Mariah and the Book of Secrets

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Whether it was a problem with a meteorite or with plasma  from the sun was hard to tell.

Mariah found herself alone again naturally,  as Uishneach had gone traveling, fighting with demons, who interfered with his Negalmanky, rendering it useless, and getting into great debates about whether Atlantis and Lemuria were pushed under by plasma from the sun or from a huge meteorite hitting the earth. There was great anticipation about the debate, which never happened. All the Leprechauns were gathered ready to take sides. The druid brought her word of these goings on.

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The birds did not mind the rain

Mariah found herself at home, sitting out the rainy weather. She began to wonder if Noah’s ark would be needed, as it would soon be raining for forty days and nights. Some said that the ark was needed when the above-mentioned catastrophes happened following the great destructions. So far she was just a little inconvenienced with puddles in her lower rooms, which flowed and ebbed with the down pours.

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The book of secrets

She pulled down her Book of Secrets, which had been given to her by her ancestors and was very old. It was said to contain some combination of Egyptian, Irish and Hebrew thought. It focused on the beliefs that people coming into this world had certain things happen to them because it needed to happen due to Karma as well as the need for understanding and learning about themselves.

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Circles of many lives

There was loose pages in the book about Mariah’s sister, Mary, who had died at an early age in her fifties. A psychic Leprechaun has done a reading on her as she was near death. As she went toward death Mary was falling apart in one way and in another ways coming together like a collage. Mary understood what was happening, was able to see why her life was over and accept it. She moved from her broken physical body into her spirit body a few months before leaving the earth finally. The ancestors all were around her, especially the grandmother and mother. They were singing and celebrating her return. She was complete, had come full circle. They were partying with lots of music of the realms. They all had an awareness of her imminent appearance on their side of the divide. She was not in pain and floated right out of her body. She was graduating into the next level.

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The Psychic said that Mary had a past life with her sister, Mariah. Both were given to a convent when they were about fourteen years old in France. They were so unworldly that the parents thought they would be better off in a convent with sisters. They were not blood sisters in that life. They loved nature, talking to God and praying. They saw spirit everywhere. They loved to sing. They understood God and were ok with God. Mary lasted twelve years in that incarnation with the sisters. Mariah in that life,  took care of her and when she died she took care of other sisters. In the past life she tuned into her dead sister, and she would go to the Grotto to talk to her. This was allowed as the sisters felt the veil between heaven and earth was very thin, in their case. The dead sister would guide her giving her instructions about how to treat others in the convent, who were sick, saying this one needing “sulfur” or that one needed a change of diet, or needed to be cooled down. In this way Mariah was able to bring wholdness and wellness into the life of many of the sisters who lived to old age, in their eighties.

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Mariah began thinking of her training with the druids. As a child she had a particular gift with art and dreams. This was accomplished by drawing in the earth or using a slate and a soft chawky stone to make marks. Small stones were also used. She had been trained to read the stones and the pictures. She had not practiced since her marriage, being busy with keeping house and her learning had lapsed out of awareness. She thought she might talk to Druid Bernie again and see if she could get a group of dreamers together and get started in bringing in her true voice of spirit through the art and dreams.  The end.

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Rose was watching a documentary about immigration of the Irish. She was not thinking of her own journey in 1985 when she came to United States. She saw that big airplane raising into the sky and though of her deceased sister Mary who also emigrated in the early eighties. Rose burst into tears for a while. It is easy to forget Mary and her close links with her. She always felt close to her and she felt understood by her when it came to talk about spiritual things. Mary had a healing practice in California and worked in music with children for many years. She is sure missed by Rose.

And if you want to work with your dreams, your own marks and stones, be sure to contact me for some work with your unconscious and find out more about yourself. Maybe your past lives will show up. Many people in other counties and in other religions, believe in past lives. And if my questions to others are anything to go by, many people here, with whom I have contact, also believe in them. As one person said, it was very helpful to consider karma with her mother, enabling her to let go of her shame and guilt relating to a very difficult walk with her. Drawing can also help you distinguish between what is “right” for you and what is “necessary” in your life, and be able to see how those two pull you around. I am still thinking about these distinctions.

I look forward to hearing from you. Like my writing if you do, comment if you can and I will be very thankful for your individual mark to me. Thank you and love you. Love From Rose.

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A Dream of The Host

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The Host

I had a dream after our Monday Night Kundalini Yoga class. In my dream, I am in bed. My yoga teacher, Seri Amrita, is at the side of my bed and has put a stepping stool there for me to put my foot on, as my bed is high off the floor. In her hand she has a big “host” as big as her face. It is white and lighted. She is going to put it on the stool where my foot will land.

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Picture of host and my foot going on it.(I encourage my clients to not be critical of the drawing. This is not art for art sake but a drawing of the dream.

I thought of the prayer “Lord God of Hosts.” The host from my cradle religion is white and is called “Holy communion.” It was very sacred, was something we received as seven year olds. It was preceded by our first confession.

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Another appearance of the host within the mandala

The dream came the night after a Kundalini Class given by Seri Amrita. She had concentrated on having us preform heart-opening exercises. My arms are used to the array of exercises directed into the heart area between the arms. The host will cause me to “walk in the light where ever I may be…. walking in the glory of the light” part of the words from a Quaker hymn connected with George Fox.

