A Little Rose Movie To Enjoy

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Here are two movies of my garden, my roses and my bees.  You even get a photo of my 11 year old in one of them and a humming bird drinking from my fountain!


April Aronoff

She of the Rose and the Bee

She of the Rose and the Bee 1/27/18 Transmissions

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It begins in silence as I prepare to Oracle.  A Star has entered me.  “The Star of Siriuis,” I think, which is where the Sisters of the Rose are from.  Or maybe it is the Rose Star Chakra (the 8th Chakra), or the **Rose Star Goddess Herself.  This Star merges with me, and a download of codes begin to happen.  I am not sure what information this holds, only that it is happening.  And then the Star morphs into the Bee and I realized the Bees are the Star; they are the **Merkabah.  I have taken the Bees DNA into my own, as I have the Rose and the Dragon.  These 3 entities are why I have taken the Priestess name “Bee Dragon Rose” and now call myself “She of the Rose and the Bee.”  I see bright, pink, electric Star light as part of the medicine that will heal the bees.  Light from the stars.  And it is not just the Bees that we must heal, but the humans that harm them.


I have roses in my spine and run honey down my crown chakra.  This has become a regular part of how I Oracle.  The Roses in my spine become rainbow colored and the honey takes on a rainbow tinge.  I can feel the Star in me.  It radiates light into all of my cells, similar to the process of **Transfiguration I learned so many years ago.  The Rainbow is alchemy and a doorway to what is next, although what is next is also what is now.  It all starts NOW.  The Bees come in while this is happening.  I have seen them in 5D and they are huge!  Like giant insects.  Perhaps things are reversed on that plane, where they are large and we as spirits are small.  I send the Bees Rainbow Star Energy for healing. 


I begin to see my past lives as a Rose Sister, protecting the sacred knowledge and wisdom of the Rose during dangerous times, and all the trauma I endured in this process.  I speak to my past Rose selves, the parts of me that hid, been tortured, or had just plain suffered for the knowledge I was protecting.  And I call these lost parts back to myself with LOVE, reassuring them that my body is now a safe space for them to be.  For when we experience trauma a part of our soul leaves, and this can occur across lifetimes, and accumulate until present day.  I ask these lost parts to join me, to return, to not be afraid, for the time is NOW to bring the Rose wisdom back into the world.  Humanity is ready to receive it.  I declare that all contracts made across all lifetimes BE DONE.  Contracts I made to be small, unnoticed, as I needed to exist this way in order to protect the Rose.  I see these contracts and are many.  And I burn them and dissolve their ashes.  And I burn the karma sticks associated with these contracts and dissolve their ashes.  This is both a relief and empowering.  Then The Christed Master and Archangeal Michael come and carry them away. 

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I am the Star again, sending the Bees healing energy.  This goes to a Bee Web around the planet, where Bees all around Gaia are sent Star healing energy en masse.  I feel a giant rush go straight to my Pineal Gland; activating it, softening it, plumping it up.  We are so hard on our bodies, living in the harsh environment that is 2018.  So much calcification, degradation and hardening of the power points in the body.  I sit in this energy of my Pineal Gland until I gently pull myself out of it.    

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I have been seeing my Black Dragon self along with The Black Madonna.  When I ask my **local teacher about this connection she tells me the Black Madonna is the energy of Mary, embedded deep within the Earth, just as the Dragons are embedded deep within the Earth.  This resonates with every fiber. 

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I am again The Star.  A Star with honeycomb and tiny roses inside.  As I run energy I plug my **Alta Major Chakra into Creator and the Star Sirius, and a large download of information comes in from the Akashic Record Keeper of the Rose (the record keeper of all the lifetimes of the Sisters of the Rose).  Again I don’t know what this information is, just that it comes.  I let myself sit in this Star Energy, feeling the pain of the Bees, and I send a wave of healing energy to the Bees that live in my wall.  I continue to sit in this Star Energy, which is high and bright and vibrant, and I feel the tip of the Star lead my crown chakra up and up, higher and higher, pulling me up, until the Rose Mothers reach down and kiss my forehead.  The Rose Mothers are an amalgam of Mother Mary, Kuan Yin, and Tara, and likely other Goddesses who embody the Mother Energy.  The Rose Angels come and do the same.  Then I go down, down, into the Earth, deep into Gaia, until I became one with my Black Dragon self and the Black Madonna.  I am told that grounding this way into Gaia facilitates a hive connection to every living thing that She creates all over the planet.  Then the Star energy goes out sideways, to all benevolent humans who also wish to connect this way.  Star connection to Source, Gaia, and Humanity.  We are all our own Hive Consciousness.  We are all our own Star.  We are all complete within ourselves.  Then I run beautiful, liquid golden honey down my crown.  I am told that this is so healing to the body and the cells,  and when we do this and call the lost parts of our souls back, they will stick.

