Rose Longworth Counseling

Leprechaun Helpmeets

Posted on May 23, 2018 by rlongwort

Arboretum Peony – magnificent red

The Druid was spouting talk about helpmeet stuff. Mariah and Uishneach are both in that part of life where they want to be helpers to each other, insofar as they can figure out what that means in the running of their lives along side each other. Mariah was still trying to decode this “helper thing” and how it related to their relationship, that they would no longer be conditionally loving each other or that they owed this or that to each other.

Was it that she could go her merry way and he his own merry way if they felt that was necessary in the ordinary course of life, catching hands sometimes, but facing forward into their own spirituality, tasks, concerns and businesses?

Like branches on a tree, relationships are complicated, with the need to be together and yet separate.

She was inclined to have eyes for how he dressed, how he ate, how he slept and was trying to wean her mind from doing that. “Did she not have some music to make, did she not have some dishes to wash?” she asked herself. Perhaps she could improve in this area.

Mariah looking for her cups

And still she wanted to break his habit of putting things in the wrong place in her house. There was a shelf for the cups but he was putting them up on top of those shelves where she never looked and where she could not reach. When the cups ran out and she had no place to pour her tea she found that going around the place looking for the lost cups gave her a certain red rage and when she at last spied them on top of the shelves, from a distance, she would be so mad she might knock one down and break it. She knew she made him nervous with her temper and that might be responsible for his confusion about where the dishes went. His quest for gold also would get in the way of paying attention to how her house was run.

Uishneach and his pockets

Once when he left her for a longer than usual time he came back and said he made a mistake and wanted to only live with her. When he came back to her, he wanted to let others know he was taken. Mariah gave him a ring. But she did not see the point of having him wear the ring now. If she was playing by the new rules, she would have to let him get his own ring and mind his own business in ever way. She wanted her ring back. The dwarves have made it for her with great effort and expense. How to get it back was a problem. Perhaps she could grease it. Slip it off when he was still asleep.

A ring A ring of wild roses

When she asked him if he remembered saying that she was the “only one” for him, he said he never said any such thing. She knew this to be a lie, but she felt relieved that he did not feel he wanted her in any definite dependent way and was only giving her a whirl, while they could be as helpmeet to each other.

Whirls were growing on the old tree trunk

Indeed he had taken the bag of gold he always left in full view and was now carrying it around on his person, incase she might feel the need to splurge on new shelves and dishes, or give the dwarves some inordinate amount of his gold to make a new bed for them both.

The little bags of gold

When she saw Druid Bernie, she went the other way. She was in no humor to get into any confessional role with him and she did not want to hear a sermon, or to hear how she should focus on her own spiritual path, as it needed a lot of attention in order to get her rolling in the right direction.

Sometimes Mariah did not know which way she was rolling.

She ran into her old friend Elastic Eliza and they spent a time over a big pot of strong tea going over the sins and the ins and outs of their relationships. Elastic Eliza said she never knew if she was sleeping with the right leprechaun but that she knew she was always sleeping with the right cat. Mariah said that she never knew if she was sleeping with the right Leprechaun but always knew she was meditating with the right Leprechaun. The end.

Rose went for a lovely walk in the Arboretum at JMU. The flowers were spectacular especially the red peony above.

A beautiful young girl did not mind if Rose took her photo.

Rose is also was busy with dreams and with her clients. She is at pains to point out that the drawing she is asking people for has nothing to do with the creation of great art or any other kind of art. It is a vehicle through which the unconscious can express itself without judgment. As a way to get started, Rose can use the left hand, with the eyes shut, with moving the paper randomly; with picking her crayon with eyes closed; all ways to get past that old judge, that old fear of making the wrong mark. When she opens her eyes, then she does go by what she feels like drawing on the paper, with the hopes she will access her heart’s desires and in this way catch a hold of the golden threads in her heart and spin them out into every aspect of her life, making connections, making creations, making dreams and making stories. Any marks connected to the heart’s desires are always highly acceptable.

And if you are struggling with relationship, please bring yourself and/or your partner, separately or together to my office and I will work with you individually /or together with your dreams until such time we feel we could work with both of you and your dreams together. You will suddenly have a lot to talk about amongst yourselves and there is always the possibility that Rose will cause you to bond in new and great ways, strengthening your relationship and evolving it in new and mysterious mystical ways together, without dependence, without enmeshment and with love.

The look of love was in her eyes

Love from Rose

Rose on her way to visit a client who is homebound

PS The Leprechaun yarns are spun out yarns of who know what and in the Rose story, this is spun out of her perceptions and her opinions.

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Baptism

Posted on May 17, 2018 by rlongwort

Rose had been thinking of going to the river for some days but it was not until Saturday that she finally got there. The Riven river was full of the spring rains and she was happy to be out in the warm air, under the shining sun. She felt in the need of a baptism and dunked into the water many times, in and out to regulate the temperature set on her by a hot midday sun, and in and out for baptism. Her swimming hole was cold and deeper than usual but not over her head. She put her head under water a few times to let no stone be unturned in her baptism. She felt cleaned both inner and outer and after warming up once more set off on a walk.

She had noticed a steep short path up between some big boulders and she went that way, as it resembled a path she saw recently in her dream. Her shoes slid back down at times but she made it up top by going sideways. Many pines scented the air, their trunks along by the warmed up walls. The long straight high walls ran along the top in both directions. She tried talking to the walls but they were silent.

