This beautiful nun promised to go down and take a shower of roses before she died at a very young age. The more you learn about St. Teresa, the more I realize that she has the opportunity to communicate with us, even to communicate with the saints of heaven. He brings roses to those who ask for help.
St. Tracy of Lisia, known as the Little Flower and St. Teresa, has written the world’s most widely read psychedelic books, History of the Soul. He signed the manuscript at the French Consulate in Carmel, where he died of tuberculosis. His profession was love, and his mission was to teach him the little ways of the soul. At the time of his death, he asked God to allow him to spend his land on earth, doing good until the end of the world. He also announced that “after my death I will take a shower of roses” and promised that “I will come down”.
You have witnessed the presence of St. Teresa. The experience was probably subtle, as he practiced small ways to teach souls to love the Lord. I was secretive in her little ways, amazed at her presence and the gift of gifts. It is a great blessing to know this beautiful saint, and I am honored that she is the one I have chosen as my patron saint when she was ordained years ago in the Catholic Church.
I consider treasure the little ways he communicated with me. My first impression was of St. Theresa when a small child was looking at her picture. She was such a beautiful nun that she clung to the crucifixion and was a rose with the veil of her custom, covering her face. This picture hung in Lillian’s living room, where I spent many hours with many children. She was a baby who was more of a grandmother to me. I lost my father and grandmother at the age of four, and Lilia was more than filled with the emptiness of my life. He absolutely adored and spoiled me. She and her husband also revered in me prayer and devotion.
Certainly, St. Teresa always followed me. At the age of 12, I chose him as my patron saint because of that beautiful image. I look forward to being 36 years old, and I am trapped in a frightening and destructive marriage of sociopathy. I don’t know how to turn around, and depression and sadness overwhelm me. At this point, I spoke to a colleague who was also a psychologist, and he informed me that I had a spiritual guide. He described her as a woman with dark hair. I had no idea who this spiritual guide might be, but I asked him who he was and asked him to help me.
I returned to my office, where I was alone at my desk, and began to pray for help. I had a pencil in my hand and a yellow tablet on my desk. My prayers were for help because I did not know which way to turn. My life was so hopeless, with no prospect of escape. As I prayed silently, I noticed the movement of my pencil. Then I was surprised when that pencil began to gently slide the tablet. Words appeared that I will never forget. Lousy World Better Love Now:
We are moving fast for another ten years, and I am very happy to be married to a wonderful man. We are in Los Angeles, working on the “North” earthquake. One Sunday we went on vacation, and he drove me to the Levi’s Bazaar in Rose Bowl. As we looked up and down the walls of that parking lot, my eyes fell on the beautiful image of St. Theresa. Now, twenty years later, it’s hanging in my bedroom, and I’m still amazed that I found it in the St. Teresa’s Rose Cup, no less.
I did not find the presence of St. Teresa until years later. After I started my personal search for the truth of the soul. That journey began when I was about 43 years old, and I picked up the Bible that Lilia had given me, and I read it many times. My study was based on this intensive study of the Bible, including apocryphal books and lost old manuscripts. I read books on Kabbalah, Oriental mysticism, Zohar’s and Ung’s theories. To my surprise, I found Western mysticism.
I grew up in a Catholic church, but I had no idea we had Western mysticism. I admired St. Theresa of Avila, St. John of the Cross, and was amazed by St. Theresa of Lycia.
I found St. Therese in her History of the Soul. He was always with me, and I hadn’t noticed before. While reading this book, I came across his dying days when I told him how the pen he was writing with became very heavy. He finished his last words with a pencil. Yes, yes, I knew him then.
Our relationship has continued to grow, and I am amazed at the roses I find on the road and silently realize the help and guidance of my wonderful St. Theresa.
During a recent trip to Chicago, I admired the Rose Water Tower in my hotel room in Rosemet, Illinois. I knew that St. Teresa and Mary Magdalene would greet me when I arrived.
Theresa leads me in the right direction in searching for the truth about the mysteries of the Bible. He answered my questions about the mysterious Mariam Magdalena and her relationship with him. It shines a new light on biblical stories and old people. He brings answers that complete the story. St. Teresa inspired me.
St. Teresa wrote her manuscript while the pencil fell out of her hand. The last words he wrote were “… through trust and love.” The book was first published in France and was published in 1898 under the title Histoire d’une Ame. It quickly became a popular classic for millions of people and was translated all over the world. Teresa was born on January 2, 1973 and died on September 30, 1897 at the age of 24.
I believe St. Teresa still leads my pencil. I have no doubt, but that St. Teresa can go down and down. He shocks those who can see with his roses.