Rose Longworth Counseling

What does the Great Spirit Think

Posted on August 12, 2022 by rlongwort

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The above help me determine how high the river is.

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

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

Art making at the Conference- based on a dream fragment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little creature of the River

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River of Life

Posted on July 31, 2022 by rlongwort

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

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

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

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

From the Dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the River

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stairs to Heaven

Posted on July 9, 2022 by rlongwort

Sunrise this morning was at 5.55 am.

Little Yellow airplane – after dawn on western side.

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

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

The blue and white of the Divine Mother and the green of the heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looking up into the staggering amount of creativity above me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LOVE FROM ROSE MARIE.

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Kundalini and The Beloved

Posted on June 23, 2022 by rlongwort

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy love is better than wine,” (Can 1:2)

All watercolors found here are from a journal I kept in 1995.

The inner and the outer beloved visit us in our dreams and in our infatuations. The inner beloved is associated with the spiritual and God as lover and the outer takes the projections of love. These projections help us hook up with partners and lift us up until such time as we settle into the work of true relationship, whoever it is with, whatever gender they happen to be. The inner beloved keep us connected to our Spiritual Path and opens up as we walk more deeply into it. The outer lover grounds us in the earth helping us make real on the earth real love.

Recently I attended a wedding of my friends, Allison and Melissa, with a beautiful ceremony outside, and marvelous food to celebrate the occasion.

A dream that could stand more investigation.

Being at the wedding, brought me back to my teen years in “Our Lady of the Angels” Boarding school in Mullingar, Ireland. We were a group of thirty five girls spread over three grades and as I turned fifteen, I was leaning into my own feelings about who I was attracted to. I fell deeply for a young woman who came to the school for one year.

When ever I looked into her eyes I felt a rush of warm feeling that made me want to faint. I know now that my first love was the object of my projection of the beloved. First love is usually accompanied with the first movement of energy in the first chakra, the root of ourselves.

He looks a bit like my father. He could have neck issues hilighted in above image relating to Karma.

Another girl asked if I wanted a kiss and before I could say anything I was kissed. I did not care for her so much and when she started pinching me, as I climbed the stairs ahead of her, I turned around and slapped her hard on the face. Sister Thomas heard about it and looked at me with great disapproval. from across the wooden classroom desk.

Toward the end of the school year, I went to my beloved’s bed but Sister Patrice was doing her rounds and I was shunted back to my bed. I remember that delicious feeling as we lay together. I have it now for my lover when we lay together.

In my dormitory with about twenty beds, I settled into my own and listened to someone playing pop music on radio Luxembourg, under their bedclothes. Sister Patrice said she would tell the priest about me. I was intimidated by her but she said no more about my night time wanderings either.

I was jealous of my beloved’s closeness with a fellow classmate and I thought slapping her would help. Before I did so, she said that if I ever did slap her she would not speak to me again. She kept her word and I found myself facing the pain and loneliness of the situation.

This 1995 journal, from which these watercolors are taken are full of images, both male and female

The school year ended soon and I wrote to her in vein. I moved on to my first job in a restaurant , and met a boyfriend. He was briefly my new beloved.

I have had intense feelings for at least two other women over my twenties and thirties. I had a dream about one, that our big toes touched and I was flooded with ecstatic feelings, light climbing up through me and filling me. I read at the time that in some Indian Religion a goddess resided in the big toe.

This image has references to healer and healee, and says further down “synchronize brain waves and healing takes place.”

I categorize the above outburst of light, as a Kundalini experience, where that energy was moving in my first chakra and flooded me with intense feelings, which then got projected onto my friend. I had an active meditation practice and worked with a mentor.

My mentor, and other writers of the Psychoanalytic, interprets such movement of energy as something to be observed, rather than acted out. I was in no mode to be careful initially, dealing with an inflation of this outburst of spiritual energy, and told me friend about these feelings.

My mentor held the space for me and interpreted another dream, (of a very dark sky and back door banging dangerously,) telling me to be careful with me feelings, to contain myself and not put my family, of three young children and a busy husband, at risk.