Was this the left overs of some vast temple complex? Did it belong here, or was it imported, from another time and place? Some of the stones were very square and one had a split down the middle from top to bottom. The angles and shapes made a landscape stirring the imagination, with the green of branches, the blue and white of wild flowers all about.

Perhaps something huge had moved the rocks about. Her sixth sense was mute to her. She had the dream of the stones rolling over her but that did not in itself explain anything to her.

One in four people believe in aliens and outer space so maybe some outer space happening or a natural weather disaster changed the rocks. It was not clear to her even with consulting her nose and its link into the golden bowl of the sixth sense inside what secrets the walls held. And there was no writing on the walls, that she could see.

She saw a butterfly flying about and thought how it had been changed. The butterfly had just come out of a chrysalis and was truly transformed from a crawler to a flyer. She realized that all the foolishness of changing herself was different from that of transformation.

A butterfly flying about

She herself was looking for some inner transformation, not sure what is that which will help her fly from her cranky moods, and her temper, what will shift her out the complex of energy inside that triggers her. Her heart was under scrutiny and she was looking for the very fine threads of gold, her heart’s desires, that when listened to would slowly bring her from here to there.

The soft pale green moss.

She thinks she is working hard, half retired, writing at times and reading and deciphering dreams. The dreams of the rocks rolling over her are an attempt to beat her ego down a little, to allow the feminine to transform her. And when she tries to release her difficult inner character and traits, the devil insists in taking a pound of flesh at the same time, leaving her feeling stressed, beaten by rocks and in a disoriented senseless mood.

In the rocks.

However as soon as she realizes she has been triggered (again) she can understand that the rage belonged not in the present incident but in the old hurt she had buried, a time when she could do nothing to change the situation, which she would have liked to have changed at the tine. This situation was fed by many thoughts of anger and it was all stored in a complex in her unconscious.

Kundalini exercises designed particularly to release such buried anger brought it to the surface and it was triggered within hours. Her old mentor always told her that in releasing the energies, do not become involved with them in the present moment as they will surely twirl you around and leave you down in a hot mess.

Wild flowers beside the river

On looking back at the original difficult situation, she can see that that situation was meant to be and that it helped her transform slowly over a number of years, forced out of a chrysalis of her own making into an ability to have a second life within this one life. And this release of old anger will leave her lighter and she can move on without this complex, leaving her more energy available to live by, and fly by.

The poem below was playing in her mind after a dream of a pillar of light she had some days ago. The walk up among the rocks, complete with a short steep path was similar to the dream details.

A Pillar of Light

The pines along the path

The Path is up among the pines

The scent fills the golden bowl

One rock is rent from top to bottom

A jagged line in the sunshine

She went up to see the Pillar of Light

Do not let her sink down

She of the sprinkling dust

She of the glistening light

Pale blues, pinks and green

Do not let Her go underground

Let the rocks fall on her first

Cast out what is pounded loose

Make a base for the Pillar of Light

Meet the one in the green robes

With flicker of ruby red

Keep the Pillar

Out of the underground

She, Star of the Sea

“Her house to come

down on me.”

At the River warming up after a dunk in the water

And if you want to work with your ego, as it gets the better of you and your better nature, then be sure to look at the dreams for some clues on how to be transformed rather than changed. And I am always ready to receive your offerings and to be amazed as the wholeness inherent in you that starts coming forward from your unconscious, the blue prints hidden deep, waiting to be brought to the surface, bringing a slow shift from here to there. Love from Rose.

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Of Levitation and Leprechauns

Posted on May 11, 2018 by rlongwort

Uishneach had gotten a bit thin

Mariah thought that Uishneach’s shoulders were loosing girth, looking more like hangers for clothes than something to fill out clothes. She thought he should be doing some upper body exercises, carrying gold rather than looking for it. He was not too happy with her observation saying that he was exercising plenty in his own way, in his own time, swinging out of branches, climbing up for a better view, going down into dangerous mines and pulling up boulders when needed. He was negotiating stumbling blocks and turning them into stepping-stones all the time.

UISHNEACH’S NEW HAT

She was a bit grumpy with him as he would not listen to her side of a story, instead going off at a tangent, which did not please her, referring to a time she had mislaid his gold, lost a lead for him, broke something or threw something out that belonged to him. It happened at the time he was away for a few weeks when her quilt disappeared with him. He felt he had lost a lot of his power due to her habit of jumping over his shoulder boundaries and he had never been able to get it back from her.

The Quilt

She said she would throw him out on top of his head if he did not improve and do as she asked and strengthen up his shoulders and stop going off at tangents. He said he would need the magic ring and when she would throw him out he would be able to levitate and fly around even if it was only in a backwards fashion. She had forgotten where she put his ring. She knew he was making fun of her.

Having a meeting with Uishneach was always the pits. It was easier to put up with what was annoying, to have something substantial to chew on, than to clear the air. Bang a few doors, mutter a few things, say “I will throw you out on top of your head.” This usually did the trick and the next morning, he might be anxious to make sure she is pleased with him after she went into the devil’s pocket for a bit. Later she might be able to come out of such a place and make fun of the devil’s horn.

The Devil and her horn

When she met Druid Bernie she had the habit of using him, as a confessor and he knew her well. She told him her sins and a dream about levitating and how she started screaming in her dream as she went up from her lying position. The screaming woke her up.

