The Universe Is A Garden of Secret Wonders

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU ARE IN A SACRED SPACE, AND ABSOLUTELY READY FOR MYSTICAL TRUTH, OF WHICH THERE IS NO RETURN.  THIS IS THE LIVING WORD OF GOD.

“What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops.” Mat 10:27

“If thou love to hear, thou shalt receive understanding: And if thou bow thine ear, thou shalt be wise.” ~Sirach 6:33

Universe is a garden of secret wonders.  If you look, at any minute she will part her skirt, pull you into her rich soil and whisper secrets to help you find your way home.

At every turn there stand sentries, guardians of the gates and banshee’s to flood you into the tangled and odiferous bowels of despair and torment; lest you lose sight of the higher and noble calling, the skeleton key that will allow passage.

This is the majestic textures of our world, often in plain sight the grand design arouses the inner visionary in us who knows the way~ if that voice can rise above the din, the decadent and the superfluous sheath that is every bit as real as every layer beneath and below, above and beyond this dimension.  To negate one is to negate all, to negate the very self that yearns to be found, rescued but above all, heard and loved.  Love is a complicated thing and at the same time, like the universe she created, she is a marvel so simple one has only to sit inside her listening and ever present watchful embrace and let her carry you into bliss.

But here…here is where you may find yourself sleeping….and once again wake on  some precipitous and craggy cliff, with only the crisp air as company, while the mind gallops off in search of itself, and the heart of all that matters waits for its consort to catch up and surrender to her embrace once again.

I am a girl born on the seventh day of the seventh month, one of seven children and whose name begins with the seventh letter in the English alphabet.  My world has never been one as simple as it appeared to be to others.  In youth, I wondered why I must leave the richness of my forested mind, for the more superficial world everyone else wanted to play with.  All of it thrust upon you like a strange car wreck, or an obvious game I had to wake up in, but what would it take?  What special code or learning must I figure out to unlock the treasure map, and have everyone take off their masks, and congratulate me for unraveling the grand play too?

I tell you this in complete honesty.

For the longest time, I peered into eyes, wondered what part of me was not good enough, to be taken in to the grand illusion that everyone was playing.  Why did they act as if no one else knew the secret world that was hidden in the veins of the leaves that danced around us, mesmerizing with brocades of changing colours like swimming chameleons inhabiting the world?

When would everyone else talk about the ‘big people’ who are all lit up but whose appearance only silhouetted the back drop of the canvas my mind fell into?  Didn’t everyone entertain them and wasn’t it one of the most fulfilling camaraderie’s to experience those who stood tall as trees pour their genuine love in mutual praise as if every choir song wrote itself from this cause?

I thought surely that since I had such a tendency for mischief and finding my way into odd adventures that something then must be wrong with me.  Other people somehow weren’t thinking like me, but maybe I was just bad.  I was so bad, that no-one was allowed to share this secret that existed in every page I turned and followed on my adventurous sojourn through life.

Who would discuss the fairy fields I found as surely others did too?  Who else knew about the circle around the trees in the woods that shifted and sprinkled star dust?  Who else entertained the large beings of light that would appear after praying opening the vaults of heaven?  The smiles on their faces and the glint in their eyes infusing me with love and contentment, letting me know that they enjoyed watching me entertain them singing and dancing? 

Surely once I got one more A, one more gold star, finished first in one more contest, then….then the game would open its doors and the cast members would reveal their true identity.

The sad thing is that one risks losing their freedoms just for mentioning the world that is real and more alive and vibrant then the march of superfluous reality that seems to have seduced the masses into plastic images and celluloid dreams, of contorting the deep forest into packages of exactness whose only hope is to replicate the new and improved image being craftily lighted and cascaded around their thirsty souls.  

What a webbing; all sticky and sweetly perfumed again with some replication of the natural bounty that would adorn the temple of our beings with layers of truth; the kind that marches down the halls and lights up the senses with the purpose of being alive.

Why be here at all if the care isn’t taken to wonder?  To take the train on the dark night and wake in the valley of the gods who have been coaxing and guiding us all along?

This is my world; it is as it has always been an adventure of strange beliefs and hidden knowledge.  I feel like Moses in the desert, parting the red sea of life; opening the book one living word, one page at a time and learning the meaning I somehow already know.

There is magic afoot, it is under every stone and shimmering on the waters….it is dancing on our

rooftops and howling in the wind.  It creaks down the halls and breaks down silence until it spills loudly into the room and stands between the moments of disbelief like a lighthouse forming from the mist and gloom.

I am yanked back into the strange reality like a naughty schoolgirl, made to play the game with scolding eyes and sometimes worse; while the mystery drips from my veins and disappears into the cracks, waiting for me to rescue the life I was born to live and reveal.

This is my attempt to take you in and reveal what sorcerers have been burned alive for sharing, madmen have caught shards of along the way, and stories that hold power have hidden in their pages, if one learns how to listen ~ and has the eyes to see.

nce there was, and once there was not, a girl who walked with giants.

I am this girl, and I will start with a walk in the woods.

They stand all around us, sometime alone and more powerfully together; our guardians who symbiotically breathe into us the life we exhale and are rivers of wisdom.  We need them, they need us.  Excitedly I crept into the canopy of autumnal glory; fiery reds and umbers crisply painting the baby blue skies and the lemon sun drizzling down in shafts of warm surrender.  My heart beating in a rhythm with my breath, dotting the air with invisible ink, as the forest shifted and turned opening secret panels, her voice grew louder.