I felt mortified to be rejected, but in the end, that projection subsided and the energy in the first chakra normalized, and it did not hurt our friendship and we remained good comfortable friends, over the years.

A recent dream of lesbian lovers came to me just before the above wedding. In my dream one girl wanted to stay in the relationship with deep love but the other wanted out.

After talking to a very attentive friend at the wedding and after considering the dream in a meditation hour, I realize that the two women represent aspects of me. One wants to stay with the inner beloved, exploring the relationship and the other wants to go out looking for ten thousand things that are to be found out there.

I am doing an eleven day kundalini practice, finishing at Solstice. I wept one morning big salty tears as I considered the division in me, how I am not able to fight for the woman who only wants the beloved, to love and serve. My tears went into my ears, and mixed with the sandy salt still in there from my encounter with the ocean on the last morning on the beach.

I was trying to get out of a full tide, rolling waves situation, and it took four efforts; climbing out, anchoring my feet into the shifting sand, grabbing the ground when I was down on my knees, going with the wave as far in as I could, before being dragged in again.

Early Morning Meditation at the Bay at First Landing State Park

After the fourth wave broke over me, I was far enough up the sand to jump up and run for my life out of the water. There was pounds of sand in my swimsuit and my hair surely rustled as I left the beach, little sandy stones spraying around me out of my white curls.

Grey morning light with the crows and a sunset at the bay.

Sometimes I like to say that I am giving God a chance to get me at least once a day, especially if I have a near miss, driving, or biking into a ditch, or fighting against the water. I usually get a good laugh for that. But now that I am thinking about this thing that I have no control over, I really do not want to pass over any time soon. I want to use this valuable time to love and serve and to see how to do it the better, complete with inner and outer lover. I am held lovingly as I work on these words.

The Physical energies of creation mirrored in the first, root, chakra are a mirroring of the Kundalini energies that are spiritual in nature. — I attended a Kundalini Class via Zoom on the Bay side where we had a cabin for a week. I was down there for 5.00am with only crows around sometimes.

Letting me headstrong self out of the genii bottle can be a good thing, as long as I know where I am going… straight forward wherever the spirit leads. Love from Rose Marie.

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Rising Risers

Posted on June 9, 2022 by rlongwort

I meditate to come into contact with God and can spend two hours of a night doing that. I hope that has left a positive imprint on the house I am selling.

After early morning meditation on Virginia Beach

I know I have been successful with meditation, if I return to my bed and my partner says something like “it is the Bridgewater Yard sale tomorrow” and I am filled with brimming laughter and can not keep it suppressed. He was the one who found my new house here when he went yard “saleing” and got lost. He saw the “for sale” sign. We were on it and we now have this house. I am in love with it and feel it is a gift from God.

Gaelic for “Welcome to my house.” A gift from real estate helper, Mr Moore.

He also can go yard sailing and find exactly what he wants. He came back this past Saturday morning with a composting bin, some extension cords, some bird decorations and a vice grip. He said they were all on his list, things we need.

First sunset at the new house and the finder of the house.

That laughter was sweet and while it does not always happen it often happens inspired by something or other random that might happen to two people living in such close quarters. Laughter is said to be the “best medicine” and I love when I make people laugh and when I can cheer people up. It was an ideal of mine from way back.

A witty friend, Pamela said “Something you found while packing.”

Selling my house in Harrisonburg City caused me to be negative about getting it sold. One real estate agent told me that my house is one of the few in Harrisonburg that have retained so much of the light and beauty of an old house, is preserved very well and has been expanded into a modern beautiful home.

Some of the new construction came under the eye of the city and was approved. However, for some reason, the stairs put in ten years ago was not. The stairs was a little squashed into the available, most convenient space, resulting in narrow steps. It has not been accepted by the city as “up to code,” which applies to all new construction.