Levitating in her dream.

He started up a story about the boards at the end of the avenue and included in his tale the story of a saint that was able to levitate. The saint made fun of “The Auld Boy” and had ways of keeping himself out of the Devil’s Pocket. The saint was a holy man and was full of mirth and delight. He made fun of the Devil’s horns and he levitated backwards. The Druid thought this was very funny but Mariah just stared at him. He stole her dream and squished it into his moth eaten story. He laughed so hard he woke the hedgehogs up.

The hedgehogs thought his story was funny.

When they discussed the story he noted that it would be a good thing to make light of her life, her possessions, her diet in order to bring a little levity into her. Her heavy handed habits of consumption, heavy feelings of owning Uishneach, eating too much beef, pretending she was not, looking at life in an oppressive way, insisting on seeing the negative, and wanting to control other independent forms over which she has no control. Getting into the Devil’s Pocket to get such control is an option but it brings crookedness and creates horns on the owner of such control. Brushing aside the gangs of controlling thoughts and the heavy meat of her life would be a better option. Then she could be happier and say, “It does not matter” hundreds of times during the day.

Was she in the devil’s pocket or the other way around?

She would need to take meditation seriously and bring in that light throughout every cell. Maybe then she would get a little closer to real enlightenment, be less held down and be able to help others. The whole ascension idea, not practiced for a very long time, with few reports of this anymore, might be worth talking about if she would let go of the thoughts that tied her down fast to the ground, not letting her move spiritually. The thoughts, held in there millions, had that habit of taking away which might lighten her up, enlighten her and let her have levity in her life.

They sat and meditated to start practicing letting go and she observed some little movement of something inside that felt bright, rearranging, focusing on her heart energy, getting through the plastic in her back to the real bones of her. Her body was just on loan from some marvelous savings bank and maybe she would get it to work a little better now. The End.

Rose cleaned out her basement and she could feel the chi change in her house. Many trashcans and repurposed items destined for the second hand store made their procession out into a huge pile in her yard. When the relevant trash pick up comes she will be ready to lighten her piles of trash that she found in her physical space.

Rose at work as seen by a client

Rose on her way to visit a client who is homebound

In her inner space she finds a dream of pretending and may be getting around to considering the pretense she holds to her heart, that the little she knows is enough, that the little bit of laughter she has is enough, that the little bit of love she doles out is enough and that she is good enough. Her seriousness, when it comes to relationship is as heavy as a ton weight and could do with a scrub and spring clean out, that her heavy thoughts make acid in her system. She is not sitting out enough on the grass to soak up the magic of mother earth. That is where there is no pretense as the trees are their real selves and are putting out their own suns in their crowns, toned down to green so we can stare at them and feel the shade, the flowing sap within them if we are quiet enough. Buddha had good reason to sit under the tree where he leavened himself into enlightenment.

And if you have the urge to get past the pretense and take a look at the dream life, I am happy to put aside my pretense and take a serious look at what needs spring cleaning inside. Call me and I will help you past that resistance to getting into the real in the room in my office. Looking forward to hearing from you.

Love Rose.

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Dreams collected at The Farmer Market

Posted on May 6, 2018 by rlongwort

On my bike at the market in Harrisonburg 2018.

Rose decided to go try and harvest some dreams at the farmer’s market. She pried some symbols out of some unsuspecting people and gave them her cards. She was on a mission and gave a hard time to some of her usual volunteers, who were vague and not remembering dreams today, finally getting some images from them, even if it was only the image of the garden hose making a symbol for them. There was the alarm dream coming a half hour before usual wake up time, and the dreamer recognizing the need to connect with the spiritual first thing in the morning for her. There were two dreams of anger and those recognizing the need to stay grounded through conflict that comes up. There was the dream of finding oneself at the bottom of the hill with the stones of a rock slide, while at the top was the government holding sway. Each time there was an effort on our part to place the dream in and about the dreamer, and not in the government or other people. What is governing the individual within has to be considered here.

Molly Bolands’ quilts at the market.

This week, Rose dreamed she was on a hill and there were many big square stones, all in a row, by three rows and she looked up and at the top of the hill there was a bright glimmering crystal pointing right up. She could see a path, like irregular stairs to let her reach the top easily. It was placed such that she could only see the top half of the crystal. She hoped that people would not destroy the Crystal unwittingly. It was luminescent, shimmering and colors including pink and pale purple lightly dusting it. Then the three rows of square stones started to move, and as she was running, they were bouncing and beating off her in all directions.

The dream of the stones beating me

Rose is still reading about the feminine and the motif of being beaten in fairytales. In her dream she is being beaten by the big stones. This beating is what has to happen to her as she says she does not want the collective in her to be in charge. Adherence to the collective opinions within ourselves, will ignores the feminine. When the crystal is let sink into the ground, into the unconscious and not appreciated for what it is, the Divine Feminine, then the collective opinion allows it to go underground especially when we need it in our lives and in our society. It is something loving to cultivate in the psyche, in a discerning way. This will result in love being born, Christ consciousness being allowed to live in our society, within the individual.

