I am listening and paying attention. Sometimes though I need a neon sign or its equivalent to receive a message from my God, Goddess, Guides. So this time it took five times for Spirit to show up with a message of protection and inspriration for me.
I do consider myself ecumenical in my beliefs and I tend to color outside the box. I believe Spirit moves in many ways and comes to us with information and guidance in many forms when we need it. But this is the first time a Patron Saint of the Catholic Church has paid me a visit.
The Song of Bernadette
A couple of weeks ago my father said that he watched “an old movie,” The Song of Bernadette,” an academy award-winning film from 1943. My father watches a lot of old movies and does not feel compelled to tell me about every one that he watches. But he told me if I had not seen it, I would enjoy it. He thought so because Bernadette “saw” things; she had “different” experiences from others- spiritual experiences that were often disbelieved. “Anyway,” he says, “Watch if it you get a chance.”
Holy Water on the Internet
I told him that I thought I had recently read something about her. Perhaps it was from an order I received from a Catholic Gift Shop in Lourdes, France. I do order Holy Water from Lourdes. I keep some at home and at the Boutique/Studio. I place drops of it in my Ceremonial Smudge Mist that also includes white sage essential oil and other essential oils as well. Don’t ask me how I came to purchase Holy Water from France except to say, I found it on the internet. When I went to the Studio I looked on my bookcase where I thought I would find the mailer and I found nothing.
Last week I cleared out the storage closet at the Studio and found a bag of items I had put out of the way when we last rearranged the place. I pulled out item after item I had been looking for, and lo and behold, there in the bag was a prayer card from Lourdes depicting St. Bernadette. Good. I was not loopy. I had heard of her; she had crossed my path. The day got busy and I left the cards on the table.
Dis-eased and with Poverty Mentality
Tuesday and Wednesday I did not feel so well. I was physically and emotionally fatigued so I stayed home, as in, hunkered down desperate to rejuvenate from the holidays, errr… from 2017. And I have had a difficult time finding my groove- my work groove, my intuitive groove, my lifestyle groove.
By Thursday I felt better. I began my work, fully aware I was NOT feeling motivated. Wondering to myself, “What is it going to take to get my mojo back?” At that moment I smelled an overwhelmingly pungent aroma of roses- really strong. Maybe lilacs? No, definitely roses. So aromatic that I was convinced the scent was artificial. I went downstairs to see if my sister-in-law who has moved in below me, was using something chemical to clean with, or perhaps she lit a candle. Anyway, she opened the door, I smelled nothing and instantly knew that the floral bouquet was from the other side. I began to cry. I didn’t know what the message was or why but still, it was a powerful moment. I was aware that scent messages can come from Spirit and in time I can usually sort these other-worldly things out.
Googling a Saint
Today I am at the boutique/studio. There on the table where I left it is the St. Bernadette prayer card. Curious, I googled her. That’s what we do now, right? What did I find out? She was a mystic, a seer and after her death the Catholic Church declared her a Saint. Patron Saint of illness, people ridiculed for their piety, poverty, shepherds and shepherdesses
…on Thursday, February 11, 1858, fourteen-year-old Bernadette was sent with her younger sister and a friend to gather firewood, when a very beautiful lady appeared to her above a rose bush in a grotto…
She was told by the beautiful lady to drink the water from the muddy spring and afterward, the water became clear. Reportedly, many miracles have taken place in those waters since. The beautiful lady she saw in her visions was the Virgin Mary. You can read about it at Catholic Online.
I get it. She came as Spirit to offer me comfort and protection when my physical body was weak and my emotional state, while in a fog of worry over finances, caused my inability to focus on my work, which is sometimes ridiculed as way too woo-woo.
Guess what? I’m Back and feeling re-energized!
Thank you Bernadette Soubirous. I am so honored to be in your mystic midst.