"The Breath of God"
A light shone bright in Bethlehem
A glow from a new star
The breath of God came into man
To burn out inner war
Rose Heart
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Introduction
Introduction
“With what you went through, you will be affected for the rest of your life.” This is what various therapists would tell me when I started to share of my secret - surfacing memories of my being molested by my adopted father and brothers from the time I was an infant until I was ten.
Well, two thoughts came my way at this proposition of my future:
On the one hand, I knew on the deepest level of my Soul - this just cannot be true. A thought kept reverberating back to me about Gods promise - “The Truth shall set you Free”.
Yet, on another level, I felt a powerful force of dark human emotion called hate. Hate grabbed hold of my mind like a vice squeezing out images of revenge, while screaming, “He wronged me; I am going to get even; he is wrong, I am right.”
Hate gives off a powerful, familiar aroma. But, this time, I felt its rage course through my veins, and I liked its power. My conscience would forever rebook me when I would give into hate and the repercussions that would always send me into the depths of Hell.
I sit now and smile, for Life was and always is, as my twin flame would often come to say to me, “Life is simple, my preciousness.” There were times, when it would seem that I would jump straight into the drama of things, and my dear husband always seemed to know how to pull me back to Center.
Tears are rolling down my face as I ponder – Ahh, the wonder of our One beating heart and all that has been revealed; more of that later - but for now, the beginning - I call it the beginning of the end; the end of the Lie.
This is the story of Our Life and the path of initiation into a Holy Marriage of God. It may not be everyone’s story, for we are each on different paths, with but one Destination. Yet, what is the same with all of God’s children is the freedom of will to search for our true self, and the path our Creator has destined within us to Embrace.
This is a story of one Couples Journey through the Fires of Death – the pit of Fear, Hate, & Hell, and into the Realm of Living Water - the Home of Hope, Love, & Eternal Salvation - A life worth living.
Rose Heart
From - "The Phoenix - Out of the Ashes, Hope is Born Again"
“With what you went through, you will be affected for the rest of your life.” This is what various therapists would tell me when I started to share of my secret - surfacing memories of my being molested by my adopted father and brothers from the time I was an infant until I was ten.
Well, two thoughts came my way at this proposition of my future:
On the one hand, I knew on the deepest level of my Soul - this just cannot be true. A thought kept reverberating back to me about Gods promise - “The Truth shall set you Free”.
Yet, on another level, I felt a powerful force of dark human emotion called hate. Hate grabbed hold of my mind like a vice squeezing out images of revenge, while screaming, “He wronged me; I am going to get even; he is wrong, I am right.”
Hate gives off a powerful, familiar aroma. But, this time, I felt its rage course through my veins, and I liked its power. My conscience would forever rebook me when I would give into hate and the repercussions that would always send me into the depths of Hell.
I sit now and smile, for Life was and always is, as my twin flame would often come to say to me, “Life is simple, my preciousness.” There were times, when it would seem that I would jump straight into the drama of things, and my dear husband always seemed to know how to pull me back to Center.
Tears are rolling down my face as I ponder – Ahh, the wonder of our One beating heart and all that has been revealed; more of that later - but for now, the beginning - I call it the beginning of the end; the end of the Lie.
This is the story of Our Life and the path of initiation into a Holy Marriage of God. It may not be everyone’s story, for we are each on different paths, with but one Destination. Yet, what is the same with all of God’s children is the freedom of will to search for our true self, and the path our Creator has destined within us to Embrace.
This is a story of one Couples Journey through the Fires of Death – the pit of Fear, Hate, & Hell, and into the Realm of Living Water - the Home of Hope, Love, & Eternal Salvation - A life worth living.
Rose Heart
From - "The Phoenix - Out of the Ashes, Hope is Born Again"
Fragrant Dreams
FRAGRANT DREAMS
A vision of a girl
With hopes and dreams
A girl filled with Light
Love, as a laser beam
She is ready to seek
She is ready to know
As the dawn seeks the Light
She awaits the garden she hoes
What will become
Of this child filled with scorn?