Each cracking branch underfoot a lever to the magic code of the great Cathedral.

After a weekend of teaching about aromatherapy and Total-Sensory-Healing, it was time to pay homage and give my thanks and praise to the author.

They didn’t disappoint me.  Thoughts of the class tumbled through my mind, my notes, the comments from the students and the look of realization when their eyes lit up with discovery; I thought about the temple.

We discussed how the light of the sun, pours itself into our world and the garden of nature drinks it up with praise.  How every morning, we can see so much of nature line up ready for the sun to peak over the horizon and paint a new day.  Shrieking in rays of tangerine and citron, or gentling into the cottony tufts, the pink and yellow rose peels herself open and cranes her stem and bouquet to follow the sun, the aubergine meadows turn and stare, the periwinkle lilacs dance with the wind and arrange themselves all day, into the countenance of the sun.  Never questioning whether it would be better to be some other rose by any name, or a poppy that may sleep us wide awake.  While Beethoven paints this praise on notes of joy, Claude Monet reflected water lilies to capture the reverence that tacitly exudes the gnosis of the divine.

As the memories peeled back pages of wonder, my heart began that trance drumming, in the glory, I wondered and asked again….why was so much opening and revealing to me….and then I heard the clear whispering of that watchful place inside of me, It is the time of REVEAL-ATIONS”……It almost dropped me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

Having my full attention now, one screen shot after another ran like a daisy chain of electricity lighting up the images and thoughts safely stored for this turn key moment…the word meant what it stated, to reveal, and like so much that had exposed itself in momentary glimpses before, it was multiplying now into a continuous stream of knowing…that indeed, we are living in the time of not simply the frightening stories sewn as a testament, but as a blooming under an exuberant golden sun, were we to follow his steady guidance all day long too.

We were being taught about our ‘essence’…and that word I had shared the meaning of so many times, would reveal even deeper; her majesty’s secret service.  Esse, comes from the Latin, ‘To be or to exist’.  It is a fundamental meaning or truth, of where one lives….or what brings us alive.  Essential Oils, from esse and olere; meaning ‘to emit a smell or to be fragrant’ is comparable to the fragrant mind of being as one opens up their own book of life or their essence.

I have long believed the sacred act of anointing as the art of becoming conscious, to take to the skin, the captured essence of distilled light, and bring to the surface the light of ones own being.  Immediately in the act of anointing, we vibrationally awaken the corresponding light within as the individual essence is enlivened to bring forth ones truth, their purpose.  As I walked now more slowly, those thoughts melted into each other like soft butter and I looked down at the fence corralling me safely into the hilltop.  There in front of me were two words; one was the word ‘Essa’ carved into the top plank.  Next to that, just one more word was carved, Gypsy.  I have never seen another word carved before, and there is not so much carved into the lengthy line of wooden planks, not another marking etched in yards and yards of fencing as I searched through the rambling timbers.  Just those two words, essa/esse and Gypsy wrapped in the descending yolk of the sun in the canyons below and beyond.

Here is the definition for Essa as found online:

This is an Arabic name for males which means shine of sun. It is also the name for Jesus.  Slang; Puerto Rican version of "dude" or "guy" as in: “Yo essa, whats up?”

Essene or as Philo refers to the name: Essaioi; as the Greek form of the original name that according to his etymology signifies "holiness". 

I try to be a servant of the Most High, in my human form that is flawed.

To this, we can add the "Tetragrammaton" which is the four letters "YHWH", derived from the verb that means "to be", and is considered in Judaism to be the proper name of the God of Israel used in the Bible. 

Gypsy, for me comes from Egypt and represents the black earth, or black land.  It is often referred to as being ‘occult which means hidden’ since it is blackened earth from the fertile Nile and represents a lot of what we know of as mystical. These strong origins, or at the least, a long history of practice in Egypt form the basis of the unbound book called the Tarot, which we also find the word Torah and orat-e..  The land of ‘Khem or Chem’ as it is known, means the black land and is the root of chemistry and alchemy.  In my own belief and alchemical knowledge by now, the master known as ‘Jesus’ was teaching these very secrets along with Mary Magdalene and they were ‘gypsy’s’ teaching the Essenic knowledge. 
The word essential comes from the Latin, "esse" (to be or to exist), where "essene" stems from the Aramaic word, asayya, meaning physician, which corresponds to the Greek word ~ essenoi~at once denoting something essaios ~ something secret or mystic.  In fact the group known as the "Essenes" was called, "The Theraputate".

That these two words are together is beyond profound, and they were there just for me to find on this day; written by the secret hand of the universe.  The use of essential oils has been dated back some 5000 years ago, because of residue found in clay pots during excavations at Karnac and Thebes; we know they were used as medicine and in the process of mummification.  There is the jar, which contains the ‘sacred oil’ for anointing that is kept for use with the Ark of the Covenant to transform mere mortals into angels.  We know that in the story of the New Testament, two of the three gifts the Magi bring to the newly born savior, are Myrrh and Frankincense and what are they brought with? They are accompanied by something else of great value, gold.  We also know that Jesus is anointed by ‘Nard’ oil, by Mary Magdalene.  I will go into the deeper meanings of those essential oils in later chapters and most certainly, one of my guide’s, Mary Magdalene.