After one phone call I cried for a while. Then I prayed and that made all the difference to my attitude and I immediately became less anxious, a sign I had made the right decision to redo the stairs. It was so hard for me, to tackle doing needed phone calls but was able to do it once I had made the right decision regarding the house.

Rose resisting the truth of the situation and the need to adjust in many ways again.(The red for anger, the dark green for fear, the grey for depression, the orange for push in the wrong direction. The blue and green drag me over in the right direction, with a little heart and enlightenment.)

My bible study crew are very helpful in encouraging me They made a point of praying for my house and this carried me in a little boat over the hump of resistance, doubt and fear. The city folks are helpful in saying they will expedite it and check plans and drawings to make sure it can go smoothly.

Doing something is always helpful. Find where you are led to do the next thing. Writing e-mails to the city was it for me. I sent a drawing, pictures, words over several e-mails which brought the engineers to ask questions, which I answered and eventually they said they would visit my house. That is what I needed to go forward.

I can now report that the “three risers” under the steps are in place and I am feeling that the stairs is like my back bone. As I fix this central part of my house, I am also fixing the central part of my back bone at my center. The risers needed raising 3/4 of an inch at bottom so that it could be within 3/8 of an inch of code which is “the magic number” to go forward with the stamp of the city.

I think of my back bone and am thinking of raising my whole back bone up a little. Perhaps standing on my head by hanging off the bed or hanging over into a u shape will do the trick.

Do what is on hand and then the next thing will come. I am looking for a literal rising of the energy through my back gone more freely. I will settle for that. The stairs at the house is icing on the cake.

The dirty dust (The title of a fun book I read, given to me by my sister in Ireland.It was concerned with eternal gossip, engaged in by the dead in a certain graveyard.It helps me let go of some of my own useless squabbles with others.)

I am exposed the the “dirty dust’ that comes with demolition to insert the longer stairs. We found the weight bearing wall and hung the stairs there. I breath out the dirty dust literally, and made some use of a mask. I also breath out what is not helpful in myself when it comes to opening up to the pattern in me that is of God. What handfuls of dirty dust do I breath through that needs sweeping clean out of my body, hidden and ignored for over ten years.

The rock at Rawley Springs being held by the tree branches.

Prayers for finishing off the house and getting it sold by the 19th, a date that was given to me in a dream relating to the house. I am not a fortune teller but am curious to figure out if that “19th” had a literal meaning for me and if it is attached to my house.

Do not stop meditating and spending time in nature, where it is easy to feel close to God especiallywhen you are determined to do that.

Love from Rose Marie.

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Outpressing of the Spirit

Posted on May 17, 2022 by rlongwort

I took the opportunity to breathe deeper, while doing my exercises, outside, and to think in terms of a dream that I got some months ago, where I was told to breath into five purple “flowers” above my head. The injunction was that this breathing into the place of God, the seventh chackra, above the head yet connected to the head, would make them “more real.”

The five flowers over the Church in Greece

I see a violet mist or color above my head, a rainbow color and texture. When I got the experience, I bolted upright in bed and repeated a few times, “I almost lost that experience.” So real and at the same time fleeting, just beside the door to my conscious mind, which had opened to let me have this experience. It was from the unconscious and manifested itself to my left and above me, as I looked.

Just a few days after having that dream, I saw a picture of a crosslegged monk, sitting in meditation, and five similar shapes over his head.

While on my travels in 2019 in Greece, I noticed I have a picture of similar shapes on the top of a church.

I am full of prayers for this out pressing in myself. I noticed my thoughts clicking onto difficult issues and noticing a pain here or there as I exercised. I thought my pains were related to my habit of gnashing my teeth about some people and having a negative outlook on somethings unfolding in my life.

Gnashing teeth a little, taken in a cafe in San Juan, Porto Rico, earlier this year.

I am quick to point out to others to pay attention when they have a dream about false teeth gnashing the thumb bloody, but it is only when I can catch my own gnashing of teeth, that I have a chance of out pressing the spirit in myself.

