Brilliant Women

There were brilliant women who posted in my group. Dan Brown and his wife trolled out groups and borrowed our rosy line.

Jon

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Rose Symbolism

• knooruddin@visto.com

  I wanted to share some rosey themed items with you and ask what you all guess is the meaning of the symbol of the rose. When I was a girl and learning to say

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  I wanted to share some rosey themed items with you and ask what you
  all guess is the meaning of the symbol of the rose. When I was a
  girl and learning to say a “rosary” I learned it was a spiritual
  bouquet of roses offered up to Mary (Mother of Jesus), in
  rememberence of what she and Jesus and Joseph had to go through in
  their lives. There is a lot of mystery surrounding rosaries. People
  have claimed to see them turn to gold and dance in their hands.
  People in deep meditation or prayer with Mary in mind are said to
  smell the fragrance of roses (this actually did happen to me a few
  times). And Mary is said to have loved roses, or that those were her
  favorite flower.Can someone tell me who the symbol became to inclusive in the POS,
  KT, Masonry, Rosicrucians, etc.? In the meantime, here are some
  poetry about roses (one being the poetry of the most recent Seattle
  earthquake as a picture created in sand). When I saw the sand
  picture, my first response was “Alhamdulillah! Even in earthquakes
  is a sign that God has created a perfectly ordered Universe!*****
  In Dreams of Evening Roses
  By
  Karen Ann (Nooruddin)

  Copyright (c) February 27, 1997

  Faded visions cross the plains
  of consciousness and desire
  to be seen again in glory.

  Red velvet petals and fragrant
  calling to the passerby,
  “Come See! Me! The story

  of life and evolution
  budding, dew complaining
  that the sun will strike the morning.

  In afternoon comes stretching
  forth the essence full in bloom.
  No eye goes past without a yearning

  to touch, to hold, to save the
  burning of love, inspired
  and undaunted by the One Remaining

  Who leaves within the gifts
  of silent songs and poignant paintings
  of dry and crinkled beauty

  still seen by all and known to be
  that long forgotten body which
  will recall with smiling
  when the evening sun is waning.

  ******
  Here’s a short piece of poetry that a friend sent to me in 1993 or
  so. He said I inspired him to write this after discussions we used
  to have about what I call a “collective soul” and the One God; also,
  we were studying about Maryology (those groups of people who believe
  they have received messages or visions of Mary, Mother of Jesus). On
  this particular occasion I had commented on how insignificant I felt
  in comparison to the vastness of universe. My friend pointed out to
  me (I don’t know if this is true or not – you geologists will have to
  let me know) that carbon was not present at the beginning of our
  planet and it has taken a millenia to produce the nail on my thumb.

  “Look a Rose” by K.M.S.

  Thirty-seven petals overlap. They have no knowledge of their
  distinctness. Tiny beads of water glisten remembering the ocean and
  the clouds. The bud is hastening to bloom and to return itself to
  the soil in anticipation of another rose.

  Copyright (c) 1993

  *******
  And here is the URL about the rose in the sand from the Seattle
  earthquake. This was sent to me by my friend, Barbara who I have
  invited to join us on this list.

  http://www.gaelwolf.com/pendulum.html