This is how life speaks to me, how it winds me down a path of discovery to stand literally atop a small plateau in the valley and make me her private student.  I went over the part in class when I talk about the body as a vessel, the bottom hips and belly more like a bowl and the head like a vase and the vision of wine sparkling in a glass as I twirled it, once again begged me to look deeper.  Things catch my mind like fly paper and stick one thought to another till the page is full and weighs me down lest I find some way to release it onto a stage, a page, an ear who can witness with me, such exotic fare that is not yet found by my eyes or ears in the symphony I find it playing my own world.

Wine, the first miracle of Jesus was at the wedding feast. His mother Mary (always with me, with us) comes to her son Jesus/Jeshua and tells Him there is not enough wine left for the wedding guests.  Jesus responds “Woman, why are you saying this to me? My time has not yet come.”  His mother told the servants, “Whatever he tells you, do it.”

Now you see, here is where I think a lot of people get lost by the false terrorism of screaming banshees who thieve them into worrying whether the story is real or not.

To me it is a silly consideration, robbing us of the deeper truth that is hidden far all who have eyes to see.

The real question to be asked is not if, but why?  Why on earth would the first miracle performed in a book of testimony that has waged wars and conquered multitudes and yet eludes the ‘masses’ and even I am sure the very elect themselves from its treasures, be a story about making more wine for a wedding feast?  Even in the commercials, the boast is that their ‘special grape will not be served before its time’.

Why is it not Jesus time yet?  Still he listens and those who are ‘serving’ wisely listen to the mother Mary. In John 2 the story continues:  ⁶And there were set there six water pots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.
⁷Jesus saith unto them, Fill the water pots with water. And they filled them up to the brim.
⁸And he saith unto them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor of the feast. And they bare it.
⁹When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants who drew the water knew) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom,
¹⁰And saith unto him, every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good wine until now.

Now, I think about how we are made up of water, over 80% of our bodies is mostly water.  Even the earth spinning on her axis mysteriously contains an almost equal amount ~of water in her surface.  We are told in Genesis or from the beginning…that we are created from clay, from the good sweet earth and that we are vessels ourselves to hold the water ~ that God Breathed life into our nostrils with His own breath.

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Genesis 2: ⁷

There we are ~ made from the dust, the earth….and breathed into life just as we must let a good wine breathe too.  All of it sewn together in my mind as the warm air cocooned me.  The clay vessels are symbolic of us and our own water bodies inside the temple.

I sat down and put my hands on the earth, as I had learned to do to feel her support and to feel her rise up to meet me as she always did to support my ~ our every step of life.

I felt the Erie Indians walking around between dimensions while not 20 feet away their own vessels slept secretly beneath under the softly rolling sacred burial mounds.

So too had I wondered about my own tribes who swam lifetimes before me and into this being I now inhabited.  The fighting tribes of people who spent their lives dry over differences when only the wrapping of the same breath inhabited us all.  I needed to rectify both my Christian upbringing, and the distant path of the Cherokee Indian grandmother on my father’s side. The ground I now walked upon and came from wrote a different prayer, one that combined both.  I needed to honour both, to contain the truths of one while respecting the traditions of the Native Americans who knew the earth as a living being, and lived life as a payer.  This is what came about:

Our mother earth, who gives birth to us, who nourishes, supports and sustains us, and holds the waters that nourish, cleanse and connect us reflecting back who we are; under the father sun, who strengthens, guides and enlightens us, I pray  by the power of the holy spirit that the great creator’s will, Thy Will Be Done through me; and I give thanks for the breath of god, who fills our lungs with air and life, and lifts our thoughts and our prayers up to the most high with the winged ones, and by the power of the Holy spirit returns to this earthly vessel which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom and thy queendom come, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN, give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

That prayer didn’t really open itself up to me, until I started to say it this way.

Then I realized why it was the Lord’s favorite prayer.  Even though I have embellished it now, that is what it took to realize what the prayer actually meant.

I believe that is how in part, the mystery of the first miracle revealed itself to me.  We are such a disparate people.  We all grow from the vine ….

Anyone who has lived long enough has trampled the grapes of wrath.  We find the bitter sweetness of sorrow to be a wisdom vein that has been intravenously feeding our spirit~

To reveal to us the meaning of our lives and who we are…..

Now, the Mayans call this the ‘time of the great revealing’.  When I looked into the word ‘Apocalypse’ what I found astonished me, because I hadn’t thought of it in this way, but always in the fear mongering sense, when it actually means: ‘the thinning of the veil’.

So what is happening right now is a ‘thinning of the veil’ and as this peels back, like all the layers that we also have been ‘healing’ in ourselves, it reveals things that have been right in front of us all along.  This happens on every level, just like the layers we have been healing.

Just as the layers of the sacred teachings are opening up their secrets, so too are the layers of activity in Politics, Religions (church leaders scandals of pedophilia, theft, Satanism, etc.) the text books that are filled with lies, the unraveling of energy knowledge, historical skewing and rewriting, etc.

Even as a story is spun now, it is quickly unraveled and displayed neatly for those who have eyes to see.  This happens in layers too.  The more unaware someone is of how it plays out in their own personal life, the less likely they are to truly unravel the greater story.