Flowers; compliment of the Divine Feminine, growing close to the Market

And because Rose is engaged with her own unconscious, other dreams come to her to help her understand her own motifs, of the cat and of beatings. A dreamer was pointing at the cat in the tree and saying “you there, what are you about?” This cat in the tree is unconscious feminine content again. But the dreamer is now talking to it, making it conscious. This generates the motif of a beating again, a fight with something that he felt would definitely kill him. But that is just the stance of the ego, and the fight went on administered by that part of the organic psyche, that has your best interest at heart. The dream beating has the effect of clearing out the energies that drag us around without the truth and then we can be in touch with the truth, with love, that will make us free.

More of Molly’s creations. It is a meditation/yoga cushion and a hat but my imagination turned it into some kind of Leprechaun pumpkin hat that will belong to another story.

Rose’s two follow up dreams that she thought were very lovely. She believes that everyone in the dream is her and they came as a gift. She knew her energies had finally changed when she was able to see others for who they are, good people, helpful people within where they find themselves.

The first dream is about a beloved family member who has come home and is sitting on the countertop, head down, and she did not notice him at all. She is so excited and apologetic, that she had not noticed his presence for two days, as she was working so much at her job. Then she closes her eyes and walks over and put her hands on him in a hug and wakes up with this feeling that all her feelings finally are filled with love. She had a smile on her face ever since; the feelings are strong and visceral.

My friend Teresa. We exchanged talk about our ailments.

The second dream Rose was with a part of herself she was having trouble getting her arms around but she kept trying. Rose’s hands were on her back and she was finally able to massage her back in short upward movements to loosen out some energy blocked there. This is successful and then they look into each other’s eyes and they are full of tears. The eyes of the other are very beautiful.

Molly’s fish, good enough for a Leprechaun Story

I am available for sessions and look forward to hearing from you when the head of the unconscious cat has to be taken off and when the shadow/ego has to be beaten. Then we can acquire some truth of an inner creative feminine that when connected to us, brings us to a union with her, where the impossible becomes possible in us personally and in our society. It is a contagious thing and will not only effect the dreamer but many more as well; children, grandchildren, family in general, and community. You too are that one good man/woman that saves the whole lot. I look forward to hearing from you. Love from Rose.

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Druid Bernie Part 2

Posted on May 5, 2018 by rlongwort

Carrying baggage can get in the way of the Sacred Feminine

It was a cold day in late April and Mariah had made up the turf fire, which now looked orange and glowing and the room was lovely and warm. She had sent for the Druid as she had been feeling nauseated and had to lie down for long periods of time, and did not wake that morning until well after sunup. As well as not feeling well, she saw a big brown something flying overhead that did not seem real. She wondered if she had some fever. Her head ached if she moved.

Druid Bernie showed up in the late afternoon. He had the mother hedgehog in his cap, and a baby in each of his pockets. They were playful and came onto her hand easily and he gave her a little morsel to feed to the hedgehogs. She left them on the ground to forage around and investigate her place.

Druid Bernie asked her about her sickness a bit but said little, just listening without comment. Then he gave her a potion for her sickness and encouraged her to drink it right away.

Art on the brick wall in the underground in New York

Druid Bernie wondered if she was not the source of her own sickness, connecting with what was not calm in her mind on a continual basis, causing her stomach to clench up and her head to go faster. “So when you come against a brick wall in yourself, what does it mean?” he said.“Well a brick wall usually means that you have to turn around and find another way”was all she replied. “Exactly” was his reply to that. “Sometimes we think we have the truth, but we have to back step and realize that we need to be in the position where the truth has us. Otherwise the brick wall comes to meet us head on and we end up with an awful headache. Backing down and stepping away from the wall is always a good idea.”

“Especially if it is someone else’s wall” she mumbled.

“No” he said, “when you are sick, you are up against your own shadow wall, and your sickness comes to help you see it. Sickness makes you stop in your tracks, recollect your energy, thrown about by your ego and settle it back into yourself, ready to go on again.”

Then the Druid rubed his hands together and said he would tell her the rest of the story. Druid Bernie continued the Hedge Dog story starting with the phrase “At the end of the Avenue, where the world is cluttered up with boards….”

The hedgehogs thought his story was funny.

But Mariah was distracted by the baby hedgehogs, who had found a crumb on the floor and the two babies were throwing it up in the air like a ball and rolling on their thorns like a ball themselves. The babies had lovely pink undersides. The mother did not mind what they were doing as she had her own investigation going on around a pot of food left to one side. She could almost reach in and Mariah wondered if she would fall in. It would not be easy to clean off that thick porridge from the thorny spines, liquid enough to sink in, not solid enough to step on. She threw a lid onto the pot and scared the mother. All three ran back to the shelter of the Druid’s robes.

“I did not hear that bit of the story” she said but he decided to make a cup of tea and as he helped himself she fell asleep under the influence of the potion and the heat of the lovely turf fire. He left silently after a short meditation, sending out a prayer of healing for her.

The wedding tent on the left.

She dreamed of a wedding on the Hill of Uishneach and she was one of many brides. She was hoping that some of the others would know what the routine was and she intended to find out from a group of them nearby. There were lots of brides coming to the Hill ceremonies, where weddings, births and deaths were recorded. People came who had tried living with their chosen other for a year and would decide to stay with them or leave them in an official way at the ceremony.

Weeping cherry in Dayton

In her dream there was a question of timing and Mariah wondered about this timing thing. It would be something to think about. Then she remembered that other part of the druid’s story, where Posey and her clan had met to affirm their oneness, their reasons for being together, for joy and celebrations and Mariah got up from her dreams and sleeps resolved to let go of her desires, to go back to the prayer “there is nothing I shall want.” She would have to see what kind of marriage she was making within herself and that would be her focus now. She was feeling much better already. The end.

