Sunday service with Rosalie Deer Heart, guest speaker
Bio: My name is Rosalie Deer Heart. I was born intuitive. Love, intuition, communication, creativity, joy, healing and service are woven into my soul purpose. Energy is my first language. For me, energy is information. Love is the energy that connects dimensions. I see, feel, hear, and know as I interpret and channel energy. When I dedicated my life to serve as a resource to the Source, God took me seriously.
Rosalie’s latest book is Joy Re-Awakened, recently published.
Message from Rev. Pat Bessey:
As you read this know that I am enjoying vacation! A special thank you to Rosie Deer Heart for speaking on Sunday.
The previous Sunday I spoke on mysticism and mystics and asked you to send me your mystical experiences. Here is one I received from Carol Holt. This is the email I received:
As I have been reading Rosie’s book I have been prompted to write about what I remember of my mystical experiences. I’m sure I’m not the only one but everyone has their own unique experience.
What I have attached is a second draft.
You are the first person to ever ask, so thank you for your indulgence.
Carol
Per Pat Bessey’s request I’m writing about some more profound mystical experiences. There have been too many to count but three stand out as having sustained me in dark times.
The first encounter frightened me as it was totally unexpected and outside my frame of reference. I was in bed in a front second-floor room of my in-laws’ home in Lamoine. I think I was alone. The first sensation was the bed was spinning in a large room that on reflection resembled a Turkish Mosque, with mosaic tile walls, floor, and ceiling although what was up or down was unclear. I think I ended up on the floor. The room was filled with overwhelming power and I felt very vulnerable.
The message or demand was to take my place in the world. I was married to a minister and had been taking my cues from him. It was as if I was being told to honor my own thoughts and experiences and not be looking for truth from another person but from spirit within. I was frightened pleading for the spirit to leave as I crawled back into bed covering my head.
In this period of my life we were living in Becket, MA. The local library provided me with books by request. I chose books from various reading/bibliographies that I found in Christian Century. The ones that stand out are Pilgrims Progress, The Confessions of Saint Augustine, Pascal’s Penses, and William James’s The Varieties of Religious Experience.
A second mystical experience happened again in an upstairs front bedroom of my in-laws’ home, this time in Pittsfield, MA. My husband was asleep to my left. I awoke to see a transparent figure of light at the foot of the bed. My intuition told me it was Jesus looking much like the image on the Shroud of Turin. Communication was telepathic. I wanted to wake my husband but was told no, that he was there for me. The rest is vague as I felt as if I was either picked up like a lost sheep or that the spirit passed through my body filling me with peace and going back to sleep. It was so vivid and memorable it was more than a dream. I remember being joyful that it was all true.
My experiences and reading led me to start reading my Bible by trying to get inside the head of the author, to see through the writer’s eyes and heart. It was in this mindset that I was reading Romans 3:28 and I was stopped in my tracks. As I read the words that essentially told me God’s love for me was unconditional and “quite apart” from my ability to keep the law, I was filled with the presence of unconditional love, like fire. I was speechless but remembered uttering something unintelligible. There were no adequate words.
Sadly, I was in a circumstance where it didn’t feel safe at the time to talk about it. My first foray into going public was sharing the Psalm I wrote during a time of conflict that felt like it was given from outside myself.
Since then my life has been turned inside out as I had need to reinvent myself more than once. Underneath it all I knew something that appeared to be lost on much of the world; not that I am better but that I have a resource that keeps me sane in turbulent times. At bottom I know that I don’t need all the answers, but that I can trust the process. I’m done with hand wringing and look forward to seeing what happens next.
Thank you, Carol! If you have an experience you are willing to share, please send to me.
FYI…if you are planning to take the Spiritual Exploration class please register, even though you have let me know you’re taking the course…this is important for easy administration going forward.
You are a blessing in my life,
Rev. Patricia Bessey
Labyrinths are ancient geometric figures. One leaves one’s worries and stress at the entrance and walks meditatively to the middle. As one walks to the center she/he becomes centered within her/himself, calmer, and more grounded. 