Each layer, each veil to the sacred (this is also why women wear veils, which after a whole wedding ceremony, the man is told he can now ‘lift’ and kiss the bride) is like a curtain on the stage of life that falls, to reveal the emperor has no clothes,  “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.” (The wizard in the Wizard of Oz)  I say pay very close attention.  Behind the veil is the mystery, but the light is so bright, one must be properly prepared, and see with their spiritual eyes.

From the Gospel of Thomas: 2. Jesus said, "Those who seek should not stop seeking until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed. When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will reign over all. [And after they have reigned they will rest.]"

She whispered to me the words: “Take this bread and drink from it, it is the cup of my blood, it is the blood of the new and everlasting covenant”. 

“Times, times and a half”; I read those words so many times and wondered what they really meant.  There it was as clear as day.  We take the body and the blood of Christ, the savior (the meaning of the name Jesus/Joshua is Saviour) into our being over and over.  In doing so, we finally understand that Christ was showing us the WAY, which was to awaken the Christed Being within ourselves. 
We are the body and the blood that will be turned into the fruit of the vine at the sacred wedding, the alchemical marriage in Communion.

They said to Him, "Shall we then, as children, enter the

Kingdom?"

            Jesus said to them, "When you make the two one, and when you

make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside,

and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the

female one and the same, so that the male not be male nor the

female female; and when you fashion eyes in the place of an eye,

and a hand in place of a hand, and a foot in place of a foot, and

a likeness in place of a likeness; then will you enter [the

Kingdom]." ~The Gospel of Thomas

And this: The light of the body is the eye: therefore when thine eye is single, thy whole  body also is full of light; but when thine eye is evil, thy body also is full of darkness. ~Luk 11:34

The very first miracle leads the way to the teaching of Jesus and is obvious if we have eyes to see.  The story leads us all the way to Christ the savior being hung on the cross.

He dies to this world, and then is risen. 

Who is with Him at every passage?  Mary Magdalene is with Him.  It is She who comes to His tomb (symbolic of the empty body that holds life/spirit).

When She arrives, she sees a man she mistakenly identifies as ‘the gardener’.  Jesus says to her: “Woman why do you look for the living among the dead?”

           

            24 On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. ² They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, ³ but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. ⁴ While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. ⁵ In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? ⁶ He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ⁷ ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” ⁸ Then they remembered his words.

⁹ When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others. ¹⁰ It was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the others with them who told this to the apostles. ¹¹ But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense. ¹² Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened. ~Luke 24

Etymologically we find this: Galilee "northernmost province of Palestine," late 12c., from L. Galilaea, Gk. Galilaia, from Heb. Haggalil, lit. "The District," a compressed form of Gelil haggoyim "the District of Nations" (cf. Isa. viii:23).

 ⁴⁴ He said to them, “This is what I told you while I was still with you: Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”
⁴⁵ Then he opened their minds so they could understand the Scriptures. ⁴⁶ He told them, “This is what is written: The Messiah will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, ⁴⁷ and repentance for the forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name to all nations, beginning at Jerusalem. ⁴⁸ You are witnesses of these things. ⁴⁹ I am going to send you what my Father has promised; but stay in the city until you have been clothed with power from on high.”
            ³⁶ While they were still talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, “Peace be with you.”
³⁷ They were startled and frightened, thinking they saw a ghost. ³⁸ He said to them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in your minds? ³⁹ Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.”
One day while meditating, as my breathing took me into an altered state, the contact with the holy spirit within me, that witness that monitors all I do, became decidedly separate and I had no doubt that my body was a simple vessel for the holy spirit.
Now, we have also been told that there are ‘holy and unholy, clean and unclean’ spirits.  It is up to us to decide which one will win our decision and which one we will follow.
I refer you to the story of Jesus in the desert for assistance, since now more than ever we see people following many false teachings that seem to worship the things that will turn to dust. (Lies of Abundance on a Finite Planet), though our soul's are eternal, we live in this daemonsion, to learn in our alembic vessel, in a finite world with boundaries.  Even heroin feels good the first time, a seducer, to lure you into the clutches of addiction that will never sate the soul.  Only the cup of eternal life will do this.  Beware!
17 Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God. ~ John 20:17
            She wept as she thought of her Lord, slain by wicked men, and not even allowed to rest in his grave. And still weeping, she stooped and looked into the tomb. There she saw two men in white garments sitting, one at the head, the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. They were the two angels whom the other women had seen, but Mary Magdalene did not know this. One of them said to her, "Woman, why do you weep?"
She answered, "Because they have taken away my Lord; and I do not know where they have laid him." Something caused her to turn around; and she saw a man standing behind her. It was Jesus; but her eyes were held for a moment from knowing him. He said to her, "Woman, why do you weep?"
She supposed that he was the gardener, and said, hardly looking at him, "Sir, if you have carried him out of this place, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away." Then the stranger spoke her name, "Mary!" and she knew that he was Jesus, no longer dead, but living. She turned around and fell down before him, and was about to seize his feet, as she said, "My Master!"
But Jesus said to her, "Do not take hold of me; I am not yet going away to my Father. But go to my brothers, and say to them, I go up to my Father, and to your Father, to my God, and your God."
Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples how she had seen the Lord, and how he had spoken these things to her. So this was the first time that any one saw Jesus after he rose from the dead.