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I have a prayer I have used over the years with the words “Lord God of Hosts.” It is something I prayed in the morning as I woke up, looking out to the eastern sky asking for help with guidance for the day. On considering the dream Seri Amrita may represent my higher self, showing me how I can step onto this light as I awake up.

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This stepping stool beside the bed, is available to get me over my stumbling. There is the possibility of stepping out into the light and all that will mean for me, as I  open my heart to the work I do. I feel peace every time I see this image in my mind. I call it to mind now, as it is so fresh from my dream.

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mandala

Today I had some active imagination work with the dream. I decided to work with the “Lord God of Hosts Image.” Another name for Lord God of Hosts is Father. I usually consider the presence of Jesus, associated with love and my heart chakra and is the Christ light.

The higher chakras represented in my brain are connected to God the Father as in “Our Father who art in Heaven.” That piece of us inhabited by the father is the heaven within, or at least a place from such energy to rest in us.  I have been making an effort to be more silent so I may hear the Father and see if there is some voice from the heavens available to me. The conversation went like this.

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Rose; “I am at the door.” Father “No, I am at the door”

I do not particularly see the door. Yet next thing I am in front of a huge door that is open and I see light inside. It is swirling a bit. Green and white mist and lighted.

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Beautiful doors created us everywhere in Morocco. Seri Amrita pictured above also. 

Then the voice is saying, “ If you had the faith of a mustard seed, you could move you and all present with you now into my space, knocking down all walls and all doors. I am as near as your heart inside, I am as present as the bowl of your brain.” I feel moved; I feel my heart soften a little.

Dreams come in many different kinds, dreams of encouragement, of knowledge, of chastisement, of showing our shadow side, good and bad. Dreams of the Kundalini energy in the body, health related dreams as well many others. Why not pay attention and write down your dreams. Then you can get support and get the attention from me, who has been working with dreams for nearly half a centaury now. I look forward to hearing from you and working with you in my home office here in Harrisonburg.

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Travelling- inner and outer.

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A little fun in the desert with our camel guides

I am home from Morocco and rested up some. I watched the movie “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” and there was plenty to like about it. Paul Newman was a young man in the movies when I was young and of course Liz Taylor was… well they were breath taking together. The only piece I remember clearly from seeing the movie some years ago was that Big Daddy ate “hopping John” at his birthday meal.  Why I remember that one piece is a mystery, much like the way a certain dream comes to us and not another.

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Riding the camel is unforgettable and a little scary at first. When I relaxed I got really relaxed going with the swaying back and fourth.

I had a few little dreams that I am playing with since I came home. Two very difficult men rolled into one are represented as one in the dream. Both think a lot of themselves; one is like running into a stonewall that is selfish and the other; everyone loves to hate. I recognize this energy as the part of me that does not want to do things that need doing. When I am dancing with these two we can ignore a leak in the porch for a long time, not do errands and let the skylights stay filthy. This energy has plenty of power in me and goes on and on.

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Date palms along the river – with the city on either side of the river. We are in the Atlas Mountains.

As a result of seeing him/them, I feel a little balance, as I consider how I am not using my male energy. It is not about the men in particular, one of whom is less selfish and much more personable now and the other I have not met for years.

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A window into the mosque

I feel I have discovered a window, which I am cleaning off in the psyche and it helps me with my actual windows in the house, to be cleaner. I have to shake up this male energy, before I turn into an old woman pronto. I am shifting that energy now. It is great at giving excuses for not getting on with my life in a way that brings me satisfaction and happiness. I will need to notice it again and again.

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All our guides were male and knew how to make us laugh

My second dream is about a white dog. I was in Morocco at the time of the dream, having travelled a long day in the van with my group and got into bed and fell into a sleep. I am woken up from the dream with a start, before the night began in earnest, as I see in the dream a white dog barking up in my face twice. I have my blue bike as protection. I am wondering if I should throw my bike at the dog. Then I am concerned that I will not have my bike to ride away on.

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After the camel ride – They might have christened me Ali Mama.

The white dog represents the white energy we are given in the root or first chakra. I can use it how I like. I can be impolite to my roommate, asking her to be quiet, ignoring her efforts to say the shower is scalding and the shampoo bottles are made of glass, and the shower of stone. Then the unconscious lets me know I am barking out that energy onto my roommate and bringing in negative energies between us. A little patience here, understanding there, peace and love in my heart would have gone a long way. I was a little like the guys I spoke of from my dream who are obnoxious.

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A date palm laden with dates

My sweet roommate was silent but my unconscious was quick to let me know my barking was heard loud and clear. There is no doubt that such imagery of the barking in my face, is to get my attention about something that needs correcting. I was so kind to myself at the expense of my room mate.

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A skylight in our hotel in the blue city

Also I used the dream imagery above, with someone who is having a difficult relationship with her mom, relating to barking into the past. She immediately understood the need to keep the bike to go forward. Throwing down the means of going forward, to be obnoxious to someone, is not what brings us into life.

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I may look like I have a halo on my head but really I do not.