The hymn with the words “I am with you through it all… I go before you always, come follow me…” are dancing around in me for a few days. What ever I experience as difficult comes up to be cared for by me. I want to brood and block the flow of energy when I can be opening my heart to all involved, allowing that which is best to flow into the situation. “I am calling you over..” comes to be sung too.

So I am dancing in the weeds of buying and selling my house. Fears are many and varied and I will not bore you with details. But I will say it is causing me to let go again and again, to breath more deeply into my flowers.

From the dreams -a helpful Virgin from a man’s dreams

My sister is traveling in the south of Ireland, close to where my sweet mother had a great vision of the Virgin Mary.

My mother, felt so loved and so enveloped when the Virgin Mary smiled down at her. She made me come back there, to that little church in County Cork, when I was in my early sixties and we realized the specialness of that vision and it was not to be repeated on demand.

This vision, she described, not twelve months before she died, was of “a house came down over me”, “everything fell away” and “The virgin looked into my eyes, with her smiling eyes, and I felt so loved.” These are the memories I now have of her describing it when she was seventy and again when she was ninety.

By the time she was ninety four she was a little hunched over, sitting at the side of the bed, blind, with her key board right in front of her where she could play hymns to Mary, and she described her vision again. I love that she had that experience of the other reality, of her Virgin Mary, and that she had such clear memory, and had words to describe it at the end of her life.

The Goddess Tara from another Religion. She is said to have seven eyes.

I questioned her about “the house came down over me” words that she repeated, when ninety, with emphasis, aghast that I was not comprehending. I became quite as she explained how the Virgin came close to her, swooped away from her place at the church and with the feeling of a rush of spirit, came into my mother’s near proximity, smiling at her, opening her heart.

She said the warmth she experienced was visceral and stayed with her for a full year. She tried to explain to a near neighbor on pilgrimage with her and he patronized her and she feared to tell her confessor at the Carmelite Church in Moate. However, her experience never left her and informed her beyond any knowledge from church or priest. It moved over her subjective knowledge and was given a Reality that did not leave her wanting.

Finding the key – They may be already on your person – Five keys.

I hope you too can find this other reality in the midst of your meditation and in the midst of difficulties in your life. It is a great gift to be given such visions. I hope your can look into your dreams and appreciate that when your grandmother, in her nineties, shows up with special sparkly red shoes that that too is telling you something special. You have the choice to be a carrier of love, whatever the situations that comes your way.

“God is our Mother” from Julienne of Norwich

George Fowler* and Brother Merton, two Trappist monks, (one ex, one deceased) who spent years in silent meditation, in monasteries, describe situations which blew their realities away and left them changed. Knowing this other reality, that swamped them with love, filling their lives with not just a knowledge of love but with the Reality of Love within them.

Love from Rose Marie.

After reading about visions, and having one or two myself and being with my Mother's visions, I want to encourage others. A Reality that has a profound effect on those who have them. I often hear of them in therapy sessions. — From the dreams and a Mandala as well.

*From whose book I got the word “out pressing of the Spirit.”

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The Shadow Index Finger and Light through the Hand

Posted on April 18, 2022 by rlongwort

I am at the beach again and on my favorite path near the bay in First Landing State Park. I am riding my bike along and it is a ninety degree day, with people, dogs, babies and bikes all on the same path.

I am riding a new bike to me, higher off the ground and bigger wheels. I love the ease of changing gears and generally feeling up off the ground and speeding along. It may be doubtful that it is a good idea for me to ride it but I have no doubt about how I feel on this bike.

The bike wheel did not fall off but got a bit squeky

I am watching and slowing down at a particular corner where there is a bench and more open path. However a big shaggy dog is there with its owner calling to it “Reilly” to get him back to the owner. He is off the leash. He sees me and starts wriggling his whole body in anticipation of meeting me. I do not like getting down off the bike as it is an effort to get back up. However this dog is oblivious to his master and runs straight at me and at the last moment puts his whole body in my way. I jump down, stay upright and the wheel flips to one side.