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April Aronoff/Bee Dragon Rose

“She of the Rose and the Bee”

Photography by April Aronoff

**The Rose Star Goddess is a Goddess in and of Herself, who works with the energy of the Rose.  She is also linked with all of the Goddess energies that make up the Divine Feminine.

**The Merkabah is a sacred geometry symbol that is a combination of two star tetrahedrons.  One  points up to the heavens, channeling energy down from the cosmos, while the other points down, drawing energy up from the Earth. This symbol can be activated around your body, and is a pathway for connection with the Divine.  www.patinkas.co.uk

**Transfiguration is the Shamanic process of radiating light.  This light begins deep within the self, filling all cells and radiating outward.  This healing light can be directed towards specific people, places, or the world generally.

**My local teacher is Marguerite Rigoglioso of Seven Sisters Mystery School.  www.sevensistersmysteryschool.com

**The Alta Major Chakra is an energy center based at the back of the skull, in the brain stem.   It is referred to as “The Mouth of the Goddess” and “The seat of Consciousness.” The Alta Major branches out into the brain and has roots reaching down the spine into the root chakra, where it disperses throughout the body.  It allows Shakti energy to ignite and flow down the spine, and is known as a portal to the Divine.  It is also connected to the third eye, and I suspect, the Pineal Gland. http://www.mauratorkildsoncoaching.com

She of the Rose and the Bee

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Hello Community.  Just to give you a little background, I am an Oracle, and a Priestess of the Bees and the Rose.   I come from the lineage of the **Sisterhood of the Rose.  I currently have around 50 Rose Bushes and one Bee Hive that moved into my garden last Summer Solstice.  I have been steeping deeply in both of these energies.  I wish to begin sharing with you the transmissions I am receiving.

 The knowledge I am sharing here I acquired across several oracle sessions.   

I have been sitting under my hive and feeling the vibration of my bees.  Their buzzing and hum makes such a strong signature over my crown chakra, and I keep seeing the **Flower of Life in the signature that they leave.  It weaves its way in such circular motions it becomes a part of me.  I begin to think that the bees are energetically drawing the Flower of Life everywhere they go, but then it hits me.  The Bees are the Flower of Life.  The living embodiment here on Earth.

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More information comes my way.  I see that each part of The Flower of Life represents a different dimension.  Thus, all dimensions are connected, and all life forms throughout space and time.  Each person also has their own Flower of Life within us.  We can be missing parts of it, missing parts of the sacred geometry that make us complete beings.  These missing parts are soul fragments that have been lost from other lifetimes, or this lifetime because of trauma. They must be called back and healed.

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I have been working with white Roses in my spinal column, and running honey down it.  It is very powerful.  I see inside myself that I am/We are each comprised of a hexagonal hive.  Each cell has a Rose in it. The individual cells represent soul aspects of ourselves.  Some can be dark and cloudy, which means a part of our soul must be called back our healed.  Like the missing pieces of the Flower of Life, these are soul fragments that have left because of trauma.  This can occur not just from this lifetime, but any we have lived.

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The Rose, which represents the Unity Consciousness of the Divine Feminine and Masculine, becomes something so much greater when we achieve this state.  A Sacred Third that is beyond what humans have experienced, but is within our reach.

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I began to work with the Ringmaster energy from Atlantis.  This was to heal the raging anger between us.  The Ringmaster energy was once the Divine Masculine from the Brotherhood of the Rose, that became corrupted around the time Atlantis fell.  These corrupted Brothers kept the Rose Sisters captive and made them perform like circus animals.  The Brothers stole the Rose Sisters essence; their ability to heal, to produce miracles, their magic.  Atlantis was about to fall from grace, and these Brothers sold their souls to save themselves.   I went to the Ringmaster and looked him in the eye.  He was holding his whip, his whip that which each crack stole a Rose Sisters essence, to use for his own selfish purposes.  I took his whip from him and felt many soul aspects return to the Rose Sisters, myself included.  I **ho’oponoponod him and he really appreciated it.  His soul needed to be forgiven so he could evolve and move on.  My soul needed to evolve and move on as well.  The Ringmaster got down on one knee and bowed.