So about that movie which got me to bed late, puzzling about why I remembered the hopping john; pig’s feet and black eye peas cooked together. Maybe it was because I made this dish once, around that time, which cemented this image in my mind. Or maybe it was the wonderful way the father and son were real with each other at the end of the movie. Dreams will bring some check to us when there is no one else that will dare, especially when we are not bringing love to our neighbor, the ones we find nearest to us, in any given time.

 

In the meantime I am scheduling and will be glad to work with you and your dreams, consider your spiritual path, check into the chakras and ask if you are praying or meditating. You can leave a message for me here or you can go the Psychology Today Site and check out my credentials and find a contact number, which will forward your number to me. I would love to hear from you. Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

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Crying Uncontrollably

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Cassie’s Sunflowers at the back of my yard

A beautiful morning in the ‘Burg. It is cool. A humming bird buzzed behind my head on my porch and the yellow finches are on the sunflowers at the back of my yard. I have been to a meeting of minds with my soul friends and am home again digesting some of what happened. I am travelling soon and I was asked about my upcoming journey to Morocco. We shared our news and I decided to talk about my visit to the Golden Temple in Amritsar November 2016. I spoke of how I travelled up the stairs, said my sincere prayers on each of the three floors, gave my small change, bowed my forehead to the floor, was shoeless, and came out on top only to find myself “bawling my head off.” It just over came me, much the same way as when my mother’s coffin was brought into her home and I got up to greet her dead body.  I was uncontrolledly loud and noisy in my Mom’s case.

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Violets on my front porch

Today’s meeting and conversation brought back the puzzle of these times. What just happened? Did I fall into another dimension? Was I crying for my mother in her case. But this does not explain why I cried at Amritsar. Perhaps I had a tumultuous past life connected to that place. It is on the far side of India, near the Pakistan boarder. In many ways it is very strange that I ended up there, and weeping on top of the temple.

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This is not the Golden Temple. It is a Buddha Stupa, Napal.

I thought of the fact that I got in touch with myself on a very deep level without much explanation other than I was meant to have this experience. It was heart opening for me, falling into the dimension of love.

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A beautiful Buddha from my neighbor’s yard

The piece of the puzzle that came together for me today is that one person, in response to my openness about crying decided to share a time when she wept as I wept. She was working with the story in the bible of the Good Samaritan. As she worked she found herself identifying with the poor beggar in the ditch. She found herself crying uncontrollably in her case also.

These stories from Lord Jesus are stories of our inner selves. We leave behind that beggar in the ditch, we ignore the one that loots us. There is a profound weeping from a part of ourselves, that we have abandoned parts of ourselves, never to go back and pick them up. All the characters in the story are parts of us. We walk by and ignore the robbed and looted part of ourselves.

These are the abused parts, from childhood, that are put away in the cabinets and attics of our lives and ignored. The beggar is that part of ourselves that cannot, that will not be part of what we insist is our lives. We cannot get those concrete looters from our childhoods to justice, but we can take care of our beggar. We can tackle the looters in the here and now that would ignore our past trauma.

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Cassie’s pumpkin

We are the beggars, and we are the healers of ourselves. We are the one who is willing to spend money on the beggared part of ourselves. We are the healer that comes back to see how our inner beggar is doing and make sure he/she is getting well and can join with the rest of us and get on with life. Otherwise the trauma stays with us.

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Cheryl’s potted plant

So looking at the experiences of weeping for no reason, I am brought around to the fact that I realized at some level, when my mother’s body was brought home that her time of loving, my time of loving her in an earthly tangible way was over. I was also seeing then that life is short, and I may have about thirty years left(less now) to make this move into love. Will I let the robber and looter and the one violent toward the beautiful spirit have its way with my energies? I just have to talk all the time to the healer, the Christ energies in me. I cannot let this looting go on; to make sure the time here is not wasted. If I take care of this, there is no need to worry anything else.

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This upwelling of the tears from deep down corresponds with a realization on a soul level that the only reason we are here is to love. We have to side with the beggar within, and to redeem those looting thieving parts through the help of the Christ, love energies within. We will reclaim that poor part of us looted and left in pieces in the ditch.  In revelations it speaks of the two who are left for dead in the streets. The looters are those parts of us who go around congratulating ourselves, giving presents to ourselves, when we stomp on that part, that soul and make it a beggar.

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It is a big commitment to do inner work, to corral that shadow part, that looter and thief of all that is worthy in us. Looking at our dreams it like looking at the parable of our own life. The dreams will be particular to us, individualized so we can see how to look forward and backwards at the same time, claim a life well lived. We will see how to awaken that inner one asleep in the tent. We will realize that it is better to awaken that part of us asleep on the bed than to have the bed well make. It is an act of love in the real sense to heal our selves.

I am not trying to drag you into dream work kicking and screaming. Only come because it is soul work you want to do, preferably with a passion. I can help with dismantling all that is stored in your attic of yourself. Some treasures to be claimed and some dusting out to be done as you do your work. Like a mother hen keeping an eye on her chickens, you can keep an eye on your dreams. It will keep you busy for the rest of your life but it is work well done and you end up leaving the hospital of your life and walking out hand and hand with your savior, your own good Samaritan and into the House of Love wielding the banner of conscious love, your ticket to ride. Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mariah and Soul Mate Matters

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A leaf caught in a spider web

She wanted to get a little psychic, be able to tell the reason for something in particular, like why she was connected to Uishneach. She had a habit of going over all his traits that she did not care for. She did not like his holding onto all the gold he had, with little though of giving her any more than what he saw was enough to run the household. She did not like his inability to figure out where thing would go in her house, or that his efforts in the yard or with making beds amounted to more trouble to her than it was worth.

