Love One Another.

Wednesday, I was taking a break from work to run my little dog Jack, to Wendy’s for a cheeseburger. (Yes, he’s a tad spoiled but that’s another story). When I leaned over to unlock the car door, I felt a concentrated breeze pull together and shoot right up my nose.

god-listenings

I was popping through some of my old writing and I found the following recount of an experience I had back in 2008.  I post this as a reminder that we are ALL special to God and if we are open to receiving signs, they absolutely do come in all forms.

There is never a time, place or situation where all of heaven are not present in our lives. We are most definitely not alone.

PS:  I left the card reading that went with this story knowing full well I’m meant to leave it so it will speak to one of you the way it’s supposed to.
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The following is the true account of an experience I had on Wednesday, April 2, 2008.

Wednesday, I was taking a break from work to run my little dog Jack, to Wendy’s for a 1655_107595240572_1161_ncheeseburger. (Yes, he’s a tad spoiled but that’s another story). When I leaned over to unlock the car door, I felt a concentrated breeze pull together and shoot right up my nose.

The aroma? Roses.

I giggled with delight!

In that same moment I swirled around, nose to the air, giggling and sniffing like a lunatic. I was breathing in pure and utter joy. I knew what the roses were, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t jumping to conclusions. (It’s spring-time and it could have been trees blooming nearby.)

But it wasn’t. No blooms anywhere.

I giggled some more and did a little dance right by my car.

The aroma of roses is just one of the signs The Blessed Mother uses to signal Her presence. I’ve smelled it many times before.

Typically, like yesterday, it’s when I least expect it or I need it the most.

I stopped and silently said these words; “I know. ‘Mary’s in the wind.’ Hello Mary! Thank you so much! I love you!”. I giggled some more.

Two seconds later I was in the car, carrying on with the tasks of the day.

Wednesday (the same night), I had the following dream:

“I am in an office feeling very VERY disgruntled and oppressed. Former colleagues and co-workers are milling about and I wonder why I am STILL here. I’m waiting for someone to tell me it’s my time to leave. I am impatient. I pace up and down the aisles just filling time. Finally, I receive word it’s time for me to go. I am to go find a particular Doctor and escort him. I have no idea who or where, but I leave to go find him.

I cross the threshold and step into another dimension. I am in a foreign country that feels “old worldly”, but this isn’t important to me. I am put out because I have to find the Doctor and no one bothered to tell me who or where he is.

I make my way up a crowded street, notice a huge group of people and I fall into line with them. I realize enough to know this is the line where I will find the Doctor. I follow the crowd up a grassy hill to a church-like structure.

“So many people”, I think to myself.

I hear someone say, “Pope John Paul II was supposed to be here too but he could not make it.”

I mutter to myself, “Yeah. That’s because he died. Awww. I always loved him. He was such a kind soul”.

I keep step with the crowd. We are moving forward at a pretty fast pace.

When I reach the point I can see it’s almost my turn, I can see I’m in the front part of a very old church. The architecture is fabulous. In the left corner, a girl stands at a card table. People go to her, she hands them their tickets and they go inside. I feel slightly uneasy. I know there is no ticket for me and I am not sure the girl will understand that I’m only there to find the Doctor. Will she even speak English?

When it’s my turn, all of the people vanish and it’s just she and I alone. I am thinking she will not have a ticket for me because I am certainly not on her list. I don’t even know what event I’d been in line for. I was only looking for the Doctor.

She picks up her pad, writes something, tears it off and hands it to me. My eyes lift to meet hers.

I recognize her instantly and crumble to my knees in humble tears.

“Oh my God. It’s YOU! You KNOW me? I cannot believe you remember me!”

(I support myself by holding her forearms and she is leaning over me slightly trying to bring me back up. She doesn’t want me to kneel before her.)

She says, “Oh course I remember you. We all do. We know you by name.”

I respond, “No no no. This place is reserved for special people. I’m not special. This is a mistake”. I’m crying…so shocked…so dumb-founded.

In a moment, I regain enough composure to catch site of the paper she’s handed me. It is a prescription slip from a Doctor’s prescription pad. I feel relieved. I know the Doctor’s name is imprinted on the paper. I’ll be able to read it and then be on my way to find him. I bring it up to my face to read, still holding onto Vicka for support.

I am awestruck again. This time I fall to my knees and bury my head beneath my hands.

“Oh my God, my GOD!!”, I begin to sob, “My NAME. My NAME is here and it is spelled right”.

I look at the page and my name is written, “B, Bobbe Crouch”. I begin to sob again.

Overcome, I rise to my feet and start to back away from the dear girl. I tell her, “No. I am not special enough to be here. I know what this place is. This is not my place!”

She raises her hand to beckon me forward, but she doesn’t approach me.

She says, “Yes. Yes, you ARE meant to be here. Come. Come. She still knows you by name. She loves you. We love you.”

I say, “No. No. I can’t go in there. Only the Holiest of Holy are allowed to be present. I am not worthy of it”.

She giggles and takes my hand. “Yes. You are. Let’s go ask Her. Let Her tell you Herself”.

I can barely breathe.