Then I went to see Poseidon, another Divine form of the Ringmaster energy.  Poseidon has raped many Priestesses, including Medusa, which I feel very angry about.  My Rose Dolphin and Rose Mermaid guides took me to Poseidon’s realm in the waters.   I kept saying the ho’oponopono, over and over.  I took a Rose Gold key and unlocked a door that was covered w/sea moss.  The door opened and I entered.  Such a surprise, as there were Water Fairies here!  I saw Poseidon, and he looked like his archtype, long flowing white beard and all.  I grew into a huge Rose Mermaid, thus becoming his equal.  We put our hands on each other’s heart chakras, which I was initially hesitant to do but surrendered.  We ho’oponoponod each other, until an infinity symbol appeared between our hands and hearts connecting us.  I imagined his Rose Twin flame within him as whole, his Divine Unity Consciousness growing.  He so appreciated this love!  Roses and Crystals began to grow within his realm and the Water Fairies and all Life down there began dancing.  I felt the energy of Atlantis when it was at its most pure.


I worked some more with roses in my spinal column.  This time they were white-gold, vs. just white. I ran honey down my spine.  I was told that honey is a food version of the Flower of Life, as the bees are the Flowers embodiment and honey is what bees create and eat.  Running honey down the spine allows the Flower of Life to communicate with the brain, where codes and information exist and become activated.  This can heal trauma. This experience was PURE GRACE and is our NATURAL STATE.

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My Rose Dolphin and Rose Mermaid Guides took me again to Poseidon, for more healing to be done between us.  I was in my Rose Mermaid form.  I began reciting the ho’oponopono over and over.  This time I went to an open space in the ocean.  Poseidon was there, only he was much smaller.  There was a giant clam shell with a white, iridescent pearl in it.  I looked at it and did not know what it was.  I received no information in looking and wondered if it was just a pretty object and maybe I would learn another time.  But then I put my hands on it.  My goodness!!  All my trauma around the water, all my fears, all my pain that I experienced as a Rose Mermaid and as a Rose Sister in Atlanis, was taken by this pearl.  I was told it would help me be at peace in the water again.  I was also told I could return and touch this pearl at any time, and it would help remove my pain.


Then I went to Poseidon, and we held hands across from each other.  We crossed our arms/hands so that they made an infinity symbol.  I felt so much more relaxed, and we were both reciting Ho’opono pono to each other.  I looked into his eyes.  There was so much pain there, pain over the state of the oceans and the worlds waters.  So much pain.  He told me the pearl was a gift from him to me, for healing.  I immediately went to the Web of Life around the Earths waters and sent rose pink healing light to this space.  All around, I sent this healing love to the waters, and it lit up.  Then I returned to Poseidon and he sent light blue healing light around the Earths waters.  Then Poseidon grew very big and lush sea-weed began to grow all around.  The water fairies danced.  I kissed Poseidon’s forehead and we hugged.  He needs our healing love!  The wounded Divine Masculine needs our healing love.  Then I returned.


April Aronoff

Bee Rose Dragon

**For info on The Flower of Life go to


**Ho’oponopono is the Hawaiian prayer for forgiveness. It can be very powerful. This is the prayer:

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I love you.

Thank you.

**For more information about The Sisterhood of the Rose, or the Ringmaster and the Atlantean Circus, go to


Medusa I Hear You Calling


Deep, deep, deep, pain.

So deep that only the bravest will go.

It’s hard to breath this deep.

It’s hard to move this deep.

It’s hard to just BE THIS DEEP.



I remember that I cried and wailed

and gave my pain to GAIA,

asking for re-birth again and again.

I will do this again,

and again and again.

Re-birthing, re-birthing, re-birthing,

its hypnotic rhythm a luscious siren song.


Medusa, I hear you calling.

I am awaiting your devour,

your anhilation of all that does not serve.

Chew me up and spit me out,

let all your enzymes change me.

What remains is my alchemy,

the Changeling I am to become.


New and dripping with life,

a prism of sun and liquid on a crystalline wing,

I arch my back as I await your arrival,

death and birth being one and the same,

so that each death is followed by the peace of emergence.

Medusa, I hear You calling.


April Aronoff

Addiction and Higher Self, A One Act Play


“Happy Feasting!” says Addiction, as it tips its head back to get ready for a good dose of shame and self beratement.

“Wait!” says Higher Self, putting the breaks on Addiction mid-air.  “Isn’t this supposed to be a comedy?”

“Says who?”  huffs Addiction, suddenly becoming very large.

The two stare at each other intently for what seems like eternity.

And then finally the sound was heard throughout the land, like a trumpet announcing a Royal Queen:

(Insert loud, resonant Laughter).

 The End


April Aronoff

Roses, Beauty and Mother Mary


These are the last of my roses, picked two days ago on 12/7/16.  We are at the start of winter in northern California, with rain and cold lingering these past few weeks.  I am amazed that any of my plants are still producing in December, but that is the blessing now, isn’t it?