My reaction to all this is to yell at the owner about keeping the dog on its leash. “what is the matter with you, it is not Riley’s fault, it is your fault. I am a 70 year old woman and do not like being stopped suddenly.” She gets the dog under control. She said it was a very hot day 90° and she just let the dog out for a moment to get into the water.”

The dog has a long shaggy coat and must’ve been very hot. However I am frightened, had a fear of having a fall. I do not say any thing else but noticed that my front mud guard is now rubbing in a noisy way, a little high pitched squeal togo with my squealing at Riley’s owner.

As she walks on she shouts back at me “Happy Christmas, happy Easter and bless your little heart” and her words had a certain unpleasant squeal too.

I notice a man standing nearby with his eyes closed down toward his small son who is just knee-high to him. The boy is a little wide eyed looking around. My face gets red as I write this paragraph. I have some shame for shouting in front of the little boy.

I feel the shame of lashing out at Riley’s owner because they had no intention of hurting me and somehow my not reading the situation and not being willing to get down off the bike more quickly did put me in a shaky situation.

I am surprised and in wonderment at myself that here I am trying to love my neighbor as myself and this is what I do. When I recounted the story to someone else, they wondered if I was at risk of getting in a fight. I have never thought of that but probably yes, especially if I had reacted to the comments and the “bless your heart words”in particular.

As I went on my way further out towards the bay under the watchful eyes of falcons in high nests, the whole incident is playing in my mind and I wonder how I could’ve done better. I reasoned about the fact that she had no intention of hurting me, that I was not under threat of any kind and that she was just trying care of cooling off her big shaggy dog.

This led me to start praying for Riley and the mother of Riley and as soon as I had done my first prayer I felt my stomach release like something was letting go that had been totally tightened up and tightened in. Nice to feel that letting go and realized that the prayer was the thing that is helpful to me.

In my last blog about Moriah and Springtime, I mentioned the devil taking a pound of flesh. I had some misgivings about these ideas from my religious background. And also mentioned by Shakespeare in one of his plays. I remember the delicacy and the terrible feeling I had in the play when someone was ordered to give a pound of flesh for something they did.Would there be some pound of flesh here to be paid?

I went to the beach later and there was a gentleman shoveling the sand off the path that led up and over onto the beach. He said he was doing his civic duty and we had some friendly talk about his ancestors being from Scotland. The next day in the same place I am getting on my bike and my foot catches on the path and the bike falls to the right and I fall to the left. There are some ridge marks on my leg and I feel a thump on the ribs but very little after effect.

I get up and go my way but wonder if that fall was the pound of flesh for my efforts to pray for the woman and squash my perseveration about what she had done. That I needed to fall down is one thing but my attitude to the falling down is another. While I have some pain I won’t be suffering from it because I repeatedly let it go by praying for all concerned, myself included.

My index finger on the right hand is refusing to bend up all the way toward the palm. This is something very new and I now have this idea that the right finger is used for pointing at people in accusation. “Look she did the wrong thing, she let her dog off the leash.” There is another way to use the hand which is to turn it over and open my hand out and allow the light to go through my hand to go to the person, acknowledging the light in them. Namaste. Love from Rose Marie.

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Moriah Celebrates Springtime

Posted on April 14, 2022 by rlongwort

A watercolor of three dreams – same night, same person

Moriah and Druid Bernie were going to have some afternoon chat to celebrate the fine weather and the spring time. Moriah thought she could hear the sap climbing up the tree where she had put her arrangements out at the back of her house. She knew the green buds on the tall tree would be out in no time and the tiny new birds would be hatched out too.

Last year a fledgling robin flew into the side of her head when she had startled it with her presence near by. The bird startled her too and she was thankful for the scattering it brought. She hoped she could be lifted up with the sap, hear its rushing, this year again, if only for a few seconds.

When the Robin flew into the side of her head scattering her.

When she saw Druid Bernie coming down the lane in his great one piece robe, made on a loom by the dwarves, she was delighted. When he gave a low whistle, the mother hedge hog came out of the bank on the side of the avenue. The banks were covered with primroses, pale round yellow wheels surrounded with early spring greens.