Rose was caught in some ego stuff that had her by the head and after some serious pain, she was able to empty out her ego opinions that did not belong to her true spirit, but just put her into fear and frozen feelings. Pulling the energy back into her was achieved by enduring the illness. She too ran for the green folds of the Sage’s robes, with lots of meditation and prayer and that was helpful too. Moving from the three demential into the heart center in the fourth dimension is very helpful, only achieved by some serious meditation, brought some sustained relief from her complaining self.

Talking out of both sides of her mouth

The face within the face causing a little headache.

The complainers

May you, may I, may all be free and in that truth that makes us free. If you want to work on the truth available in your dreams be sure to let me know. It may come in a convoluted way with railroad tracks that are buckling and dangerous, or there may be a rider on a horse, a part of yourself coming that you do not want to include but will help everything along if the rider is considered.

Love from Rose.

Here is looking at you dreamer

PS. The prequel to this has been changed and is titled Druid Bernie – 1

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

Posted on April 30, 2018 by rlongwort

Flowers by Martha

Saturday morning was a lovely morning, with sunshine and a certain pleasant warmth in the air. The day started with irritation trying to decide where to start the QiGong exercises before 8 am and it was finally settled, to stand in the sun on the back deck. Rose has mixed feelings about all that foot traffic through her house while she tries to get people to not ware the outdoor shoes inside. It is a lost cause as she often does not take her own shoes off inside the house. As always the end result of the exercises was a feeling of love and contentment as the Chi was finally settled in the Solar Plexus.

Saturday was World Qi-Gong day. Grayson Pritchard offered a free class in Westover Park and this activity was included in Rose’s morning rituals.

Over twenty people showed up and looking at the movement of those practiced students and the smoothness of the back and fourth was a great pleasure with which to be involved. Because of her connection with the forms for the past eleven years, she did not feel overwhelmed with the practice.

Horse and buggy near Cooks Creek in Dayton

This Sunday morning Rose awoke early and got up to see if the moon was still high enough to romance with. It was indeed above the house lines by some feet so she quickly got dressed with some woolen lairs and set off to get her face bathed in its lovely white light. She decided to walk down the street toward the town and toward the moon saying some prayers to the Mother. It would not take long for its setting and she did not want to turn her back on it. The blossom trees were already visible in the moon light and the birds and a cat were vocal. She saw no cars although there were some in the distance. She slowed down her pace, she breathed deeply.

Bluebird of happiness

Cocoa

The cats that love the sun who are not sun cats.

Sometimes he looks at me if I call his name

Cocoa on the porch. He is standoffish with me but tolerates my presence.

On the way back up the hill the bell rang for six am and Rose is reminded that such bells and associated clocks were originally used to keep sacred time. As a child, Rose remembers the church bell ringing to denote a funeral or any religions service and it also rang at noon and six pm daily as a call to prayer when her mother and father would always say the Angelus. “May the Divine assistance always remain with us” and “Pour fourth we beseech Thee, Oh Lord, Thy Grace into our Hearts” were all part of those prayers.

Father Bernie’s Bell

Bells started out as a religious calling to God and Prayer. Bells were used in monasteries, churches and convents in rituals in many different religions. The bell used by her granduncle Father Bernie in his private oratory, where he often said mass in his Parochial House is in Rose’s office. It is used as a way to call attention to the most sacred part of the Mass, and it calls people into the Presence. The town bell rings again now at 7 am and the sound goes through her in a very lovely way.

Sometimes he looks at me if I call his name

Cocoa on the porch. He is standoffish with me but tolerates my presence.

Drinking out of the fountain

Cocoa

Rose read a psychoanalytic book on the cat as symbol for the divine feminine and making it conscious. It triggered a dream about a cat that she almost stood on and it squealed, as any cat would if under foot. This squeal of the dream was coordinated with a car whose wheels squealed at the intersection outside her house and she caught the last of that sound as she awoke remembering the dream. The yowling cat down the road, cold and waiting for wake up time at his house, comes back to mind as he followed her when she was on her moonwalk. He had a loud raucous yowl in the otherwise silent neighborhood.

Carrying baggage can get in the way the expression of the Sacred Feminine

How is Rose squashing her own femininity, as represented by the cat, by way of stepping on her feelings, repressing them. More old father stuff, repressed and triggered by events in her life has to be swept out again, another layer. A negative voice, taken in, reminds her of her father. She has to reconsider some things she is brooding about and let go in order to be embraced in the arms of the loving mother, all about her in this springtime. Some of the fantasies Rose brings into her mind need to be lost. Some of her fantasies were and are her original sin, that she needs to control others, that she needs to control feelings, by repressing them.

A representation of the Sacred as shown in the light

May her dream bring her closer to seeing how she prevents an embodiment of the sacred feminine within her, the creator in her, as represented by the cat. Can she go back to being the Fantasy of the loving Divine mother, acknowledging her breath and blood are of the Earthly Mother, her flesh and bones and bowels are too and then the eyes and ears, such marvelous gifts. May she be able to bring in the “for real” today and release into the heart space where real moon dancing can take place. It may not be easy to pull the stuffing out but it can be done as soon as you realize who is doing the stuffing. May you, may we, may all be found in the presence of the sacred feminine.

