IN THIS Department will be given interpretations of dreams and visions of those needing to know their inner meaning. We reserve for it only those of special interest and helpfulness.

SOMETIME ago, while meditating and praying and longing for understanding of my being and of the lessons that I was studying, I suddenly found myself in a garden that was in the center of my physical body, in the depths of my inner consciousness. I was very conscious of it being within me.

This garden was filled with the most exquisitely beautiful and perfect roses; these roses were all so infinitely perfect that every stem, leaf and thorn, as well as the full bloom of each was far beyond any description my mortal mind could picture. The soil in which they grew was also intensely fertile and alive, almost vibrant with cleanliness and purity. Not another thing in this garden but just these wondrously perfect roses.

The color of the roses were of such brilliantly beautiful shades and the petals of such a delicate velvety texture that it is impossible to describe them so another could begin to realize their glorious perfection. They were nearly the size of a saucer, but not quite.

This garden of roses was laid off in sections with paths between them. In the first row of each section they were a dazzling white; then a powerful red that I do not know how to describe; then a white and then the most glorious cerise pink; then white and then a lighter pink.

I went into this garden and was in raptures with its marvelous beauty and fragrance. The fragrance was so sweet and gentle that it seemed to carry me along the paths between the sections without any effort of my own. All the time while I was thus being wafted along and so very happy, yet I was not wholly happy, for I was conscious of the great desire of my soul for wisdom and understanding which I seemed to be unable to acquire. Yet while I was supremely happy with all this beauty and glory, I seemed to be hunting diligently in every section of this garden for a large yellow rose, which I felt should be in every section, and there was not a single one there.

I finished the entire garden and was sad even in my joy, that I had not found any yellow roses. I turned into the central path that led through the entire garden and was going through the center with the intention of continuing to the end and then on out to hunt some yellow roses for my garden as perfect as those that were there of other colors, and was just about halfway of the central path, when—lo!—Christ Himself stood before me and blocked the path!

I stopped and looked into His face, and He looked sad. I was afraid and did not speak, but was longing with a great desire to ask Him for the YELLOW ROSES for my garden, but I could not say a word. Then the vision of Christ all vanished, leaving me with an aching heart to know why I could not speak or still did not have the wisdom and understanding that I so desire. Can you help me?

THE garden was the garden of your soul in which you have grown all the qualities symbolized by the different colored roses. White symbolizes purity; the different shades of red the warm, rich traits of character gained from trials and suffering; pink is the ripening of the love-nature. But yellow symbolizes wisdom and understanding that your soul knew it needed to round out and perfect its nature.

In response to your seeking, Christ, the Lord of your garden, appeared, and had He spoken, He probably would have said,

“Why seek ye wisdom? Is it for self’s satisfaction or self glorification? Why make ye that first, when I commanded you to seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, when all else would be added? Am I not the Lord of your garden? Then why did ye not come to Me and ask Me for wisdom, that its flowers might grow in your garden? Think ye that I could not have given it as well as the roses and the other colors?”

This was undoubtedly a soul experience granted to show you that real wisdom can come only through Christ, through making the following and serving of Him first—above every other desire. For when you turn within and find and know Him, He will teach you all things and lead you unto all truth.

THE other night a soul, recently passed on, knelt at my bedside before the light was out, and it came to me who it was. When I turned out the light, I could still see it as a substance moving. I addressed it, explaining what I thought was troubling—that it had crossed the line called death, and for it to strive to adjust itself to this new condition. But after I dropped off to sleep this entity tried to enter my body through the top of my head, and I had quite a struggle to drive it out and away from me. On awakening I still saw it at my left, and I was very conscious of the condition of my head. I kindly but more forcibly said, “You have no right to enter my body, and you must leave me and go about your business.” I then protected myself mentally and returned to sleep.

This party was not very closely associated with me in our earthlife. But I figured I was about her only friend who was receptive. Her religious training was Catholic. I am not in the least alarmed about this situation. All I wish is a better understanding.

Your experience shows what you are up against when you become such a sensitive channel. Your consciousness is then open to any entity good or bad that comes near, unless you put around you a strong protective thought-wall and at once turn to and place yourself positively under the direction of your God Self. He will then take charge and tell you just what to do.

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