The mother hedgehog rounded in front of him. She had three babies who stood and stared. Bernie found some dried berries in his pocket and gave them to the mother hedge hog who shared them with her babies. After talking to them all he pulled himself up and came on down the lane to Moriah’s house. He had a new walking stick but was moving just fine.

The water pot was hopping on the fire ready to make tea, and her fire was finishing off cooking her latest fare full of the last of the apples and dried blackberries and honey, eggs and cream. It was no time after greeting each other, that they were ear deep in the drooling sweetness.

He pulled out his pipe and filled it. He had a little wooden pipe and she had one with a little hole in the side to let air in to burn the better with. They let the effect of the smoke wander over their full stomachs and empty brains. Now they were ready to talk.

They talked about emotions and about moods and thinking. Bernie said that she had to realize that the thinking affected her emotions and mood and that she could control the thinking, reason with it, if she put her mind to it.

Bernie brought up some old dreams she had shared with him in the past about horses. He said that sometimes her thinking acted as unbridled horses and appeared in her dreams as horses that came up stairs or horses in the barn that had evil intentions toward her. At the time she never though that she was responsible for the mad horses. Now he thought she might be ready to consider her part in the wild horse dreams. Wake herself up a bit.

He told her to make sure and get out of the way when a group of the horses came barreling down the street that would cooly run her over. He said she was releasing some mad emotions and it is best to get out of the way of intense feelings that are overwhelming. She could ask for the divine spirit to help her and know she would be helped and that the intense feelings would go away given a little awareness. Breath out and breath out some more, he told her.

If that did not work she could go to a healing ceremony, stand in the middle and let the druids spin the black thorn sticks above her head until she could hear their whir and fall into that sound of healing that came after some time of spinning in the middle. He was not sure she would need that but said he could arrange it if needed.

He said that one never knows when one has stirred up a hornet’s nest inside by making a strong prayer to change from the same old same old to something higher. She had pledged her energies to helping others, by making more pure dream interpretation and she had pledged more kindness in her relationships.

When she kicked out those opposing intense feelings it was the devil taking a pound of flesh on the way out that stirred up some illness, pain or accident. She should not be too surprised if she bumped herself in some way. It was just a reminder that the unconscious was adjusting to what she had pledged and more intentional releasing was needed. Breathing out such negative emotions would help again.

Chasing out – looking for a pound of flesh

Druid Bernie said that the important thing for her is to prevent that old boy from saddling back in on her old established patterns. If she let the same old emotions and black moods back in it would be seven times harder to start again.

Moriah was not sure she could see any more of this and felt her eyelids drooping and her mind wandering. She went with it and was soon fast asleep.

She had three dreams and when she woke up the Druid had completed three interweaving circles and in each circle he put the main image from her three dreams. Then he got up and said it was up to her to find where they intersected and especially to find that center in herself that was the center of the tree dream circles.

He said he hoped she would not stay too much above in the trees with the sap, but come down where her dreams were leading her.

And with that he was gone again. She always felt some pangs of loneliness at his retreating back but was soon looking into his circles. She hoped the wind would not blow the dust away and prevent her from figuring it all out. She would be sure to ask him about it on his next visit and she pulled out some paper and began making her own circles. How she loved to do that.

The end.

Love from Rose, Happy dreaming and happy figuring out, finding the answers within you.

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Let the dream interpret you.

Posted on April 1, 2022 by rlongwort

Instead of interpreting the dream, let the dream interpret you.

One of my photosof a train going through Harrisonburg recently

I dreamed that I was on the rail line between Dublin City and Howth and I got off in Sutton and set off walking on that patch of land that goes out to Howth Harbor. In the dream I was wondering whether to walk the road, well-trafficked, or to make my way onto the beach and walk to Howth through rocks and sandy beach.

Rocks leading up to a doorway in Wolfe Street in Harrisonburg

I reenter the dream.