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His idea of a well made bed

They had spent some time apart in the past and she was wondering if she was supposed to spend some time apart again or if it would be all for the best if he left her and her grumpiness, as he had in the past. She asked for a dream and while she did not get a specific dream, she woke up with a distinct impression.

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Her idea of a well made bed

She was supposed to be with Uishneach. She was some kind of ballast, weight against his work. It was irrelevant how she was with him. At a soul level she had agreed to be with him, to ground him through her own connection with the ground and with the heavens.

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She was connected to him through the earth and the sky

She could fight with him all she wanted or be in stony silence. She had her worth to him, and there was no one else to supply what she supplied. She meditated in the night for an hour or two. She prayed for him and his work. She loved him from the heart and she felt connected to him in her meditation. This was the real essence of their connection. But just to be sure she wanted to talk to the Druid about all her thought in this direction.

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Mariah and Uishneach were soul mates

She met the druid with his entourage of birds and animals and bowed and said she was sorry about the sour tea she had given him the last time they had met. He laughed it off, saying that the hedgehogs helped him see the funny side of it.  It helped him let it go into the night air where the sour tea went that night. He cautioned her that while her efforts to cause laughter was one sided, making her laugh a lot, she had something to learn about including the other person in such a way as to make the other person laugh as well. She should be careful with her wit, as not everyone would be as considerate as he was. Luckily the hedgehogs found it funny when he explained it all to them for the tenth time. When that time came he and his hedgehogs laughed and laughed and all felt so well afterwards, that he thought he should thank her for the sour tea.

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The hedgehogs listening to him

How did you explain the joke to them she asked? He said that by the time he was finished, on the tenth effort, describing Mariah in great detail, exaggerating here and clipping there, he got to the point of no return into the cavern of laughter. People from all over seemed to join them and they were carried away on the lightest of laughter bubbles. They touched down in many other places, even in Tir na n-Og, all the while laughing. They cried with laughter, they passed out with it. When they got up to go home it was almost dawn with the full moon setting as the sun came up.

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The rocks and the water

The druid and Mariah sat down on some stones near the river and they listened to the sound of the water around the rocks. The Druid said that the story the rocks told was of two people who were married together because of soul connection and had many a go around on the earth.  Sometimes they were more content with one another than other times. This time there was some karma from the last past life when Uishneach had lost some of her inheritance and she always had the feeling of trying to get it back from him in this life.  But leaving aside this little wrinkle in time, she was his soul mate and nothing could take this away, not leaving him in this life, him her or her him. They were free to do that of course. She often focused on all the little stuff of life to try and give her reason to leave but she could not.

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They travelled the same road

Mariah was not minding what the Druid was saying as she was playing a game with the runt of the hedgehog litter. When the little hedgehog bit her finger in play it reminded her that her sister planned to visit to tell her of her visit with family.  Mariah thanked the Druid who was smiling and nodding off. Mariah touched him on the shoulder and was gone. The end.

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Doorways

I continue to read about dreams as set out by Harmon Bro in his book about Dreams. The book is based on the 700 dreams that Edgar Cayce gave readings on. It inspired me to tell myself to stay with the dreams when I awake in the morning. I did this and remembered a few dreams the next morning, going through narrow low doorways to find my way. This book gets me to interpret myself rather than the dream. The dreams are sweet clues for me to find my way out into wide-open connection to the Spirit in which I live and move and have my being.

If you want to start with working with interpreting yourself and want to use your dreams as your stepping stone, I have some appointment next week and then later in September. I look forward to hearing from you. I love getting likes and or comments from you and I pray for those who read my musings.  Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

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Leprechaun trying to be Funny

 

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The overfull trashcan

Mariah made a list for herself and Uishneach to clean up the place before bedtime, before the pismires took over their humble abode. Food items needed to be put away, covered up completely and all waste foods put out in the mitten always from the house. The cat was eager to keep the rodents under control but keeping those pismires at bay was another job altogether. The surprise of being crawled on, lightly stung when nearly asleep was not conducive to a good nights rest.

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Cleaning up

Mariah and Uishneach had an arrangement with the dwarves to pick up their big trash at their house at certain times of the year. They liked to come when there was a full moon and had a number of rules of their own about how trash was to be presented to them. The items could not be put in a container that was too big.  Mariah had to supervise Uishneach’s efforts at guessing when the trash went out and in what receptacle. She had one trashcan that was very large, and it always looked so inviting to be filled to the brim. Then Mariah would have to pull it all out and the trash would be a big pile, dumped until the next month, when the bins would be empty and refilled again.

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The moon was shining

When the over large bin was out, the dwarves would start picking it up but then throw it down again and go into a long burbling conversation in their own language, about the size of the bin. They might argue and walk around it, feel the weight but ultimately not take it at all. Uishneach would take it personally. Mariah would encourage him to notice which bin was too large for the Dwarves. Nobody wanted to be cursed by them.

