was a bit of a disturbance for a while until he left her.

She thought about breathing down into the five petaled pelvis, bringing light down, bringing blow down into the pelvis. Orange was pushed out of the right side. The red and yellow went up and around. The eyes of the healer were on both sides. The division, the seeing around the corners. Throwing herself away, less and less of her and into the center to access the blue line up and down, full and overflowing.

The light she saw in meditation was not this light.

Then she saw a brilliant light in that space as she breathed in and out and held that breath out. In that space, which was three dimensional, there was a nanosecond of light. It was so quick, so bright, so diamond, so silver. She said her Source is a nanosecond of light that is brilliant, running. God is all time, God is all space. God is the time she puts in, in the space within looking for the Face. God cannot be forced, God cannot be taken. Om Mani Parma Om, traveling into that which covers the farthest Ones. The longer she stayed quiet, the more peaceful and loving she felt.

Not the trees of her dream

She fell asleep there on the bench, feeling at peace, saying that she and the Heavenly are One. She dreamed of a great tree with water all around the bottom of it and she was standing up to her knees in the water. There was more to it but she did not write it down and so was left with the image of the big tree, which at the time just after having the dream seemed a marvelous thing. Happy New Year she said to no one in particular as she made her way home into the warmth of her house. The end.

Rose made her way to Purcell Park and not being too anxious to vex her knees by walking, she decided to do her Qi Gong exercises beside a pond with the river behind her. It was only as she was finishing her set that she realized she was under the biggest tree and had her photo taken there. And while she was not up to her knees in water, there was the pond in front of her and the river behind her. She remembered her dream of the night and was taken aback that she failed to notice that lovely tree when she stopped there first. She loved being there for a change as she often spent time there with her children in the past when they played on the old airplane for many contented hours.

Angel of Death is a helpful angel
Dream images on either side
Some of the family

Last night Rose went to a great after Christmas Party at Lois Crawford’s home. Rose had a very jolly time talking about dreams with a few people that shared a dream or two. She had a hard time sleeping later but managed some nods and winks until she woke about 2 am and meditated. She is looking for the “peace that passeth understanding” and sometimes feels a little glimpse of this as she insists on going inwards, deeper until she crashes into that touch of light that is nothing like anything she can describe, but is everything like she needs and wants. She hopes to put herself in the way to rise up that light of Christ so that that can make all the difference to herself and others, that is her ideal for the New Year. This is that which will make a difference to her personally, in her community and in her country. (If you raise me up I will bring all men to me.”)

She started out as a pen drawing self portrait above and evolved in the last day or two with the colors.

As the New Year comes in, my feeling of anticipation is less. I hope to do a poster board representing what I want to bring into the New Year coming, 2019. I will put some representation of my ideal there. Hopefully I will not forget what I am about. I want to be of service to others through my gift of the dream interpretation. Come share in this through dream counseling and I will help you find your ideal and your gift that speaks to the reason why we are both here in this lovely blue planet. It will speaks to the Druid Bernie’s original question above; why we are here in the first place. Happy New Year. Love from Rose.

Thirty nine year anniversry, married in Ireland on 29th December 1979

ps please like if you do and comments are greatly appreciated.

pps this is the link to blog I wrote last year. https://roselongworth.com/2017/12/28/at-the-party/

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Dream from the Anima

Posted on December 26, 2018 by rlongwort

Foraging yellow kinglet went up one side of the tree and down the other side and flew in front of my face to show me its beautiful yellow markings.

After the Druid Bernie left she thought she would get her new warm knitted socks on and go on a walkabout, as it was a fine evening and she liked watching the birds, with the sun shining. She could only find one of her socks. Where could the other one have gone? Then she searched the usual place of the socks; she searched her clothes; under chairs and beds, by the doors, in the blankets but had to settle for an older worn pair. When she put her foot into her boot, after warming the boot on the hob, it was then that she found her sock. It had stayed in her boot, lining it and not visible. Her foot pushed it down before her toes and it felt like an errant mouse scrunched in the bottom. She thought of all the times things had gone missing on her lately and felt like giving a long list of memory failures to the inanimate sock, but let it go.