Active Imagination

I get off the train and use the stairs to get on to the bridge above the railway line. From there I have access to the beach. I see that the tide is in and I have to walk on some black rocks.The water comes up to my knees at one place. I am thinking about the idea of past lives and how that might be part of who I am. I leave that thought to concentrate on not falling into the water, as I carry my shoes and bag, empty now of lunch contents, three apples and cottage cheese. As the beach widened I walk up along the sand.

It is early November and the Irish Sea is warm still after a lovely summer. The water is mostly glassy with a few ripples near the shore as the tide recedes again.

I am tired after a long day, walking on my platform shoes and working my office job.

I go into the water up to my waist. I think of the idea of walking on water and put my foot up on the water to see if I get any leverage. I fall forward on my face wetting my hair and not being able to swim.

I exhaust myself a bit more but am enlivened by the water and the sunny evening. When I come back to the beach I spread out my coat and lie on it. Now warm in my clothes, I am soon fast asleep. And in this sleep this dream did come…I dream…

I am again walking up the beach

I see a figure, who seemed to come out of nowhere, in a robe of blue and white stripes. He is sitting on a make shift chair made of some sticks and canvas loosely slung together. He is sitting at a fire on the beach. He pushes a piece of wood with his foot as he invited me to sit myself at the fire.

Still Waters in the evening time on Shenandoah River, near Port Republic.

I am surprised at the offer to walk on the still blue water. The sun was setting, as we tried out our steps on the water, now changing colors to gold and reflecting many colors from a heavenly sky. We circled as I glanced out to Ireland’s Eye seeing that knob of land so near, so green, so beautiful. From there we flew to the island and walked the rocky path to the highest point. The waxing moon had found its place in the sky. This was a take off place for many destinations.

When we came back a fisherman greeted us warmly, as we left our dance. He gave us a parcel. This was some of the best tasting food I ever had. The drink was of a marvelous taste.

WATER AND ROCKS IN PORTO RICO National Park

I was awoken from this dream by a blue bottle fly trying to get in my open mouth. I sat up and rubbed by eyes and looked around. Distracted by the blue bottle I almost forgot my dream. I paused and began to back track through the dream. Did I really fly out over Ireland’s eye and see the moon rising over it? Was the moon a little dusty as I landed on it and who was that wonderful person that seemed to come out of my bones and make me feel at home in the magical waves?

The sun was about to go below the horizon as I left my dream musings. I gave thanks for the lovely dream and gathered myself and set off for my home located on Church Street, Howth. I planned to write that dream down in my journal and fill it full of all the details. I would draw some images too.

Recent watercolor of a blending in together in the dance

That evening as I meditate I have trouble stilling my thoughts. I am sitting still easy enough. I bring myself back again and again to reducing my size into a small little happy baby pose, as I still my thoughts into a glassy sea surface. Suddenly there is a crack and something breaks away from me and falls on the floor. It happens more times and soon I am small enough to be in the middle of a lotus flower, the petals of which are falling away from me until there is a diamond light above me, blinding me.

As it settles down and as I go lower below the light I see it is a warm steady flame above me. Out of this space I send out this light, love and healing to what I see are the troubled spots in the world. I have a long list and as I go through it, focused on this point of light I am cleansed and healed by it. I send it to surround my readers too.

I travelled to a marvelous place, Porto Rico recently.

Love from Rose

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A Dream Jogs my Earlier life Back into Focus.

Posted on March 26, 2022 by rlongwort

Much of my earlier life is very definite in my mind, yet when I try and remember some of the fine details they can escape me. What did the railway station in Howth look like? And the way between the station and the strand and many other details are vague to me now. Nevertheless I find that when I write, I fill in details sometimes without being sure that I am right.

Today I went back to Crimora in Virginia to show my friend the Riprap trail and I was certain how to get there, with a Bear lane someplace nearby. I often went up the trail to the deep swimming hole, very cold, with friends and church groups. I was always getting into that water too. I found Bear Lane, but this road dead-ened with big notices of Private Property and houses where there used to be a parking place where the horse boxes pulled up and where we, as hikers came regularly. It has been closed down for a few years and there is current litigation going on about it. I was disappointed. I brought my waking sticks and hoped I could go back there.

