Labyrinth walk in Auburn…..walking the labyrinth is like witnessing ones own walk on the spiritual path…..take your shoes off and walk with bare feet. Feel the pebbles beneath, some sharp, some crumbled and smooth. The crumbled pebbles are a comfort as I know that others have walked the path before me. I bless the ones before me and those who come after. I stop for a moment on the path and look around.. The trees are bending, each has a partner in the dance of life. A bird flies from one tree to another. I stretch my arms up and feel the wind, and then move on. Sharpness of the pebbles make me picture Jesus carrying the cross to his own death. I haven’t thought of Jesus for a long time. I breath in the vision and stop. Suddenly I am on my knees in the path of this labyrinth. A wind blows, my friend who is walking this also, we look at each other. Both of us are on the path feeling this moment. We are not alone
I have been reading Judith for a long time now….Cathar days were brough to mind through her and I appreciate this. Look for the truth in her writings, you will find many as you read with your heart. For those who have eyes, will see….
The higher paths of Mysticism have to do with the preparedness to delve ever deeper in the depths of Being – that state of Being which is the Unknown, the endless infinite realm of the Gods and Goddesses – the Mystery of Life and the Life Force itself. It delves deep into the cosmic consciousness which is sublime and which is the creative force itself, yet is within all Beings and all that ever was created under the Central Cosmic Sun.
It is the highest calling of the Illumined State. It takes total commitment and dedication to this path. It is the highest path of supreme purity and it will demand that All.
According to the Oxford dictionary a Mystic is a person who devotes their time to profound thought in order to become closer to God and to reach truths beyond human understanding. Its root is the Greek word…
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THE JOURNEY OF THE ROSES
Roses were blooming summer of 2014 so abundantly in my garden, I began to wonder what to do with all of them. Besides drying the petals, making bouquets, and giving to friends, what else could I do?
How it all began? I had always loved roses, and my ears would perk up at the mention of them, and I had a few bushes in the garden in a house we bought over six years ago. But suddenly I noticed I began to almost in devotion give loving care as I gathered the mature blossoms. There was one bush that really caught my eye…the red rosebush. I knew the red rose had some kind of special meaning, but what? I began to do a little research. In fact, I felt pulled toward the red rose and a longing to know was always in my thoughts and in my heart. As I posted pictures of the roses on my Facebook page, I began to get some wonderful comments and connections to other rose lovers. The roses did seem to have a kind of spiritual connection and it felt as if I was on, what I call, “The Path of Roses”. A Facebook friend mentioned that she had made rose beads many years ago with the rose petals…… What?! Suddenly I knew what I longed to do with the red rose petals. I began to make rose beads from my red rose petals in the spring of 2014. Loving every moment of it, and learning some profound lessons. One day as I simmered rose petals on one stove burner, and a pot of cabbage soup on another, I ended up burning both. I quickly realized the rose needed my undivided attention…This journey has become a most auspicious time for me.