        Jesus said to her, "Do not cling to Me, for I have not yet ascended to My Father; but go to My brethren and say to them, ?I am ascending to My Father and your Father, and to My God and your God." John 20:17
Mark 16:9-11; John 20:11-18

One of the first major experiences I had during a meditation was the opening of my third eye to a huge shaft of golden light.   As it opened, the warm honey light poured in and I heard these words: “This is communion and you are Nefertiti”

 My body shook and rocked and great rivers of tears burst forth as they ran warmly down my cheeks.  This was one of the layers of learning that helped to awaken my being.  So many times had I taken communion and heard the words: ‘Lord I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the words and I shall be healed.”

I had to repeat that process over and over, and then go into a meditation to have union or yoga with the divine.  The divine is within us if we but seek it to find even though we are not worthy to receive the savior, to be saved, it is only the words and we shall be healed.

Many years later, after working on so many people doing Total Sensory Healing and Integration©, and wiping rivers of tears from my clients, I realized that those tears are the living waters of life.  They were a healing salve necessary to fuel the fires of the heart, to create the ‘flaming heart’ of God; to ignite the fires of the Holy Spirit within.

I was there to bear witness.  It was also during these sessions, that I would discover the power of that simple act, of bearing true witness to someone, to the pain of someone’s life, their grapes of wrath.  If we are instructed not to bear false witness in the commandments, then to bear true witness was simply the higher learning of that commandment.  It was the sacrament of confession.  Sacrament is simply ‘sacred/sacra and mind/ment/mental; to open the doorway to the sacred river of life, the mind of God.  The word Element has this same unwinding etymologically; El, being the God of the Hebrew Old Testament and ment again being ‘mind’ or ‘mental’.  So, we have ‘God-mind’ or ‘Sacred Mind’ the mind of God.

The heart, as we shall see is the bridal chamber, and it is the open heart that leads the way into the kingdom and queendom of heaven.

            St. Margaret Mary Alacoque describes the revelation of the "Sacred Heart" of Jesus (emphasis is mine): “The Sacred Heart was represented to me as a resplendent sun, the burning rays of which fell vertically upon my heart, which was inflamed with a fire so fervid that it seemed as if it would reduce me to ashes. It was at these times especially that my Divine Master taught me what He required of me and disclosed to me the secrets of His loving Heart.”

 We place the ‘communion host’ in a monstrance, so just what is a monstrance and where does the word come from? Monstrance: 1. Noun. An ornamental, often precious

receptacle, either open or with a transparent cover, in which the consecrated host is placed for veneration. ¹

remonstrance (n.) late 15c., from M.Fr. remonstrance (15c.), from M.L. remonstrantia, from remonstrans, prp. of remonstrare "point out, show," from L. re-, intensive prefix, + monstrare "to show" (see monster).

Other words from this prefix: Demonstrate, dimension, demons.

⁴⁵ Then he opened their minds so they could understand the Scriptures. ⁴⁶ He told them, “This is what is written: The Messiah will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, ⁴⁷ and repentance for the forgiveness of sins will be preached in his name to all nations, beginning at Jerusalem. ⁴⁸ You are witnesses of these things. ⁴⁹ I am going to send you what my Father has promised; but stay in the city until you have been clothed with power from on high.”

We are the Ark of the Covenant, it is within us that Holy Communion takes place and our savior rises within to marry the Sophia, Wisdom in the bedroom chamber, the heart/thymus.

Hear Thy Muse, in the Hearth, heart of it all.

Sadly, many people who start to open up the book of life, can begin to believe they are the ONLY person who can do this, and that they are THE SAVIOUR rather than understanding we are all living into our own sacredness through living the teachings of Jeshua and Mary Magdalene and through Divine Mercy which gives birth to grace: We need to tap into this misunderstood book of light, as there are many books of light, to begin to decode our holy beings, unwrap our packages/bodies to expose the truth and light of the world, soul shine.  Some people also believe that ‘they are God’, I don’t happen to be inside that camp.  I believe we are all aspects of the God Mind.  Until we learn how to spin planets into existence, calling ourselves ‘god’ is a bit presumptive and again misses the mystery which is enough, to be a part and aspect of the Glory of God.  This has plenty of magic to contemplate and behold, and we miss the journey in the extrapolation into a largess that is spoon feeding us life in the river of time.

In short, The Holy Grail ‘CUP’ has been hidden very well indeed, it is inside of us like a magic lamp, we need to rub it in just the right WAY, The Truth, The Light and The WAY” to give birth to the Saviour, Our own genetic make-up, is the Genie in the Bottle, Abracadabra.

My third eye begins to itch, I scratch it and bring my index fingers to the side of my head and rub my TEMPLES.

(Editor Note: El-E-ment) El is God or THE and ment is MIND.  Therefore, element is the God mind.

Everything we address with THE, is adding the prefix of God.

Also know, that we are living in a time, where our fresh water is now at risk forever...How can we turn the waters into wine, when they are not even clean and have been polluted by the black snake of oil, let alone be HOLY?  Standing Rock, is the place to stand once and for all or forever fall.
Gethsemane (Greek: Γεθσημανή, Gethsemane; Hebrew: גת שמנים‎‎, Gat Shmanim; Syriac: ܓܕܣܡܢ‎, Gaḏ Šmānê, lit. "oil press") is a garden at the foot of the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, most famous as the place where Jesus prayed and his disciples slept the night before his crucifixion.
Be honourable, you did not walk this walk to open up these deep truths.  HONOUR THE FATHER AND THE MOTHER, THOU SHALT NOT STEAL.
Read the stations of the cross/EL, even the three crosses on Golgotha, is astrology.