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The trash cans

 

 

 

The Dwarves had rules also about how big or small the trash could be. Some could be only one foot long and had to be tided in bundles. Other stuff had to be in small pieces, depending on what the dwarves did with it. Uishneach said that some of it went down the mines and he was not happy about that as it interfered with his looking for gold. Nobody liked walking around knee-deep in the dark in their own trash.

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In the mines

Mariah was happy that the last lot successfully went out on schedule and there was cleanness about that satisfied her. The night before the pickup the Druid Bernie had come by with his little bundle of trash and they had sat out in the moonlight in a chat room created by the hedges. They got to talking about dreams and she asked him how could she know if she was interpreting correctly. He asked if she was grumpy all the time and she said yes, he knew she was. He said that was a sign she was not interpreting correctly.

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A little grumpy

She said she had to be right, she had to be a bit grumpy or the trash would never go out and the place would never get cleaned up. Was it possible for her to have more patience, longsuffering, love for Uishneach, the Druid asked? She was not sure she could go there all the time. Maybe sometimes she could manage it after all the trash was picked up. Well, the Druid Bernie said, “Do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy?”She said that she knew she was right and that made her happy.

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Happy and right, Right and happy

She liked to get her own way, usually by frowning, by anger. The Druid thought she should go for more laughter or she would become the long faced leprechaun. Giving and loving were the needed spirits to ensure the dreams were strong and helpful. If she could not love Uishneach, she could not hope to be able to have an open heart, which would give her dreams to help her.

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She liked to get her own way

She told him a dream of going along with a younger man. He was dressed up for the night in black suit and white shirt, very formal. He wanted six hundred pieces to go and celebrate the night. Mariah wanted to give it to him on condition he promised to pay it back to her. He made no such promise and the dream seemed to go on in this tug of war all night. She noted that she had asked for a dream about her painful right hip and leg, which she was working on.

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Her hip-joint

The Druid Bernie lit his pipe and the smoke rings rose in the night air. He mumbled the word “pay back” from her dream and said she was refusing to see that her illness was related to karma, that she had to pay back for something related to coin in a past life. The male aspect of her was selfish and had been busy enjoying himself, refusing to look at how the leg is connected to pay back, for a karmic situation in a past life. Ignoring a creeping leg pain for years was an achievement by her partying male self.

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A little trickery

She decided to trick the druid. She knew how he loved his tea a certain way and she decided that when he asked for the second cup she would put the sour bitter crystal into it instead of the sweetness. She saw him raise the cup to his puckered lips, lined, a little overly red from sunshine. Then he exploded the liquid out into the night air.

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Blowing it out in all directions.

“Is that funny enough for you?” she asked. She fell down laughing. He was not amused and stood up to leave, whistling for his hedgehogs. They all marched off with their spines and noses in the air. When Uishneach came home he said the Druid seemed to be in a huff.

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Uishneach greeting Mariah

She felt a little sorry for what she did and resolved to try to bring love and service into her home, making it more comfortable, better food but above all looking for ways to be patient about the trash. She hoped that the next dream would be a follow-up especially if she did a drawing for the Druid of the whole business. She knew that would please him. The end.

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From the dreams

If you like my story above be sure to comment and or like below. I look forward to hearing from you. I pray for you and you can pray for me on a regular basis. Praying and meditation go hand in hand with dreams that are determined to bring in more consciousness. That is the place of not pretending. Love from Rose.

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The Lovely Birds

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The blue dress

Rose has a new boss, an executive director at the Center for Marriage and Family Counseling. She put him on the spot and asked him for a dream when introductions were happening. While his blue eyes pondered, the group laughed at Rose’s audacity to ask such a question. He said he would think about that.  Many years ago when Rose was starting work in the Community Services Board, she had a dream of finding a marvelous blue dress in a secret place near her office. It helped her settle and know she was at the right place and at the right time. It was a marvelous place to counsel twenty people a week, from all walks of life for years. She often worked with many more people a day, through doing group session, up to five a week. Good times.

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New bosses, old bosses or Rose’s shadow boss

As she sat eating her fare on her front porch, a bird landed in a tree near her and continued in a loud raucous never-ending call. She threw her eating utensil that landed in the grass nearby. The bird looked down, checking it out for food, but did not move. Rose ran over to the tree and shook the tree before it went away. Its loud squawk could be heard for a little while longer in the distance. Later, she saw a lean white cat with a ringed dark tail crouched to pounce on this bird. She ran out to stop the cat in his tracks. The cat was lean and young and his muscles could be seen through his fur. She does not like to see the cat eating up the birds, even a loud one. She immediately developed a little empathy for the bird, figuring out that the squawk was related to the cat being nearby.

When travelling to a meeting, Rose saw two doves on the road courting. They were catty corner to each other. They were not on her side of the road but on the lane on which traffic was coming toward her.  She knew by the speed of the red van and the birds disregard for that vehicle,  that this would not be a happy outcome.  She thinks that she saw one bird rise at the last minute. The other was left a pile of feathers; some blowing in the wind already after the van was passed. She wished she had not seen this at all. It made her think of her own relationships and the tenuousness of life. Perhaps she could be little kinder to her own mate?