And if you want to keep an eye on those dreams and see how they will connect to that which can produce healing, communication, creativity be sure to come my way and I will ring that little bell, light that little cantle, sit in sacred time with you for the hour. I look forward to dipping out of the concrete and dipping into the sacred in this way. This way is not for everyone and you have to be ready to do this work and when you are you will know, unless of course you get caught in the fantasy of what others want from you at the expense of the sacred. Love from Rose.

The face within the face causing a little headache.

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Dream Workshop

Posted on April 29, 2018 by rlongwort

I have done dream workshops over the years, and a series of classes at the Recreation Center in Harrisonburg in the late eighties and more recently I did a workshop in Guatemala with the Kundalini yoga retreat participants, led by Seri Amrita. See the blogs with links below. I did not have rose petals under my feet this time to perfume the air but the students were themselves roses, taking hold of all that is thorny and beautiful within. I felt delighted with their beauty, their drawings, their understanding, their associations. I was very comfortable in giving feedback. I hope to bring out my work in workshops in the future.

The students draw some depiction of the first dream shared. Then I had the dreamer depict her dream in the sand tray and that brought in a different layer for me to consider. This brought up hilarity in me to see the choices made by the dreamer for the particular figures chosen to depict the scenario. It was so delightful and meaningful. I have a sand tray at my house and will use in dream work in the future.

When I originally met with the class for 15 minutes about a month ago to ask them for dreams and to passionately encourage them to get involved with their dreams, I felt my anxiety afterwards and it took me a day or two to put it in its place. It was a left over layer in me from the time I went to college and had grading and assignment requirements. I always wanted to be an A+ student and often was but it came at the price of a little layer of the ashes of perfection in me. I was able to blow it away when I recognized it in there. It was with a certain delight that I teased the teacher about her drawing, I could not help it, inviting the students to grade her marks on the paper. All the students joined in with great laughter and she did too after a second of uncertainty. She got me back later in the next drawing where I just did stick figures and no color on my drawing to speak of.

In a general way the motifs of babies, inner child, inner men, inner women, basement as unconscious, superheroes, animals as instincts, and many more archetypes came up during the class. I realize that some may have felt this session brought in too much disclosure, too much sharing and it is uncomfortable. However I have always felt very close to those in my dream groups over the years. Once after finishing college, at James Madison University, I restarted a dream group at my home and I dreamed that night, that I was now starting “College.” The dreams are a different form of higher learning for anyone who wants to focus there.

At the end of class the teacher gave the student a time to say how my Dream workshop/class affected them. This is the feedback I got from them, which I was able to write up as they spoke.

Enjoyed song – wanted it to last longer, touched me personally. Suspended belief and entertained the mystical./I had trouble remembering dreams. I went on the blog and really remembered a lot of dreams. I recognized now how I could work on the dream./Grateful for the insight given on dreams shared in workshop. How to get past the concrete and get to the mystical and wonder./Appreciate enthusiasm and pushing to explore more than what we think we are./This is a reminder to me that I dream and “What the .. is going on with my Animus.”/Thank you for being here and holding the dream with importance and engaging and meeting us./Appreciated that everyone can see the symbols in the dream and all different./Loved the song this morning, it touched me./Appreciated insights about dreams, long journey, almost there. Really what came today “let something fully go.” Appreciated that insight./Like suggestion with drawing the dreams to integrated them. Also love seeing the dream in terms of personal energy./I like the vibes and the energy, very youthful aura. Would like to embody that and appreciated the passion. I want to explore personally and try and identify my personal identity.

And if you want to work on your dreams by hook or by crook, by drawing or by sand tray, be sure to give me a call and I will be happy to get you turning around right into your very own possibility of individual wholeness. If there is dancing, or loss of child, or crashes, or bridges or one of the many images that come up, I would love to work with you. I look forward to hearing from you. Love from Rose.

The Psychoanalytic Method on Retreat in Guatemala

A Dream Workshop in Guatemala

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Taking it to the Students

Posted on April 25, 2018 by rlongwort

Growing in the lawn

Rose is getting ready today to give a class to eleven students who have been recording their dreams for a month. She is told they are ready. Rose have been furiously drawing some mandalas. The mandalas are an assortment of shadow and of light, both of which have to be considered by Rose. Her light is her meditation practice, her prayers in the night. Her shadow is those thoughts in the head that are opinions, dragging in the past, have nothing to do with life and insist on focusing on the futile.

Dancing Divine Mother

Just growing in the grass after it was mowed

It took her a few hours, some sleeplessness, a little tension and stress to get to the other side of her thoughts. Asking for help was answered, through walking in the wet grass and talking to the Walnut tree. That tree surely knew something about flow and growing as it is spring and enormous transformation is taking place. Divine mother earth is near by. She consciously addressed her, asking for help.

The Walnut Tree in the snow, not long ago

Some use the I-Ching as a psychoanalytic tool. The I-Ching book asked her a question and this is her interpretation “where did you get the idea that the puny thoughts in your head were a good idea to entertain on a rolling way, around and around in the merry go around of the ego.” Rose found it almost impossible to stop it. A little mantra helped her get to sleep. Later meditation helped her get some more sleep, always helpful. She awoke still obsessed with her thoughts, possessed with them really, thoughts from her left brain.

The face within the face causing a little headache over the left eye.