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Spirit Sent Me...A Real Turtle Rock

I have many mystical experiences, including my own death at the age of 17, experiencing heaven, the fusing of G-d's love and light into my being as ONE, walking around with Jesus (float walking) and asking to come back.

During my divorce, I chose to live in a barn without running water, etc. To find out who I really am, what do I really believe and why.  I was also going through a financial dis-empowerment that I never experienced before.

I started to question everything, and was worried I was disappointing G-d, feeling I may have 'failed' at my commitment...to help my husband enough to make the marriage work and diffuse his overwhelming anger.  I tried to kiss and love all that pain that was buried inside of him away.  I was not in the war, I did not serve.  Was my service to help him heal?  For nine years I tried.  I wrote notes to G-d, prayers asking for help.    (One night this culminated in an awful experience, I just cannot share at this time, so please accept my apologies.)

Anyway, at that point, I lost my eternal optimism. I felt I failed my husband and the commitment I made to G-d ~ all of it.

So I was on the cement floor, sobbing, asking, and literally pleading with G-d to show me a sign ~ show me that I was doing the right thing.  Here I was with rocks talking to me, laying all around me in a circle, I had gathered feathers, crystals, and other various items on my walks following an inner voice that lead me around the island.  I thought to myself, yes...maybe I am losing my mind.

A knock came at the door of the barn.  I was a bit startled. Did I actually hear that? Why and who would be at my door? Should I be afraid?  I am alone and there is no one around here.

I went to the door and opened it....

There stood a native American Indian......he told me: “Spirit sent him to me”.....

I replied that I wasn't in a good place, that I had been crying, in case he was picking up on my energy (as I would have) so he would know that yes, I was out of sorts.

He replied with a bow and said: “You have already honoured me by telling me the truth”...very good.

I asked him if he would like to come into my barn, though I have nothing to offer.

He said yes, he came in and saw all the rocks, feathers, crystals, etc., I was gathering, we sat on the floor and he would ask me what they were 'saying to me'. I showed him some of the songs I was writing, and that I was starting to write a fairy tale about a little girl who wakes up inside a dream talking to animals.

He told me he wanted me to come to 'Sweat Lodge' that evening, and that tomorrow he wanted to

start to take me to the sacred places on the island, and that spirit had sent him to me, because he was supposed to show me these things.

Before he left, I wanted to give him something, but really had nothing to offer, save for a cigarette, since I still smoked at the time.  I offered him one and he bowed and said: “Now you have honoured me a second time.  It is tradition, to give tobacco as a gift.”

Here now, I will share another example of the magic that awaits us, if we simply pay attention.

Indian Bob and I took many hikes together.  As we walked the many different parts of the island, he would tell me the sacred stories that were connected to each particular area.

One day, while walking with Bob, the two of us cut a path in the crystalline amber stretch along the waters of the great lake on the ‘Emerald Island’ as Bob informs me of the mission he was told I am there to fulfill.

“You have been called to the island, to tell the story of the ‘Rock Tribe’ by ‘Clam digger Woman’, yes you will tell the story of the stone people who have been keepers of the sacred stories, throughout all of time.”

As he tells me this, I look down and see what looks like a clam, but slightly different.  I reach down and pick it up, rinsing off the sand in the cool waters of Lake Erie, it glistens in the sun and as the striations of grays and browns, reveal what is a stone that seems to be a petrified clam!  Immediately after, I find another rock, reach down and pick it up and it looks just like a turtle.  With that, and eagle screeches as it divides the azure skies not but 15 feet above us, coming what seems to be so close I almost thought I should duck my head.

Bob just looks at me with a look that seemed more dazzled and shocked than I was, and says to me: “They don’t usually fly that close, he is watching out for you and that was another sign that what I am saying is true.” 

We hiked up onto one of the many huge limestone rocks piled along the shore and sat down for the sunset show to blaze fire along the stretching blues running into each other in the horizon and meeting in the distance.  As he began his descent, two crescent rainbows arched into one another and again we looked at each other as we hummed in awe at the treat we had been given that day with each other.

That eagle watched me the entire time I was on the island healing and writing....if I called him...he came.....it was quite magical during an otherwise difficult time.

For some reason, I am always given the most wondrous magical times and love, even in my darkest hour.  Always angels show up to save me, guide me....real amazingly mystical times have I have lived.

The universe was speaking so loudly to me that day, loud enough for me to carry the message to this page to share with you right now.  It has been a long time coming home.

I feel each of us has a key, a sacred truth that is buried within us, to share and help each other wake up.  If we weave these stories together, we will see a much bigger picture that as individuals, are occluded enough to keep us wading through the darkness.

I apologize, for taking so long to have the guts to begin to share these stories, I have carried for so long.  Each word, is like emptying a sack of stones, to make my walk and journey lighter.

I hope it helps to act as a key, much like Chiron is the key to the astrology chart, as I was told mystically after taking a retreat with Barbara Hand Clow, and she explained that it was the ‘rainbow’ bridge.  Once I looked at the symbol (which is always a font of information) it was unmistakable.

Since Chiron pierces the veil, between Saturn and Uranus, I thought of it as ‘Parsifal’, who perceives the all…by piercing the veil.  I have taught this many times in classes in the years that followed, and shared many times on social media and with friends and clients as I read for them, or was simply sharing what was fondly coined: ‘a Gloriaism’ by one of my students.