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Rose and her mate not facing each other sometimes

In her previous house, in Belmont, she had a sunroom with much window space, crowded around with a pinoak and evergreens. Both her youngest and oldest children came in contact with sudden death through doves hitting the window at full speed and being killed from the impact.

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Where the moon is near as the sun come peeping our in the morning.

At that time there was a couple of doves making a nest in the nearby bushes. They were easily observed from the upstairs window as they walked about on the sunroom roof, flirting and loving on each other. They were much enjoyed until one crashed into window and died from impact. After that, the blinds were shut down against such pain and misfortune and to let the birds know not to fly through plate glass. The dove mate hung around for a long time on his/her own, where the partner was lost. The other dove that was killed on impact inspired a poem Rose wrote as Rose observed her child deal with the death of the dove. The ten year old wrote in her diary all the while feeling her neck with her free hand. Rose looked for the poem in an old poem binder, where she found many old poems by others when she attended poetry group in the 1990s. Her own poem about the dove has vanished into the guts of some long lost dead computer.

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Writing in the diary, bring watched by the mother

On the other side of the life cycle, Rose was able to observe a couple of doves hatch out two eggs in a nest below her window, a green bush that brought the nest close to where she looked out on the second floor. It was lovely to watch the eggs being laid, the little ones come out and be fed and to see the mother bring them to flight. One morning Rose looked down and they were gone. She thought the worst but on closer inspection, the two hatchlings were sitting on a branch a few feet from the nest. They were too big for the nest but not ready to get going yet.

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Rose watching the birds.

If you have outgrown the nest you find yourself in, it is a good time to get going with recording your dreams. This can be easily achieved by placing a pen and journal near you on the bedside table.  Rose always drink lots of water before going to sleep as she neglect drinking it during the day. She makes a suggestion to myself to remember a dream, no small remembrance, and then when the water wakes her up for a bathroom call, she  can look for a dream in the night. Her dreaming has been quiet in spite of reading a book on dreams. Rose will persist and as the moon gets fuller and as she makes suggestions before sleep to remember a dream,  she is sure she will be gifted by another dream soon. In the mean time she is drawing some mandalas to cope with her feelings.

Not all dreams carry profound meaning, but many do, so when you have gathered up a few dreams be sure to commit them to paper and to bring them my way. Dreams will work well with your intuition, congratulate you when you are making the right decisions and admonish you when you are making an ass of yourself. I have had many of all of the above. I am a dream specialist trained in the counseling field and am a Licensed Professional Counselor. I practice in Harrisonburg Virginia. I am on the Psychology Today site for more contact information. You can also contact me through your comment below. I love to hear if you liked the above or otherwise. I look forward to hearing from you. Love from Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Leprechaun Relationship

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She was sitting there in the sunshine, near the beach. She had made the annual pilgrimage to the water to get some carrageen moss, to feel the sea breezes and enjoy the August sunshine. The ocean was at its warmest, lapped about by the Gulf Stream as it came near to the coast, warming it into mild weather even through the winter. Her favorite seaweed proliferates there on the rocks near the water. She learned from her mother how to clean and steep it and place it in milk to be slowly boiled. It was lovely with a few berries on top and it set into a jelly, if left in a cool place. Sometimes Mariah just chewed on a little bit here and there for its nourishment. She learned to do this from the druid who carried it in his pockets.

 

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Like the amaryllis, she and Uishneach got along better when looking in their own different directions.

She was having a hard time with Uishneach being home. She felt she could eat him alive for any little infraction. The druid, who also was at the beach, had told her to avoid having any outburst and to go in her own place and ask why she wanted to blow up all the time. Sometimes she managed to be civil and things might progress and a nice conversation ensues. However when he started to make fun of her or her friends or impose his politics or religions ideas on them, she did not take it kindly. One friend said “You must love him very much.” When he did it to her sisters, they just up and left with hardly a goodbye.

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Politics and religion had strange effects on people

One night she was showing Uishneach some exercises she learned from an old woman who lived near the ocean. The old woman of the west and Mariah exchanged cures for their current problems and Mariah ended up with an exercise to try and put her heel down into her crotch area, to help with hip and leg pain. She was telling Uishneach about this attempt. She was about twelve inches out from docking.

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The foot

She told him he had to try and put it in his vagina, just as a way of explaining where the heel was headed. He took offence at her suggestion that he had a vagina. It was only as a reference point. Besides his inner woman has a vagina. He then tried to put his heel very close to her nose and mouth. She could smell that feet smell that run in his family. She almost fell out of the sleeping quarters as she pushed against him trying to maintain her place in the bed and avoid the errant heel. She ended up on the floor and the next day with a creek in her neck. She could not stop laughing as soon as she realized she had pushed a little hot button, insulting his manliness. She seemed to find a lot of delight in triggering something in him. The shadow, her shadow may be what came out in that laughter. Her shadow is still laughing.