Rose took a look at one of those mandalas she drew. She had lined up all her recent mandalas on the windowsill and had been throwing her eyes on them at intervals. There was a face within the face and as soon as she identified it with the talking head of her ego, it crashed down at her feet and she was freed. That is the glory of a mandala. It gives you something straight from the unconscious that frees you. She had to look at it. Identifying the red eyes and the ugly red mouth, telling her of her flashing eyes and her talking in anger. All the blue in the world could not make it better until she sees her participation with the shadow in herself. “Not today Satan” as the car sticker said.

The lilacs are coming on in spite of the frost and smell great

So she is ready to teach her class tomorrow. She think she will have a good time with this class who have been focusing on all things unconcrete in their class for the last few weeks. Picking out the real truth offered up in a dream and letting go of the rest, so that there is an aha moment is the goal. Rose feels she got her aha moment with the mandala.

Rose has been writing an ode to the Walnut tree for a few days and it goes as follows:

Peace Promise

Sit on the sap

Simmering roots

Of Walnut

Wait

For the One

Rising Peace

Lover

Sunset fans the sky

Late wings

Fly

Full in unison

Crescent moon

Purple glow

Of growing

Green pools of grass

Blue orbs a promise

Flower and Fruit

Perfumes

Slow peace spills

From the crown

Sparks in the heart

Spears away the wasted

Clear fires open spaces

Of a Peace that sits easy

Of a Peace that drops slowly

Deep into the feet infused

Pooling in her red shoes

On the roots of the Walnut

On tour in India, one of those sandals on the top right is mine.

I am happy having more people interested in doing dreams with me in my home office. I got feed back from a client about a mandala she drew in session as we discussed her dreams. She said “This gave me a new lease on life… repeated reminder to not get entangled in injuries inherited from father. Pick out the thorn so not clogging things up. Brilliant and beautiful. The Mandala was a seed of fire, a clear channel…” And if you want to process trauma, shadow stuff, identify ego and opinion, then come work with me. You have to be ready for such work and I will be helpful to you as the journey starts for you. I look forward to working with you and all things not concrete, of the spirit of the Divine Mother. (My mother’s birthday falls in April as does that of my sister Mary, both deceased. Both had great devotion to the Divine Mother, and got great comfort from that devotion during their lives.)

Mother on the Avenue

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The Radiance Broke Through

Posted on April 21, 2018 by rlongwort

Evening sun brought a certain radiance onto the wall above the flowers coming through antique glass

I visited Rome with family some years ago. I visited a church that was at the top of one of the seven hills, in order to see a piece of art that I wanted to see. I sat under and looked at the beauty of the two statues, one of the angel Gabriel and the other was of the Virgin Mary. The Angel Gabriel was announcing to her that she was to conceive the soul that would become the Christed Jesus. She is looking backward from her position at the angel, both looking young and beautiful. A certain radiance was very visible for all to see in the fortunate pose struck by the artist. I am always so glad I saw that art.

Seri Amrita and Hubs, John Bradley standing in the light in Guatemala last year.

When I saw a certain radiance in Seri Amrita after class some weeks ago, I put a paragraph in my blog and she put a paragraph on her blog. They were written separately without consultation, other than the agreement that we would both write about it, the following is the result of that agreement.

Seri Amritas account is as follows:

I HAVE GLIMPSED THE FORMLESS IN FORM…

4/15/2018

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A few weeks ago, Santa Rosa Maria – a regular Kundalini Yoga student in a class I teach on Monday evenings, had to leave early. Usually she reminds me before class (she is part of a monthly dream group), so I am expecting to see her rise up a bit early and quietly head out the door while her classmates are often still in savasana. This particular week, we’d not had that conversation, so when I heard movement in the room at that point in class, my eyes opened to investigate.

Our eyes met and instantly, in silence, I understood she had to leave and guessed why. But the experience we shared in that moment was utterly profound and went far beyond that of non-verbal communication (though that was pretty cool too).

The vibration in the room may well have set the stage for it, for it had been a very beautiful class with all there making their best effort and being so focused and Present. Nevertheless, this was a unique gift that by Grace, Santa Rosa Maria and I were given. As I looked into her eyes, which incidentally, are glacial blue and crystal clear- yet still manage to be warm, full of wisdom, humour and love, what I actually Saw was her Soul of purest Light.

I began to beam, because I could not help it. She smiled back at me and what I Felt was that A Great Blessing had come upon me. The impulse to bow to the Majesty of the G-O-D I was witnessing in her was impossible to disobey, so I did. There were tears in my eyes, because one cannot glimpse the Divine and not be overcome.

The eruptions in the psyche can be like volcanos.

(Pictures above from retreat to Guatemala led by Seri Amrita in June 2017.)

My Hubs had missed class that week on account of that most dreaded of all diseases, The Man Flu, and when I got home, this was the first thing about which I told him because my heart was so full of it. I began by saying: “Rose and I had a moment. I got to see her Soul!”

Santa Rosa and I did not speak of this for several weeks. Then suddenly after another class some time later, she came up and tried to go after touching my feet. I stopped her by saying I needed to touch her feet. I told her I was so glad she too had felt the sanctity of that experience. We concluded it was a pure gift- two souls sharing a bit of The Journey together and the Magic of really Seeing each other. Brown eyes met blue and their shared Vision was of Wonder.