We step across the threshold of a packed Cathedral-like structure. I am so humbled and embarrassed and overcome with emotion. She leads me to the front, where I see another familiar face. It’s Mirjana about to have an apparition.

“I cannot be here. Why is she facing me? She shouldn’t be facing ME?”, thoughts just flood my brain faster than I can process them.

I am remembering ALL of the times I’d been present at the Marian conferences, when one of the visionaries experienced an apparition -ONLY the very ill and very Holy were invited to be present in the room. Yet, here I was and she was facing me about to speak directly TO me.

“I’m not special. I’m not worthy.”

Vicka whispers, “Oh yes you are. Our Lady loves you and She’s called for you especially.”

I can’t remember what happened next other than to say there was a dialogue and a long one. I woke up saying the “Glory Be” but I didn’t remember why until I got up and went down for coffee with Charlie.

When I remembered the dream I sat down on the couch and bawled my eyes out. Then I remembered smelling the roses the afternoon before the dream. OMG. I had completely forgotten that.

“I’ve come full circle. It’s time”. “B, Bobbe Crouch….that means: BE Bobbe Crouch! OMG”.

Yesterday I felt a peace I’ve not felt in a long while. Most of you are about to find out that my roots with the angels began with a journey I took with The Blessed Mother twenty years ago. Lately I’ve been feeling an inner pull to begin to talk more specifically about it, but I’m such a good human, I’ve been waiting for a certified letter from heaven giving me specific instructions on the where, when and how”. HA!

Yesterday, I came to the office and got on the web and did a search on Medjugorje. I wanted to find photos of the two women in my dream, so I could confirm for myself, what I all ready knew. Vicka and Mirjana are two of the six children (who are not children any more) to whom the Blessed Mother began appearing in 1981. The apparitions continue to this day; though for some of them, it’s no longer daily, but an annual occurence.

I went to the official website and not only found my proof, but I also found this:

“Our Lady has also been appearing to Mirjana on the 2nd of each month since August 2, 1987 for the express purpose of praying for all unbelievers. Mirjana tells us that it is very important that all of us pray for the unbelievers in the world, who are defined as those who do not yet know God’s love.”

Wednesday was the 2nd of April.

I’m going to end here with the promise that I’ll start explaining all this soon. In the meantime realize that we are all receiving signs at this time. It’s up to us to pay attention and to have enough courage to listen and act.

Before you ask me, yes. The Blessed Mother I speak of here is the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus, Mother of ALL. Her message to the World is NOT just for Christians. Her message has always been one of love. She wants us all to find our faith and return to loving God and to loving one another.

This isn’t about organized religion at ALL. It’s about the conversion of souls. It’s all about LOVE.


From The Angels:

enchantment Enchantment: Recapture your childlike sense of wonder and awe. View the world as a magical place.

Remember when you were a child and how magical the world seemed? The sense of enchantment is the spirit of our inner child. Somewhere along the way, did you lose that sense of wonder?

The angels ask you to recapture your magical sense by remembering that a miraculous power surrounds you. Ask God and the angels to help you with anything (small or large). Don’t worry-you aren’t removing angels from “more important”tasks when you ask for their help with everyday situations. They truly want to support you so that you are free of worries. In that way, you exude the joy and wonder of children who trust that they are taken care of. And when you are joyful, your Divine light inspires everyone who sees you.

power Power: You now allow yourself to express your power. Being powerful is safe for you, knowing that you express your power with love.

You have all of the power of your Creator within you! All the power of Divine love, wisdom, and intelligence is available to you. You have the spiritual power to see angels and the future. You have intellectual power to tap in to the universal wisdom of the One Mind. You have emotional power to empathize with others, and physical power that is truly unlimited.

The angels ask you to give them any fears you may have connected with being a powerful person. Your angels see a quiet and beautiful aspect of your true power, stemming from the only power in the universe: Divine love. Allow yourself to shine with this radiant love so that your true power can radiate out into the world in miraculous ways.

image Archangel Micheal: This powerful archangel is with you right now. He gives you courage and helps release you from the effects of fear.

Through this card, Archangel Michael is making his presence known to you. He is the symbol of true courage, stemming from knowing that God’s love is the only power there is. Michael is letting you know that, as you make changes in your life and as you encounter challenges, you are safe and secure. God and the angels help you stay true to yourself during trying times.

Have heart-to-heart discussions with Michael often. Pour out all of your concerns to him. Don’t worry about overburdening him. Michael, like all of the archangels, is able to be with everyone simultaneously who needs him. He has no limitations of time or space,so he can help you and others concurrently.

(The cards I use in all of my readings are by Doreen Virtue, Healing with the Angels ©1999, Hay House)

 

Dearest Lord,

Help me to remember that there is never a time or place where you are not present with me. Help me to remember that you know the contents of my heart without my having to do a thing. Open my eyes and my heart to receive you better and to increase my faith more. Prompt me to open up and talk with you more. I know your grace is there.

Through you, I can do all things. Nothing is impossible.

Thank you so much for all that you do for me, seen and unseen.

I love you.

Amen

Author: Bobbe

I'm just a person. I've been a mystic sharing inspirational experiences and stories my entire life. This blog is a personal experiment in self reflection and expression with a few recipes sprinkled in for good measure. (I've always got something cooking!)

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