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Inner men and women look out through our eyes

She found it so hard to do as the Druid said, to focus on her own bad moods, or her insulting mood, even as they were directed at Uishneach. She did not want to be the hardhearted ball breaker of a man inside herself either.  Figuring out Uishneach was a pastime of hers. She learned it from her mother and her grandmother. Her mother told her of the time that she and her mother were out and came across her new husband mending a fence. They stood there. Then he got in a temper and walked off. That was his bad mood she supposed. The two women were still talking about this incident when Mariah was a child. The relationship between her parents was unconscious.

The druid said that if Mariah was in a bad mood then its roots had to be linked to where it came from in her. If he was in a bad mood she could notice it, walk away or address without getting in a mood herself. That would be the healthy thing to do. Her inclination to boss, to analyze and to be right, to laugh at, was painful for him and even if she is remotely right, she has put him off completely. He does the same thing to her but of course she is not in charge of his inner workings.

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Mariah loved her father

Mariah’s father had a tight relationship with his mother, being the child that helped her carry water and wood. He helped her with baking too. Mariah’s sweet mother could never measure up. Mariah loved her father dearly and her Uishneach would never measure up, if she were in that complex of father energy. The view from Uishneach shoulders was never as good as the view from her father’s shoulders. Getting up on her own shoulders for a view of where she was going would be helpful no doubt. The druid said one day he was going to bring a ladder for her to get up on her own shoulders. It sure would make Uishneach feel a lot better. Typical druid instruction. How would she do that? He on his part seemed to find this funny as she saw a twinkle in his blue eyes develop. Other times she felt he was biased toward Uishneach.

Mariah was trying to see, was trying to feel her own inner self, apart from Uishneach. She was trying to agree that her bad mood was her own and was triggered from some complex of energy laid down inside from parents. Her father was quick to criticize her mother. Was it as simple as that? All the criticism in the world came from a never-ending spool placed in there by the relationship between her parents and their parents. This is how relationship is done, you criticize each other. Maybe it was just a piece of the puzzle.

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More ancestors

So instead of yelling at him from her complex, she could get out of it and speak in a civilized tone, accepting his late help to tidy up the place, to prevent an infestation of ants overnight. She could say her prayer; let all my feelings be filled with love; and mean it with her intimate other. Then she could put her hand out and place it in the hand of Uishneach before they drifted off to sleep, asking for the blessing of peace and love to be between them, to swim in that stream of peace and love all through the night. The end.

And if you want to pay attention to your dreams to tease out complexes, to sit in your own stream of love and peace, be sure to call and ask for an appointment. I look forward to hearing from you. Love Rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rainbow

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I awoke at 4.30am after about six hours sleep. I knew I was finished sleeping and I settled into my morning routine. I started with some chanting to get myself centered. While doing that, I noticed I was able to get comfortable in my body. Then I went into my Christian oriented prayer/meditation starting with the Our Father and its references to the chakras. By the time I got to praying for others at the end I was profoundly relaxed.

I was not at my own house, staying overnight with my beach compadre. It was after six when I went about getting breakfast and getting my stuff out of my car and into the other driver’s car. It seemed forever before my companion was ready and I had a hard time reigning in my impatience. The rain filled day matched my mood, watering my impatience. Soon we were on our way and the sky opened up over the beach and we left the rain mostly behind us to enjoy three days in the surf. We spent a sunny evening outside, eating out and the next day I got up before dawn to see the sunrise again. There was rain but the sunrise makes it through to give me a rainbow behind me. I was surprised when I saw it there. It was a new again experience for me.

 

I had a dream of the rainbow and I seemed to be explaining to someone we used to think that the rainbow meant  that there will never be a world-wide flood again. But I was maintaining that the promise is an internal one, that I will not be flooded again with everything that cuts me off from spirit, from the knowledge of the fact I am a spiritual being in this lovely earth, for a limited time. There is some glory there to be claimed. We have chakras that correspond to the rainbow colors, and that are also part of who we are.

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I heard a dream about the ocean. It is not the first time that the dreamer dreams of a huge wave, or similar threatening images. There is usually some kind of crouching  down and we are not affected by the mighty wave. It is interesting that this wave is so frightening to us yet does not hurt us. I think it represents the rising Kundalini, which frightens the holder of such energy but is not harmful if the person is preparing in the right way with meditation practice, prayer, has a mentor,  and dream study etc. The picture below is of the rising Kundalini. It is an old picture but not very old. I seem to have dragged in the boot of my male side to suppress it. I am looking on with that stupid innocent look on my face, like I do not own the boot. Sometimes it takes a few months to understand your own drawings and interpret them. A dismembered hand or foot has to be reclaimed.

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My lack of attention to attitude has given me lots of hip and leg pain, especially down the back of the leg and below the knee. My companion at the beach wanted the “Old Rose back” who can walk. There are not many people who take the trouble to cry about my condition. I would like the old Rose back also. But I get it, that some aging is happening and it is not always possible to turn back the clock. I took her advice about taking some supplements. I will take my own advice about my attitude. I find this a formidable project.

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exerciser at the beach

I pulled out my old steam cabinet a few weeks ago in the rain and scrubbed it down with baking soda for an hour or two. It is about seven years since I used it , never making use of it here at my new house. It felt so marvelous to sit into the steam laced with witch-hazel the first time and something else the second time. These substances are helpful to the body, as the body can absorb them through the skin. The pores open and there is a cleansing that goes on.