I doodle while I listened to a recent dream.

Right side of the brain exercise completed at a meeting. They were using masks.

I was satisfied that my memory was better than I though, when we stopped into a local gas station and found out what was going on.

A recent dream brought me back to a time when I lived in Howth, County Dublin in my 20s. I lived in community and we had a yoga teacher. He did not live with us. I became the bread baker for the community/company and sent bread into the store/gym in town. The bread I made was always whole wheat bread. Sometimes I made apricot pies and raisin bread too using wheat based crust. Large cans of cooked apricots from Spain were available locally and very delicious, even with a bread crust.

On a recent airplane ride I drew a picture of my fellow passenger. She was inspired to draw a picture of herself for me in return. We talked dreams and the journey was shortened for us both.

There was a walled in Garden up at the back of the house that was accessed by the stairs through the house. Under the apple trees, filled with blossoms, in the spring was a wonderful place to lie. There were little bedrooms and big bedrooms. I had met my ex-husband through the yoga and we hung out and lived together in this house. There were a number of couples and one child that lived with her mom.

Watercolors of some friends I met recently on a trip.

We paid rent and also give more than the required amount as we felt inspired to support the whole venture. It was mixed up with past lives and the idea that we were all pretty important people in a distant biblical past. One of the tall girls had some ability to see the past lives of others. She said I was interested in prison reform and was a quaker in another life. The Edgar Cayce readings were front and center, backing up these ideas.

As part of this community our duties were to teach yoga classes. We practiced yoga but we’re not given much in the way of formal training. The leader liked to come in late at night after some class in Dublin, and we all stood around as he talked. We had some high jinks with dancing on the table and staying up all night and had a lot of fun, as a group.

Mandela in architecture in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

I was passionate about things like prana, diet, and yoga exercises. We did classes in the towns both far and near. I was dropped off in Mullingar, in the center of Ireland. My classes were held in an upstairs hotel room with big windows that looked out on the street. I waited for the other person to come back from her class in another town, to get my ride back to Dublin.

Part of the Yoga business included selling cottage cheese and bread to the class members as well as in the store/gym in Eccles Street in Dublin. Not everyone loved the hard bread and follow-up business was not always that great for my bread. The cottage cheese was made by another member of the group. He took on this onerous chore of producing cottage cheese to a consistent standard.

From the dreams – completed in session while working on a dream

I was interested in dreams back then and kept a number of big dream journals. When emigrating to the United States I decided not to bring them with me and left them out for the trashcan. Later I kept dream journals and pondered their meaning.

I am still having dreams but much less often, reduced to a few a month. I do hear dreams every day from others and love to hear them, draw them, talk about them and generally walk around in them. Chains have appeared in three dreams of others lately.

This morning in meditation I quieten my body into a stillness by breathing exercises and chanting. I am also seeing the need to quieten my mind so I brought myself back to this task a few times. I said “less and less” of Rose and “more and more of God” as I got into a child’s pose (yoga) in my mind a number of times. Eventually there seemed to be a shift and I felt some thing that was around me fall away and like a lotus flower opening. I was left with a center above me. It was shiny and diamonds and finally a flame.

Karen had a big party week planned in Puerto Rico. This is the picture she drew for me.

When I told this to another, he said that when I said those words he had the vision of being very small and going into the lighted cross. I am reminded of the white shadow of the cross from my mother’s dream. I felt calm and at peace after the meditation.

If you are wondering what to do about any war situation, you can meditate at 8 am and 8 pm each day and when you get into some center in yourself, you can send the light to surround the leaders of nations. Do not be frustrated, accept what is and be assured your prayers will be heard in God’s time. Thank you for reading, for considering these things. I look forward to comments.

This little light of mine – I’m going to let it shine.

Love from Rose.

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