Spontaneous frankincense, etc.

This entry is going to be a smorgasbord…

I’ll start by telling you the interesting thing that happened this afternoon while I was writing an article for the upcoming Spring edition of Rising Times, my newsletter. (If you’re not already signed up to receive it, just click here.) I was working on a piece about essential oils and frequency, and I was talking about how the Magi brought frankincense and myrrh to Jesus as an offering, and how appropriate that was and why, when suddenly, I was aware of the powerful scent of frankincense! It wasn’t like a memory of frankincense—it was acute and very real. Only a few minutes before, I had applied the oil blend “Clarity,” which contains no frankincense—it features a pungent combination of basil, cardamom, rosemary, peppermint and some other non-frankincense-like oils. So Clarity was what was physically in my awareness as far as fragrance goes. But there it was—the unmistakable, powerful scent of frankincense! Immediately I had the impression that someone had “turned on” the frankincense area of my brain—had tuned my brain to the frequency of frankincense as some kind of message. If you read my winter issue of Rising Times, you may remember my story about the powerful fragrance of jasmine and the frequency of the angelic realm and my experience of smelling them spontaneously in a potentially dangerous situation. The spontaneous frankincense aroma gave me the impression that God In Me wanted to get my attention. I’m still trying to figure out exactly why (just because?), but not fully understanding the reason doesn’t detract from the wonder of it! But it shall, indeed, be interesting to see if I receive more insight on the incident.

I spent some time this afternoon potting up the rest of my pansies. Here on the high plains, pansies—and primroses—are about all you can safely put out at this time of the year, because the weather is so unpredictable, but oh, how I love my pansies! It was a perfect day for gardening—70 and overcast to keep it from being too hot. The weekend was perfect, too, but with lots of sun. I got the rest of my perennial beds mostly cleaned up, and all but two of my roses pruned. It’s such a thrill to see things greening up! And they’ll be greening up even more after tomorrow. There’s a blizzard just to the south and east of us, and on the fringes of it, we’re supposed to get a maximum of 4 inches. It’s already very windy and the temperature is dropping. It wasn’t easy getting used to April snow, coming from North Carolina, but as a gardener in a semi-arid climate, and in wildfire country to boot, I’ll take my moisture however it comes!

You should be getting your invitation to the joy fest in Louisiana early in the morning (Tuesday). If you’re not yet on my mailing list, consider yourself invited, and click here to see the details!

Rick is in Monterrey, California tonight. He was invited—all expenses paid—by the Hewlett-Packard rep he deals with for his job. He left this morning early and will be back tomorrow night late, but not before he spends the day at the Skip Barber Racing School! It is not something that he’d have sought out, but since they invited him, he’s going to give it a try. I told him “not to drive faster than his guardian angel can fly,” and he reminded me his angels were pretty swift, but that he’d be the one the instructors would be prodding to go faster! That’s just fine with me.

And last, the Tarheels won the NCAA Basketball Tournament tonight! It was fun to watch—very exciting. I was sorry for Rick (the big Carolina fan) that he was attending a dinner out in Monterrey that HP put on for the folks they invited on the junket, and only got to see the last few minutes of the game. Carolina dominated Illinois the whole game, even though it was close toward the end. Way to go, Carolina !