Because it was the end of the year, the Druid Bernie was going around asking questions randomly of people – “Why do you think you are here and having answered that, why are you doing what you are doing now today.”…. As in sojourning on the earth and what is the reason for all this fuss of your life.

The two women at the local market did not want to answer either question and continued venting about the chief druid, and all the things he does that are incorrect. One was sipping a hot drink, as it was cold and she looked very pale and shivery. She could not be persuaded from her task of venting. Another said she was there to help her friend pack up after the market because she wanted to help her. The Druid seemed happy with this talk and as they walked to her home, he said the latter had the right idea, that finding ways to give love, to be a servant was in the right direction.

As she was getting the turf fire higher she heard the Druid Bernie say that she does have free will. She remembered one of her village grandmothers’ saying she did have free will to choose her attitude, the rest was a matter of having an accepting attitude to what ever life dished up to her. The druid said that if she could accept that, she would be able to move forward more lightly on her path.

The lovely river attracts a lot of birds

“Okay,”she said, “so I accept I can choose my attitude, redirect my attention to other thoughts, so now what.” The Druid said that it all depends on the intuition, the dreams, the meditations, inklings, the holy writings. That is a lot of variables she said.

Mariah said, “I have an attitude of making some lovely tea for you and I am glad you are brightening up my room right now and that we can share. I do not have any milk this morning for your tea, as the dwarves let me know there are some problems with delivery.

A little mood just caught in her thoughts.

Will I get in a mood about that Druid Bernie wondered out loud? “Well there you have it” she said, “what mood are you going to choose about this tea?” He pulled out an orange and offered her some and he sipped his tea without the milk. They got in a very good form as the mood enhancing tea took its effect. “I have redirected my attention from my greedy desire for milk in my tea” said the Druid with a half smile.

The Druid said he had a dream of being with another fellow, who was helpful. This fellow wanted him to write out his ten favorite words. He showed him ten favorite words left on the wall by a woman who had been there recently. The only word he brought back from the dream wall was “Lest”. Mariah turned the tables on the Druid and quizzed him. He said the word “lest” was one his grandmother used, as a caution, to make sure and do something “lest you end up a lazy old slob etc.” She used it many times to force him into the way, the path she thought he should go. “What is wrong with that?” asked Mariah.

“Well now that I am an old Leprechaun, I have to make sure I am not using this method on myself to force myself to do certain things lest my Grandmother’s curse come upon. My job is to look to the dreams and intuition to help me. My inner woman is that woman who left the word for me in the dream, “Lest.” I have to look again at what was put into me from a very young age by the women in my life, mother and grandmother. ” Oh I see” she said. “Yes, Grandmother was a formidable matriarch and had a strong influence on me in a strangling way and it is my job to loosen those bands and drop them.” “Do not drop them on my floor” she said as she swept the last of the dirt out the door. “My old grandmother’s attitude will not serve me well now as I try and let go of all the “lest” in my life.Thanks for the help with the dream” and he went his way.

When Uisneach came home, Mariah talked about their ten favorite words as they played their game of bones. They took out pieces of paper and wrote down many words, which were crossed out just as often. They settled for the words that came up through the game and make up poems for each other with the words that presented themselves. These words gave them license to say things, to consider things they might not bring out into the open, otherwise. They felt they went on a path where the spirit was leading, giving them mighty words, which they flung around the room letting them land where they may, ringing in laughter into all corners of the house. Some others joined, brought in by the laughter and there was music and good cheer before the night was over. They finished up with the song “Love is my Religion” sang by the band “Melon and The Batticus.” Mariah was very grateful for a full and fun filled evening, having laughed her sides sore. The end.

Happy Holidays, Happy Christmas, Happy Solstice and Sat Nam to all my readers. Hope that you find all your favorite words to fall out of your mouth, and all your favorite foods to fall into your mouth. I was cooking lions mane mushrooms which I got in the market and other winter vegetables as that is my task for the party.

All the above came to the party and while they may look serious, there was a lot of laughter and even though the joke was on me a time or two, I laughed more than 200 time that evening. Let me know if you like or if you laugh as a result of the above words.Love from Rose.

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