Mother Mary
Place your heart in the safety of the embrace of God. Let the stillness of his voice be yours to be Heard. Never has the Earth been so close to the moment of revelation yet you must embrace your heart with all you know as love. You must behold the Comforter in all its forms as Mother and Father and trust that you will not be left alone. As a door closes one is letting in the light of a new corridor of time and you will feel it as a soft breeze brushing past your face when you awaken. If the truth of your world is harsh and seemingly irreparable, Beloved you can only choose one way for the new world to enter this dominion you call reality. You may surrender to the knowing that there is more to this world than you ever thought possible. You were schooled in the era you live in but there is the mystery school of all Earth where you place your footsteps on the journey to awakening. The planet Saturn is making its presence known to you in this year. It is the old school. The way of the patriarch. It holds you to task to account for all you have done and all you must do. This is not unlike spring cleaning. It is carefully placed to allow the knowing of the new age meet the timelines of the old one which has been the mystery school for your ancestors. How can you find your path with the help of Saturn? You must find it in you. Where do you restrict yourself Beloved. What do you place as a boundary upon your own heart and yet find you resent the limitations to your own life. This is the conundrum of your age. To be free yet to be walled in by your unknowing.
Prophets in the Temple.
“ The bell rang out on the dawn as we stirred in our small beds. We were not happy with rising early and would have welcomed a soft call from our mothers with the warmth of her smile. But we knew even at that age that we were being disciplined in our hearts and mind so as to complete the journey. I arose from my bed and dressed quickly and ran to the window where the basin and jug stood on the table. Splashing my face with cold water I saw the Sun beginning to cast a golden light on the earth outside. A feeling of love stirred within me and I could sense the gathering in the great hall. I brushed my hair quickly and tidied myself and went out to meet the others who made their way there.
None of us talked or chattered. We knew the importance of the rite of silence as we heard our footsteps brush along the stone floor. The corridor was long and narrow and each door had a golden torch that shone out from the top of the frame. I met my companions faces with a small and shy smile. My hair fell against my face to cover my blush. Even now after the last few years in this Temple I considered myself the new girl. The one who must be cheery and yet not too loud. We walked down the stone steps and could hear the rustle of cloth as the priests made their way to their seats beside the tall pillars. I stood in the line with others and held my hands in repose in front of me. The atmosphere was filled with sparkling energy that I had not felt for a long time. It was like twinkling stars filtering through the dappled sunlight above that cast a glow and shadows against the pillars. I stood mesmerized by the rays of light coming down from the heavens into the hall.
The four priests stood in their long habits and dark hats. Their beards were long and grey and almost like little beings they carried in front of them! I suppressed a smile and could feel the girl beside me feel the same. I had long since been used to the feelings that stirred in me when surrounded by others. If my mood changed or I physically felt a change in myself I could identify it as someone else’s if I did not own it! But this was different. I felt a coldness around my shoulders as the priest held up the Book towards the heavens. He placed it down on the altar in front of him and walked around to stand in front of us.
He met our faces one by one as he did each morning. We bowed a small little nod in respect and he began his teaching for the day.
I listened as I stood on the tiled floor now beneath our feet in the hall and in my head images danced and peoples faces came in from nowhere. I viewed them and let them go. The priest explained to us that as he read to us and passed on the teachings we would envision what he was saying. This is just as it should be. We would see images from what he described. Our imaginations would play with what he was conjuring up. I drifted into a trance where I ran through fields of tall grass and wild flowers and followed the story with my heart singing along. Then he continued and brought us to a part of the story that brought up fear and trepidation. I could sense the others around me being uncomfortable and shifting from one foot to another. I could also feel my own heart growing and beating a little faster. There was a rush of energy in the room and the light that had been coming in was now brighter and visible even through our closed eyes. As he relayed the story of the teaching it became more and more testing and for some of the girls they opened their eyes or became upset by what they had envisioned. I followed the story for as long as I could and when I had become emotionally charged with it also, I found an inner voice within me say ‘this is not true.’ ‘ It is not your world.’ ‘It is the making of another world by someone testing your resilience to awakening to a deeper sense of your knowing.’ I decided to trust that voice as it came from the deepest part of my heart and without knowing if it was God or my angels I heard myself saying ‘This is not the truth of the world I am in.’ But to my dismay I had said it aloud!! Oh no what would the priests say. I opened my eyes to see the others stare at me in disbelief. No one ever talked in the Temple until the priest had finished the teaching and the knowledge had been shared. Oh my I could feel a coldness surround me and my face warmed to the shame I had caused myself.
I held the side of my dress tightly in my hand and scrunched it up in frustration and upset. The priest looked over at me and said ‘Priestess why do you challenge the Teaching.’ I felt a large gulp as I swallowed and with my face shining brightly like a crimson evening sun, I softly said ‘Teacher I followed the journey you took us on and I saw the challenges along the way but when the voice inside told me this was not my world I believed it because it came from the silence of my own heart.’ He took his time and stared for what seemed like hours …and raised his hand in a gesture for me to approach him. My legs wobbled beneath my gown and I could hear the gasp of the others who were shocked by my seemingly brazen attitude. I stood in front of him and he asked me to turn and face the room. I did. He placed the book down and clearing his own throat said. “Priestesses. You gather here to hear the teachings at the rise of each dawn. You follow them in the tradition that has been handed down from one prophet to another. As the prophets were called upon to predict the outcome of each era and to bring guidance we must acknowledge they too had their own visions that were part of their traditions and not necessarily part of the teachings of the divine. They had to decide what was coloured by their own emotions and decipher the truth of the word beyond what is written. The Priestess has discovered we all have access to the voice within us when we are guided to surrender to a divine hand that will show us the measure of our humanness when it comes to prophecy. In other words, we must believe only that which is completely at one with our hearts and minds as the body, the emotions and the knowing will show us when something is wrong. If we can walk between veils and not be distracted by the illusion we can trust we will always hear the still voice of the Creator within us.”
The priest asked me to face him and turning I looked up and saw him stare into my eyes. He reached over to the side of the altar where the lilies had been left and picked one up. ‘Take this lily and sit with its fragrance. Let your heart become the lily as you sit with it and know that the essence will be the ancient tradition that sees one world enter the next.’
He sent me on my way back to the others. After that I stood solidly on the tiled floor and felt my feet cold and icy as I came back into my body. I had left the present moment while he had talked and walked among the flowers of Eden to find the comfort of Mother again.
We silently walked back down the corridor but now it was time to go out onto the steps of the Temple outside and be blessed by the Sun. Walking with the others I carried my lily and smiled a smiled within. This day would be part of my memory and in a distant future I would remember it, in another new age.’
Mary’s Tales from the Temple
Caroline K.
The Golden Rose Path
2022
Temple Rose Reiki 
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