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A Divine Visitor

April 12, 2020

I read Paramahansa Yogananda’s Autobiography of a Yogi in 1995. It remains the most important Spiritual text of my life. I loved it the moment I started reading it.

Yogananda got me with his humor; his constant poking fun at himself and his hilarious stories.

Yogananda made me feel, flawed as I am, that I have every right to walk a Spiritual path, to meditate, and to seek guidance from celestial beings. I took Yogananda’s two year at-home “How to Meditate” lessons, which help me to this day.

My first meditation altar had a statue of the Divine Mother at Lourdes, which I loved because she had roses for shoes; I’d hung photographs of the gurus, kept fresh flowers and candles, and variously add crystals or shells or whatever item I felt had a “vibe.”

After I’d been meditating a year or so, I was inspired to make a Christmas wreath for Jesus. I bought a dozen gorgeous red and pink roses and sat at my altar as I strung them with thread. I attached a large sparkly bow, hung a little star at the bottom of the wreath, and when I was satisfied with my beautiful offering, hung it around my Jesus image.



After taking a few photographs I left my house. I returned home after a few hours, and went straight to my altar, which was in my bedroom.

The moment I entered my bedroom the hair on the back of my neck stood up. “I’ve been robbed,” I thought! Oh my God! I could feel someone had been in my room. The room was alive with the electricity of another person’s presence. I quickly looked around to see what had been stolen. I ran all over the little cottage but could find nothing out of place.

I went back into my bedroom, sat on my bed, and could still feel the magnetic presence of another. There was a liveliness that filled the room, a galvanic energy that was palpable. My eyes were pulled to my altar. I squinted at my prayer book and saw, that neatly placed on top of it, was a red rose. In my mind I heard the words, “Thank you for the beautiful wreath.”

I must be hallucinating, I thought. That’s just not possible. Jesus wouldn’t come here and place a rose on my prayer book. For goodness sakes. Please, Kat, you’re nuts.

I looked at the rose and looked at the wreath. I thought a rose had simply come loose from the wreath and fallen onto the prayer book. I got out my measuring tape to prove it. I figured a rose fell from the wreath, hit the wooden altar, jumped a little in the air, and landed neatly on the book.

But after measuring half a dozen angles, I couldn’t prove how the rose had fallen so precisely because it hadn’t. I checked my wreath and not a single rose was missing.

My heart was pounding. How could this be?

I sat down on my meditation mat. I gently picked up the shining red rose and held it reverently in my hands as if it were the Holy Grail, which, for me in that moment, it was.

After a long while I accepted, that in fact, ‘someone’ had deliberately placed a red rose on my prayer book. As soon as I had that thought, the words, “Thank you,” came into my mind.

I didn’t move from that place for hours. I still have the rose. I do not know where the rose came from.

I think of myself as an unimportant person, i.e. not a big mucky muck in this world, so this gift of the rose shook me to my core.

Brother Anandamoy, a direct disciple of Yogananda’s, once told me that, “In the beginning of meditation practice, God will give you certain experiences, a sort of Divine sales pitch. To give you encouragement. To get you going on the path. But then those experiences cease, and it’s just you and silence, and that is the testing of your faith.”

After I’d known him a few years, I told Anandamoy about my red rose and he smiled.

“God finds infinite ways to reach his children,” he said. “He chooses specific ways for each that he thinks will delight them.”

Sri Daya Mata, a direct disciple of Yogananda’s and head of SRF for more than fifty years, once said, “You may have some experiences. And they are for you. Not for anyone else. Sometimes, however, you may be inwardly guided to share your experience.”

Today I was guided to share my red rose experience, and not only because it’s Eastertime and Jesus’ resurrection.

I believe we are in a never-before-in-the-history-of-Creation now-moment, that in future, will be considered the official launch of the resurrection of Gaia, her Kingdoms and Humanity to Higher Light. And that our combined prayers, meditations, visualizations, affirmations, acts of love, kindness, generosity and peace have helped bring this about.

Yogananda once said, “Don’t think the contribution made by your spiritualized consciousness is small. Your part may mean very much.”

Whatever Lightworkers, Star Seeds, Gatekeepers and Pillars are doing it’s working; so we must keep going, regardless of whatever chaos erupts “out there,” until Gaia, her Kingdoms and Humanity are fully embodying a golden Nova Earth, a pristine clean, sparkling, Divinely restored world, where all are Light-bodied, free, and celebrating our return to happy perfection.

Happy Easter,
xo, Kat



Source: Golden Age of Gaia