She rides the tide of love
Through Faith, she is re-born
She allows the wind of God
To guide her boat, ever dear
As the Holy Spirit descends
She sails away from fear
She rides the storms of healing -
A past filled with incest
She prays for her father’s soul
This is love’s ultimate test
Composting her body, mind, and soul
Into the life she was born to live
A seed of innocence sets root
Wisdom’s nourishment ready to give
Her heart sprouts with love
That Light of God Shining
Her soul mate smiling
Her cloud’s silver lining
She opens up her heart
Her body, mind and soul
She surrenders love’s defense
And gives her love a hoe
They dig deep into the earth
Removing all the weeds
Clearing away the past
So they can plant new seeds
A new dawn on the horizon
An opening bud’s release
The fragrance of love is present
Two hearts live One in Peace
Rose Heart
from the book
"The Phoenix - Out of the Ashes, Hope is Born Again"
A vision of a girl
With hopes and dreams
A girl filled with Light
Love, as a laser beam
She is ready to seek
She is ready to know
As the dawn seeks the Light
She awaits the garden she hoes
What will become
Of this child filled with scorn?
She rides the tide of love
Through Faith, she is re-born
She allows the wind of God
To guide her boat, ever dear
As the Holy Spirit descends
She sails away from fear
She rides the storms of healing -
A past filled with incest
She prays for her father’s soul
This is love’s ultimate test
Composting her body, mind, and soul
Into the life she was born to live
A seed of innocence sets root
Wisdom’s nourishment ready to give
Her heart sprouts with love
That Light of God Shining
Her soul mate smiling
Her cloud’s silver lining
She opens up her heart
Her body, mind and soul
She surrenders love’s defense
And gives her love a hoe
They dig deep into the earth
Removing all the weeds
Clearing away the past
So they can plant new seeds
A new dawn on the horizon
An opening bud’s release
The fragrance of love is present
Two hearts live One in Peace
Rose Heart
from the book
"The Phoenix - Out of the Ashes, Hope is Born Again"
The Phoenix Bird by Hans Christian Anderson
From my book - The Phoenix - Out of the Ashes, Hope is Born Again
In the beginning of my book, I put the fable of the Phoenix Bird.
The Phoenix Bird - By Hans Christian Anderson
http://www.aesopfables.com/cgi/aesop1.cgi?hca&a76
IN the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a rose bush. Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight was like the flashing of light, his plumage was beauteous, and his song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise, there fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest of the bird, which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the flames; but from the red egg in the nest there fluttered aloft a new one- the one solitary Phoenix bird. The fable tells that he dwells inArabia, and that every hundred years, he burns himself to death in his nest; but each time a new Phoenix, the only one in the world, rises up from the red egg. The bird flutters round us, swift as light, beauteous in color, charming in song. When a mother sits by her infant's cradle, he stands on the pillow, and, with his wings, forms a glory around the infant's head. He flies through the chamber of content, and brings sunshine into it, and the violets on the humble table smell doubly sweet. But the Phoenix is not the bird of Arabia alone. He wings his way in the glimmer of the Northern Lights over the plains of Lapland, and hops among the yellow flowers in the short Greenland summer. Beneath the copper mountains of Fablun, and England's coal mines, he flies, in the shape of a dusty moth, over the hymnbook that rests on the knees of the pious miner. On a lotus leaf he floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges, and the eye of the Hindoo maid gleams bright when she beholds him. The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? The Bird of Paradise, the holy swan of song! On the car of Thespis he sat in the guise of a chattering raven, and flapped his black wings, smeared with the lees of wine; over the sounding harp of Iceland swept the swan's red beak; on Shakspeare's shoulder he sat in the guise of Odin's raven, and whispered in the poet's ear "Immortality!" and at the minstrels' feast he fluttered through the halls of the Wartburg. The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? He sang to thee the Marseillaise, and thou kissedst the pen that fell from his wing; he came in the radiance of Paradise, and perchance thou didst turn away from him towards the sparrow who sat with tinsel on his wings. The Bird of Paradise- renewed each century- born in flame, ending in flame! Thy picture, in a golden frame, hangs in the halls of the rich, but thou thyself often fliest around, lonely and disregarded, a myth- "The Phoenix of Arabia." In Paradise, when thou wert born in the first rose, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, thou receivedst a kiss, and thy right name was given thee- thy name, Poetry.
In the beginning of my book, I put the fable of the Phoenix Bird.
