I have always loved roses, (is there anyone who doesn’t?). They are so incredibly beautiful, so charming, and so beguiling in their pristine beauty. They captivate the observer over and over again, whether found wild on the roadside or perfectly manicured in a vase on the mantelpiece.
But there is so much more to a rose than how pretty it looks.
Its beauty is Divine. Its perfection intentional.
The colour, the heart-like shape, the sacred geometry within, all point to a force far greater than the capriciousness of fate. A blossoming rose captures the eye not by chance, but by design.
When I look at a rose through clairvoyance it is frequency. It is Source itself. The All That Is. The Creator of All. The Great Spirit. The rose is a connector to this force, it is a gateway, it is the path home. Its geometry reveals the template of universes, its fragrance sets in motion a chain reaction of memory revealing the true essence of everything. As the soft petals unfurl, they energetically open the hearts of those who pass. The existence of a rose is no accident. She is placed here strategically to remind us of our Grace.
Rose petals contain medicine. They weave the medicine of the Divine Mother into the cellular structure that creates each heartbeat. They fill the physical body with a love that stretches across time and space. The healing they gift is subtle, oft missed, but no one is untouched by it. Even in the most fleeting of encounters, a healing balm has begun to work its magic.
Where a rose garden is a mecca, a holy temple of light, a wild rose offers a sacred space between the cracks of cement.
A rose will always find her way to you, will always bring you her gifts, it is her Divine providence. A gazed-upon rose will show you your own Divine architecture, your own spiritual majesty. She will deliver to you her beauty, so that you, in return, may see your own.