The wounded healer, which I am quite visibly now, having a long doorway, that runs from just below my breast to the top of my thigh and across to the other.  Yes, I have been ‘in through the out-door’ and returned.  I know this, all life first comes through the wounding, even the ovum, must be ‘wounded’ by the sperm, to be impregnated.

My walking out and back into this world when I died?  That is another story, and another chapter.

Written in 1995

The Great Beast in the Mystic Triangle

Mystic Rectangle:

Moon 22* Gemini opposing Saturn 19* Sagittarius

Jupiter 18* Libra opposing Uranus 20* Aries Trine Saturn

  

Neptune 9* PIsces (Poseidon & Ruler of Chart) is opposing North Node (head of dragon) at 7* of Virgo. 

Mars in Aquarius 25* and Uranus in Aries 20* are in mutual reception.

Jupiter/Zeus 18* Libra is square to Pluto/Hades at 16* Capricorn in wide conjunction to Mercury/Hermes at 12* Capricorn the Goat.

Pluto/Hades is also still in a wide square to Uranus.

Lady Luna is also in a lovely trine to Mars/Ares at 25* Aquarius.  So what does all this mean?  Well…let’s start with Lady Luna who as always has a busy mind this Holy Day season while she is growing mighty pregnant in Gemini.  This is busy emotionally, she has a harder time making up her mind while that opposition is to her lover, our Solar ambassador with his leaden blanket, Saturn, old EL, the Lord of the Rings, throwing a wet blanket of sorts on him, making this a bit more serious and somber than any Gemini cares for.

The emotions of the people, will feel overwhelmed and futile at times, regarding matters of power and the authority of the state, now very clearly in control of the sun, who wishes he could pop out from underneath the heavy hand of Saturn, who wants his time in the sun, to come out from the shadows and make himself known as ‘chief owner and operator’.

While the one hand is giving, the other is quickly taking away…

With Mars/Ares and Uranus in mutual reception, there is a lot of pent up activity that is being unearthed and the momentum for change, is coming to a head.  Mars the ruler of WAR and action, can quickly overtake our passions and make sudden reversals a common theme as we move forward for some rather interesting revelations that can be very shocking.

Neptune in opposition to the North Node, also known as the head of the dragon, means that the South Node, or tail of the dragon is coiled around Neptune/Poseidon, this can make comprehending your true path, or spiritual destiny while walking on the earth, a bit confounded.  This dance is going back and forth for some time and also caught in the eclipse pattern.

Things will be revealed in ‘flashes of lightening’, almost as if you are watching a movie, only to be obscured as the curtain comes down, and the tail of the dragon, as the past comes up to scare you back home to safety.

Now, we must remind ourselves, that these are WORLD TRANSITS.

Everyone is feeling some portion of this…including our own earth, as she struggles along with Jupiter/Zeus now in Libra for balance.

These tensions are palpable though.  The earth is already feeling this energy uprising, just now, the buoys along the Pacific rim have all stared to go off:
http://www.newsprepper.com/major-emergency-alert-22-tsunami-warning-buoys-pacific-ocean-now-alert-mode-magnitude-6-8-earthquake-rocks-california-cascadia-subduction-zone/#.WEqqJ_krI2w

We shared with you our concerns over holiday travel, for precisely this reason, and also because of the rattling of energy even in the US, over the presidential EL-ection, as that is being questioned and many postulations as to what the EL-ectoral College will actually do, on December 19^th?

This has many people feeling volatile and concerned, no matter which side of the fence one may find themselves.  This article will not be to take sides, but to share the collective angst, that is clearly divided and both hoping for their own perceived necessity in the outcome as being ominous, if it does not fall as they hope.

I remind us all that no matter who you believed was the right candidate, the bottom line, is that we are all an US.  It is doubtful for most reading this, that any candidate, will come personally to their rescue, but the person you think is your ‘enemy’ that may have voted opposite to you?  They think, just as you do, that the need for their choice, is exigent and the other option is frightening to them.  For some either option frightens them.

Some, think it does not matter, that either will take ‘their orders’ as is so often espoused to be the truth.

Regardless, we are all in this together, and we must find a way to make a way, together. 

There are so many struggles happening on our planet at this time.  As a sensitive, feeling this is very hard on the system/body.  Using Sleep angel, has been a true miracle, to keep anchored and grounded as well as to actually sleep.

If you are feeling the benefits of what are going to be, handsome bonuses this year, congratulations, you have worked hard (Saturn) and will now receive the rewards of that hard work.  Take good care, be wise and prepare.  If you can share with those who are struggling a bit, how kind of you and good for your soul.  Remember, every time we alleviate the pain of others, we alleviate the heavy energy of concern and distress on our planet, and she is only acting out our inner turmoil.

Pay off loans if you can with these bonuses.  The coming spring, can see a bit of a squeeze coming, when Venus goes Retrograde and at her tail end, so will Mercury. 

The good news, is this is waking us up to each other, and compassion will be key, to assuaging the pain any of us feel, even in our own little worlds.

The supporting Angels to help us through this time:
Mars/Ares is helping us unearth the path we came here to take, it is activating us emotionally in a trine to the moon.  Jupiter/Zeus is also in support of Luna, so we can tap into the joy and laughter, levity that may come in ‘darker humour’ at times, but will still work to buoy the spirits, especially with the knowledge that are here in a process of evoluting our soul…that changes must come to ‘cook up the alembic chamber’ or cauldron of the soul.