Rose’s account posted on 13th, April 2018 went like this:

Rose went to the Kundalini Yoga class led by Seri Amrita as usual on Monday nights. Rose, known to Seri Amrita as “Santa Rosa Maria” loves these classes in general and the way she feels afterwards. Santa Rosa Maria feels full of smiles as she sings the closing song, her arms wanting to rise in the air in delight and jubilation, energy vortices spinning around. On this particular night Santa Rosa Maria had not told Seri Amrita that she needed to leave early for her dream group so she stayed on, always glad to stay to the end. She folded away her blankets, put away her props and hurriedly went to say goodbye to Seri Amrita. As she looked into her smiling face, in that moment, she felt a beautiful connection to her. She can hardly put into words what she saw and felt. It was in the smile, in the white even perfect teeth, the aura, the whiteness of both, a light shining through her countenance, a slight bow as she trailed around her, her clear eyes connected to hers, brown and white, her arm extended in Seri Amrita’s direction, wanting to bow to her, to kiss her feet. It was not thought out and Santa Rosa Maria did neither, but felt she took a light from her that trailed with her, of glory, of the stars as she left Seri Amrita still sitting in lotus posture near the door. Both blessing and blessed.

I have thought about the whole moment and conclude that a certain radiance, as Seri Amrita said, broke through in both of us. It was indeed a pure holy and saving moment, which will stay with me. I am going to Morocco on retreat with Seri Amrita and her “hubs” and will lead a dream workshop in early September, there. Details are on her site (Humeehum.com) and there are just a few spots left on this retreat. Pictures below are from our retreat in India and Nepal in November 2016.

And if you want to bring more radiance into your life be sure to bring your dreams to me for consideration. And if the dreams are mined for more information they will surely bring more radiance to you. Love from Rose.

(Pictures below were also taken on retreat with Seri Amrita in India and Nepal, November 2016.)

Coming in by boat to Benares

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Druid Bernie – Part 1

Posted on April 20, 2018 by rlongwort

Brenda’s Tulips

Mariah was complaining about everything again and when she saw the Druid she decided to ask his advice. Sometimes he could be sympathetic and sometimes he was a little harsh but she took the risk anyway. He might take it upon himself to let her know about her shortcomings, but she liked to see herself as above all that. He thought that finding out about shortcomings was a great option if you got it from an honest person.

The hedgehogs thought his story was funny.

When she met Druid Bernie, he pulled out his aromatic pipe. Soon there was smoke visible over the hedge from his pipe. They were now walking on the avenue near where the hedgehogs lived underground. A mother hedgehog followed by two babies came out of the hedge and went across the path at some distance. They disappeared again in a second. She had a baby hedgehog pet, much loved, when she was a young child and if he felt threatened he would roll into a ball of needles and only come back out if he smelled some cooked bacon. She loved that pet a lot. Druid Bernie was excited to see them as he seldom caught sight of them even though he knew they lived there

Uisneach has a cold

He went over with her again the choices she made, before birth to live together, to be related as a group, experiencing this or that life, this or that hardship and this or that lesson, celebration, joy etc.

“Getting stuck behind a lesson was not a great place to find yourself.”he said. “Sometimes you are carrying to much of the lie of who you are not and something has to happen to straighten you up.”

To forget he was one of the chosen ones of the Spirit

I thought I was plenty straight Mariah said?

Then the Druid started on his tale of the Hedgehogs. She had heard it before and said to herself “here we go again.”

Mariah was tired and sat into the side of the hedge for a rest. Mariah ate some primroses, mint, dandelions and other sour green shamrock type vegetation, growing in the hedge. She had heard the sour greens would clear her liver out of anger, in the springtime.

Meditation candle and the snow outside.

Patanjali statue

Druid Bernie thought they should meditate here and they did. After she had finished her silence, had waited for enlightenment, she opened her eyes but the Druid was gone and was at that place in the avenue where the hedgehogs had disappeared, leaving nothing but the indent where he had sat into the hedge near her. Then she thought she saw the hedgehogs following the Druid in the distance as he left the area.

Mariah in the kitchen cooking fish soup

Still sitting cosy in the hedge with the sun warming her, she fell asleep and had this dream. Uishneach was all set to go into the woods with a bag and shovel. She took the shovel from him and she set off instead into the woods. She put on an extra shirt. There she fought with the dragon and tried to push him down into the quicksand. But she got caught in the quicksand herself and then the dragon came back up as a crab with a few legs too many. It was coming toward her and she awoke with a start.

She wandered home to make some soup. She worried that she might become too much of a dragon and would end up with a few crabby legs too many which would make life hard for her. Crabs swallow a lot of garbage. She worried that all her whining and carrying on would distort her, give her energies that do not fit in, like extra legs on a crab. Being mad and trying to straighten herself out with her meditation, did not go together, especially, as she did not easily let go of issues that had no real connection to her. And there was suddenly no love in her inner feelings. It had all morphed her into something unnatural.

This crab has ten legs like it should.

When she served the soup to Uishneach he liked it a lot. “Fishy” he noted with his nose. “Extra crab legs” she mumbled.

A ladle of soup

She would have to reconcile her own nonsense thoughts and let go. The dragon was still around blowing intermittent bouts of fire up out of her quicksand, in all directions.

The Dragon

And if you have a dream to share, to tell, you can find me and I am happy to work with the dream, in the park, in the office, in the pool. Spending time in dreamland is always a privilege for me and I welcome such delightful work, such beautiful people carrying dreams too and fro, and up and down from the unconscious.

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