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The steam cabinet

I treated the steam cabinet as a sweat lodge. Some people are afraid of them but I have always attended them over the years. I found them helpful, sometimes feeling ten years younger for a few days, depending on who was leading it. Once an old lady gave around some potions to her disciples (I was not one of hers) and used some herbs on the coals that left me feeling wonderful for those few days afterwards. Everyone was invited to pray or sing and I loved to participate. Yesterday I had to open the door of my personal steamer a few different times to cool off and when I finally finished my heart rate was up a lot and very perceptible. I may have to consider keeping it a little cooler. Maybe a bath of ice water will help nearby.

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This little crab was near where I settled to meditate at the beach. He kept vigil with me watching me all the while.

And to my friends in the helper professions and to you I ask: Are you ready yet  to give to yourself what you give so readily to others? You deserve to have help looking within to find the truth of the tree of yourself. I will not drink and party with you but I will be able to pull away with you what ever needs weeding so that you can be in the comfort of who you really are and make no apologies for that.

We will look at complexes, shadow, projection, inner man or woman figures, the spirit of who you originally are, your oneness, by looking through the lens of your own dreams. We will draw dreams and mandala, we will laugh, we will become more conscious. I look forward to your comments, your likes, which you can leave below. You can also ask for an appointment time. I will not put your comment on the site if you are making a request for an appointment. You will also find me on Psychology Today where you will see I am a Licenced Professional Counsellor. I look forward to hearing from you, I look forward to working with you. Love from Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Angel of the Morning

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Recent mandala

I had a dream of my deceased mentor friend Maria. I am the go-between, between my friend Eliza, who celebrated her 80th birthday on Saturday, and Maria. Then a deer appears and complains that I am only giving him a cup of tea.

 

So after waking up I try and go backwards into the dream, as I am not long awake yet. I am distracted by the bright yellow light of the morning, which is a spectacular sky that is layered with clouds, tinged with lots of golden yellow. The yellow pervades the room and my yellow curtains take it on.

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The deer complains he only gets a cup of tea. I am in the center with Maria on left and Eliza on my right.

So back to entering the dream, I attempt about 7 times before I get any traction. My mind leads me off in different direction, no longer remembered. I was back in bed. As I began to interact with Maria and my now 80 year old friend, I though I was meeting myself in the future and also meeting my spirit that has gotten out of this body, even further in the future, represented by deceased Maria.

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Water colors on this post are from some years ago when I would try and paint my way through meetings.

I noticed that Maria has white hair and we talk about this. She says it matches her. I see she is wearing beautiful shoes, very elegant, black. Her upper body is clad in something with round black shapes on white maybe and the lower half all black. She was a natty dresser.(A way of working actively with the dream images, is to get yourself to fill in the blanks of the dream.)

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But most of my work focused on the deer, who is complaining that all I give it is a cup of tea. It comes back as the deer of some time ago who has an arrow in its side/leg flank. I am dealing with leg pain myself so it gets my attention. I spent a time having the deer energy enter me, licking the wounds in me, gnawing at some areas. I see someone who I call a potatoe head, not attractive, who wants to help in exchange for something. I realize that I will not work with such energy and go back to invoking the protection and help of the Christ, as now represented with/by the deer.

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At some point after this I go ahead into my meditation practice, and connect with the Christ energies inside and with the Father, through the hightest chackra. This is who I am interested in aligning myself with. This is where the energy comes down through me at the end and I have the choice to send it out for your and yours, for me and mine. This part of my meditation brings me to a close and as I stretch myself out of my long held posture, I fill with warmth, as if I got in my steam cabinet for a time.I finish up with “The Lord is my Shepherd.” “And Angel of the Morning don’t let me walk away.”

 

 

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I went to my poetry group again. There was a poem about transference read and I scribbled a drawing of the reader. I liked his rendition of the whole idea of transference. He noted his past is triggered and is at work as transference in his life.

 

Then I was called within to try and explain to myself what counter-transference is for me. When I perceive someone attacks me, instead of calling the person with transference on what had just happened, I would go into defense mechanism, retreat into a corner thinking that the person was attacking me, when all that had happened was that I become the recipient of that other person’s transference.

That person feels all the usual emotions triggered by something in therapy, blaming me for the emotions they are now confronted with. As they try and deal with the actual insults from childhood, and with how it is tripping them up in the here and now, I am given the blame and if I accept it in the corner of shame, no body is helped.  The transference is helpful, because the person needs to deal with this constipated way of dealing with life. If the therapist sees it and deals kindly with it, calling it fourth, having the person look at their emotion in the crucible of therapy then therapy is doing what it supposed to do.

And if you would like to get started in getting out what constipates you, gets you stuck, I will be happy to work with these transference issues as they arise. I do my own work as I look at what is going down underneath with myself, whether an old wounded animal appears again (without the wound this time) complaining about only being given a cup of tea. I am in a local café, having a fine breakfast myself and am going to draw that deer and see what comes up. The art-work will make it into this. I am calling you in. Do not hesitate. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Oh, you though I was addressing you, my dear, and maybe I am but I am also addressing my dream deer. Love from Rose.

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