Recall the name of my book, ‘Alchemy of the Soul’…and in that first chapter, that was sent out to each of you, the first miracle that Jesus performed, was ‘turning water into wine’ at the Wedding Feast.

Here, we see clearly, that it is not about turning water into wine, but the allegory presented.

First, we are at a ‘wedding’.  This is the marriage of the pairs of opposites.

How do the animals board Noah’s Ark?  2 X 2

A marriage is a sacred contract, on earth, with Gd’s blessing, grace is poured into this world though the ‘Sacrament’ or ‘sacred mind, of marriage.

Secondly, WATER INTO WINE.

We are over 80% water, so is the surface of the earth.

Right now, there are indigenous tribes all over the planet, who have come together, and call themselves; ‘water protectors’.

They are following prophecy, from the Lakota, Hopi and even in revelations (REVEAL AT IONS) where we are told the beast must wrestle…

And in many places, we are told of the Leviathon (Beast from the depths of the waters)…or Neptune/Poseidon’s realms…such as this from Isaiah: 27:1
“In that day the LORD with his sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent; and he shall slay the dragon that is in the sea.”

Now of course, this is always an internal course but it is interesting, that the Hopi and Lakota say that they must keep the ‘black snake’ from crossing the fresh waters…this they believe is the oil pipeline from the tar sands up in Canada that they are ‘standing against’ as ‘water protectors’…

I am writing a piece that I have not finished on the meaning of Standing Rock, but did you know for instance, that there is literally a rock, that is the shape of a woman and child, that in their native folklore, turned to stone?

Western Meadowlark / Sturnella neglecta

Wild Prairie Rose / Rosa blanda

Did you know, that Dakota means: kindred, ally or friend?

Did you know, that a strategically placed bomb where they want to put this pipeline through, will destroy the fresh water into the Missouri which flows into the Mississippi and thus will have a deleterious impact on 2/3 of the fresh water in the US?  So, even if you are not in support of the indigenous tribes, and their sacred ground and treaty that is being violated again, perhaps if you consider the implications such strategic weak point, this creates might make you pause?  We could take this a step further, by pointing out that oil, is created from the breaking down of plant matter that has swallowed the sun.

Even in the Beverly Hillbillies, we here the theme song: “Black gold, Texas tea”…Black gold is Oil, gold or AUG, is a symbol for the sun and always has been.  Therefore, we can make the connection that Black oil, is also known as the ‘black sun’…look up the logo’s for oil/energy companies, even in some of their own names, such as ‘Sun-oco’ we can clearly see that there is a connection.

And so, this 39^th state of the union, has profound significance. 

Here is the state flag:

One of its nicknames is, the Peace Garden State.

While all this cocktail is brewing, in what can be a difficult time for many, as the holidays can bring up painful memories, it is also going to bring plenty of rewards and good tidings.

This is a time of change, what was buried and not seen in the past, can hold the collective and the individual hostage to their own darkness, which lies deep inside of us in the ‘unfathomable’ depths below as a hidden power within.  When we don’t face our own issues and our own darkness, of which we all of course have, that POWER AND ENERGY lies dormant, coiled like the serpent in the dark depths of the subconscious, just waiting to be ‘released and witnessed’.

So, during this time, as we witness each other, find what you own strengths are, and how you can be of SERVICE.

We cannot all do the same thing, we each have a calling and our own gift.

Cherish this, nurture that which is a part of you, even as Jupiter/Zeus is warming his way into creating the balance point, the place in between.  Where do you fit in to the collective?  What is your gift?

This MYSTICAL RECTANGLE will have us wanting to expand, on firm foundations, learning the lessons from the past, so often hard won.

As Uranus wants us to change, to break free from old habits and past conditioning, Saturn will want us to be pragmatic and solid, reminding us there is always a ‘fixed time’ for things and not to throw out the past or those who are older and wiser.
Jupiter will want to bring in partners who share our values, and expand those horizons together.
While Mars pushes us into ‘action’…Venus brings us the challenging aspect not normally comfortable to her, of ‘stepping back’ and seeing things from a love of what is necessary in moving forward, as the ‘bigger picture’ and group think.

So, all of that will have us needing to continuously ground ourselves, think of the Sleep Angel again.  Really, if you aren’t experiencing how lovely she will quickly ground and protect you, with a simple application on the inner wrist and then closing your eyes and inhaling, you are missing out on one of the most valuable assets you have right ‘under your nose’.

Diffusing, Lavender and Frankincense, can both calm you and also elevate the space and clear the energy, for that divine connection, while actually clearing the air.  Use your Light Spirits Mister to help drive away the ‘dark’…we have sold many of these for children who ‘see in the dark’ and

sometimes that is scary, so chase away the monsters with a single blow/mist.

The cold and flu season is upon us, and even raking the leaves can bring a lot of heavy energy and allergies activated that can deplete your own natural energy and have you needing relief.

Don’t forget, to roll on a tissue and inhale CONTINUOUSLY, even as you roll it on your own throat and chest, and have it absorbed into the system.

Remember, that your skin is one intake, and inhalation is the other.

When we use both together, you get a much bigger impact and great desired results.  If it is really bad, make sure to add hot compress, to help open up the pores so they can suck in that natural healing energy.

All the best, and holiday greetings from your friends at the ARC.

Gloria