The Twelve Roses of the Cross ***
This morning I woke up and Jesus was with me. Now that is strange since I am not a Christian (born again or otherwise). But there he was; projection, thought form, Son Of God…you decide.
I asked him what he thought of my latest idea; ”The Twelve Roses of the Cross”. We would create a garden with twelve beautiful rose bushes; each a different color to symbolize a particular aspect of Mastery. There would be a pink rose bush for Self Love (the very first), a yellow rose bush for Forgiveness, a white rose bush for Purity…you get the idea. The last rose bush would be purple for Compassion and alignment with the Divine.
At each bush people would stop, open their hearts, and meditate on the message. The good news is Jesus would be waiting at the end of the garden, to put his arms around each person, and give them a big hug.
Between you and me, he really liked the idea! He felt it was a lot more appropriate than having people work themselves into a frenzy about crucifixion, blood and those kinds of things. Especially the children; he wants so bad that we not expose the children to that stuff. If we feel we need to do this, he wont interfere, but honestly, it breaks his heart.
We talked a little about how to publicize our new endeavor and we decided we better keep a low profile. He was particularly concerned that The Twelve Roses of the Cross not become the foundation of a new religion that forced its adherents to circumambulate the garden. He told me the last thing he wanted was for the children to be forced to put on stiff clothes and stare somberly at the rose bushes while some guy in black intoned his name!
But you should have seen the smile on his face when he envisioned each of us finally making it to that last bush! I don’t think there is a greater gift which anybody could possibly give him; no cathedral, no Hallelujah Chorus, no fundraiser…nothing even close.
And all this before my morning coffee.
I hope He comes back tomorrow.