The Phoenix Bird - By Hans Christian Anderson
http://www.aesopfables.com/cgi/aesop1.cgi?hca&a76
IN the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a rose bush. Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight was like the flashing of light, his plumage was beauteous, and his song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise, there fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest of the bird, which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the flames; but from the red egg in the nest there fluttered aloft a new one- the one solitary Phoenix bird. The fable tells that he dwells inArabia, and that every hundred years, he burns himself to death in his nest; but each time a new Phoenix, the only one in the world, rises up from the red egg. The bird flutters round us, swift as light, beauteous in color, charming in song. When a mother sits by her infant's cradle, he stands on the pillow, and, with his wings, forms a glory around the infant's head. He flies through the chamber of content, and brings sunshine into it, and the violets on the humble table smell doubly sweet. But the Phoenix is not the bird of Arabia alone. He wings his way in the glimmer of the Northern Lights over the plains of Lapland, and hops among the yellow flowers in the short Greenland summer. Beneath the copper mountains of Fablun, and England's coal mines, he flies, in the shape of a dusty moth, over the hymnbook that rests on the knees of the pious miner. On a lotus leaf he floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges, and the eye of the Hindoo maid gleams bright when she beholds him. The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? The Bird of Paradise, the holy swan of song! On the car of Thespis he sat in the guise of a chattering raven, and flapped his black wings, smeared with the lees of wine; over the sounding harp of Iceland swept the swan's red beak; on Shakspeare's shoulder he sat in the guise of Odin's raven, and whispered in the poet's ear "Immortality!" and at the minstrels' feast he fluttered through the halls of the Wartburg. The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? He sang to thee the Marseillaise, and thou kissedst the pen that fell from his wing; he came in the radiance of Paradise, and perchance thou didst turn away from him towards the sparrow who sat with tinsel on his wings. The Bird of Paradise- renewed each century- born in flame, ending in flame! Thy picture, in a golden frame, hangs in the halls of the rich, but thou thyself often fliest around, lonely and disregarded, a myth- "The Phoenix of Arabia." In Paradise, when thou wert born in the first rose, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, thou receivedst a kiss, and thy right name was given thee- thy name, Poetry.
Who Am I?
"Hi my name is Rose and I am an alcoholic" is how I describe myself when I am amongst my AA brothers and sisters. Or if I was at an Incest Survivor's meeting, I would say, "Hi my name is Rose, and I am an incest survivor." Or I could be called a poet, a writer, an artist, a spiritual seeker, a Certified Aromatherapist (I own an organic aromatherapy company - www.organicinfusions.com), a mother, a wife.
Yet, these do not completely describe who I am.
So, who am I? This is a question that I often ponder with God. At 43, I still do not have a complete answer.
Just as the seasons change their colors, I too change with the seasons, as I am on a journey of Change - changing from who I thought I was into who God created me to be. You could say, I am on a journey to find and live my destiny. Not sure what that is yet, but I am willing to find out. I want to change my life and not hide behind fear. As Marianne Williamson often speaks of replacing fear with love. I want that. I want love.
No - I do not want others to love me, for I have lived that life and it is empty. It is empty when I would lie, cheat, and manipulate others to get my selfish needs met. As Mother Teresa said, "We can do not great things, only small things with great love". I want to love others. I am not exactly sure what that means either, but I have felt loves light course through my soul when I reach out to others who are suffering. Mother Teresa often spoke of the heart being filled with the Spirit of God when we love others. I have felt what she meant. I have felt the presence of God stirring my soul, filling me with more love than I ever thought possible.
My prayer and hope for this blog site is to be of service to others by sharing my experience, strength, and hope. I have written a book that is not yet ready for publishing and I will share bits and pieces of it in my blog. It is a book about my life and the journey I am on that is healing me from childhood sexual abuse.
So, here is how I would describe myself today on January 1, 2010 -
My name is Rose Heart and I am in Flux.
Yet, these do not completely describe who I am.
So, who am I? This is a question that I often ponder with God. At 43, I still do not have a complete answer.
Just as the seasons change their colors, I too change with the seasons, as I am on a journey of Change - changing from who I thought I was into who God created me to be. You could say, I am on a journey to find and live my destiny. Not sure what that is yet, but I am willing to find out. I want to change my life and not hide behind fear. As Marianne Williamson often speaks of replacing fear with love. I want that. I want love.
No - I do not want others to love me, for I have lived that life and it is empty. It is empty when I would lie, cheat, and manipulate others to get my selfish needs met. As Mother Teresa said, "We can do not great things, only small things with great love". I want to love others. I am not exactly sure what that means either, but I have felt loves light course through my soul when I reach out to others who are suffering. Mother Teresa often spoke of the heart being filled with the Spirit of God when we love others. I have felt what she meant. I have felt the presence of God stirring my soul, filling me with more love than I ever thought possible.
My prayer and hope for this blog site is to be of service to others by sharing my experience, strength, and hope. I have written a book that is not yet ready for publishing and I will share bits and pieces of it in my blog. It is a book about my life and the journey I am on that is healing me from childhood sexual abuse.
So, here is how I would describe myself today on January 1, 2010 -
My name is Rose Heart and I am in Flux.
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