I’ve known St. Therese of Lisieux – the French nun – to be the saint who prays for the still sick, and commends humanity for the small acts of love they seed every day. With her, she carries the sign of a rose or flower. Occasionally, during readings with clients whom Therese resonates, she’ll step forward to extend her love and initiate her offer; she invites the client to stay open to roses coming as confirmation of her presence. When a rose turns up in an unusual place it can be taken as a sign that their prayers are being answered.
I myself, have encountered St.Therese in some unusual places. I once stumbled upon a string of roses along the ocean shore without seeing another soul in sight. It was one of the most miraculous things I’ve ever seen. Being a lover of the saints, roses, and the ocean, imagine how my inner spirit rose with elation. My imagination quickly arriving to a mother who’s carried her grief to the sea, asking it be held until she’s brought back to her child. Her gift of flowers swim in the ocean’s palms with hope to be received and returned.
There’s much I don’t know. But one thing I do know, is that prayer is always recieved and returned with God’s greatest grace.
A night not long ago, I found myself in a vivid dream, where I stood lucidly lavished in ethereal beauty. Only deep dream consciousness can awaken ones senses to this magnitude. I thought, I must be traveling the astral realm. A multitude of pink colored the night sky while waves crushed calmly in front of me. I closed my eyes to listen. ‘The ocean’s blowing roses’ I heard an angel say. Like wind whispers through trees in the dark night, I felt something mystical and magical as dozens of roses washed up against my barefeet. I stood there, on my proverbial pink cloud taking it all in. Knowing all along it was St. Therese meeting me in my dream, showering me with roses.
I woke slowly to the unfoldings around me. My boyfriends bed that faces due south, my toes pointing straight towards the sea that rises only a few blocks ahead of us. What’s beautiful is that my dream accurately reflected an elusive sense of bliss that’s caught in fragments. The moments I hold so closely as to bend them into timelessnes.
This April, I began sharing a series of mediumship sessions in larger public spaces than I’m used to. The deep gratitude I feel afterwards is a place I want to stay in forever – just like the dream. A holy gift of wonderment and healing.
Upon further review, I learned that, St.Therese is known for her simplistic approach to spiritual life, and for bringing the true beauty of heaven to earth. Thank you blessed Therese for lifting the veil. May the miracles of St.Therese be with you.🌹
Let us love, since that is all our hearts were made for. ~ St. Therese of Lisieux
Thank you for reading part of a journal I recorded after my dream into the mystic – April, 2026. I appreciate your presence here.