I am utterly in love with roses.  You can take one look and see why; they are astonishingly beautiful.  Beauty has been a recurring theme for me.  It’s definition has expanded remarkably, as I have now experienced beauty on many different levels; I see, smell, feel and taste beauty.  It takes my breath away when I am in its presence, and my heart fills with such joy and gratitude for this connection.


I can always relay on my roses to bring me beauty.  These last few flushes have been stunning, and I am completely honest when I say that smelling the above bouquet brought me to a place within beauty that I can only describe as pure grace.   I am under the  spell of the Rose, I admit it freely!.  I am a Rose Addict.


Which brings me to Mother Mary, whose list of symbols includes the Rose.  When I read about why The Rose is Her symbol, it is explained that Roses are the Queen of Flowers, and Mother Mary is the Queen of Heaven and Earth.  They are both Queens!  But I feel there is more than that.  The frequency and vibration of the Rose can heal the body and soul deeply, as well as its physical nutritive properties.  For me Mother Mary is the ultimate loving mother, one who both dissolves pain and nourishes with love.  Roses and Mother Mary heal and fill the soul with love.  They are that kind of energy, and why I see Them as One.


In the name of The Rose,

April Aronoff

December 2016 Flower Bowl/The Incredible Magic of Beauty

Boy these days are tough.  My connection with spirit is what’s keeping me sane;  meditating, listening, declaring my sovereignty over and over.  Refusing to walk in the shadow of  I Am Worthless.

Today was particularly hard.  I felt lethargic and slow to take care.  Slow too engage in the practices that I knew would empower me.  And as I teetered on the brink of giving in, letting it win, letting the I Am Worthless seep into my skin, I laid my eyes on THIS.  And I Am Worthless began to promptly liquify.



What I saw was beauty.  The kind of Beauty that takes your breath away, that connects every fiber of your being with utter bliss.  It’s just that spectacular.  And being so steeped in Beauty, in that moment, so utterly in love, well, that leaves no room for feeling unworthy.  What I felt in that moment was Beauty.   And it made my heart sing.

May I cherish and remember this always 🙂


img_4676I am hoping to have this wall finished soon!

Much radiance,

April Aronoff

Altars, Knowing, and Transformation


I’ve decided to embark on a voyage of the soul.  As I continue to struggle with my feelings of anxiety and irritability, I find myself reaching deeper and deeper into the well of my spiritual tool bag.  What I find never ceases to amaze me.  Last week my boys had another huge blow out fight.  At times it gets so ugly, with my husband and I struggling to stay cool, sane, and in control.  In all honesty we’ve lost it ourselves more than once.

The next day I sat in the garden, feeling pretty lousy about my family life. I began to hold a small bundle of wisteria branches I had collected to make a magic wand.  They were long but thin, the perfect size for a wand.  I added some sweet smelling lavender that had already bloomed and dried.  The combination was pure beauty J  Then the knowing came:  Make an altar for your family.   Feed this altar, pray to it.  Call in your ancestors, all of them.  Call in all the guides that are there to help each of you.

So I did just this.  I made a beautiful altar on my dresser.  Here is a picture of it when I first began, many days ago:


I let the flow and set up of the altar come from within.  Each of the corner stones represent the four of us in our family, and I when I feel moved (or desperate) I work with the stones to heal us on a spiritual-soul level.  It’s been beautiful and empowering to work with family healing this way.  Smudging, prayer, magic.  Bathing in the full moon.  I never fail to find grace when I am engaging in these practices.  I need to do them more.

As I gazed upon the beautiful creation that was a living intention of healing in my family, I closed my eyes and began to see.

What I saw was Me, as full of anxiety as I was in that moment.  And the anxiety was everywhere.  And the spirit me that I saw so clearly felt it to.  Then I dropped away and it was just Her. Me, on a soul level.  And She began to take big, deep, breathes.  Inhaling deep, going all the way to the spine, the back of the heart opening like a flower at the end of each inhale.  Exhaling slow.  This became the rhythm that began to flow.  And one by one each of my children joined Me, holding hands together and breathing deep.  My husband arrived and made us complete.  The 4 of us forming a circular wave of rising and falling chests as we held hands and breathed.  I felt the liquid peace seep into the farthest crevices of my anxiety, transforming the feelings of desperation and loathing into something entirely at peace.   It was truly amazing, this transformation.  I went from feeling like our family was a battleground to one of serenity.  I came out of this mediation feeling at ease.  Then I went and got my boys and actually had something resembling a peaceful evening.

A few days later I added a picture of my husband and myself, to honor our own healing as a couple.  Fresh rose petals have been added many times, along with prayers, meditation, and an anointing with rose essential oil, one drop on the rose quartz heart that sits in the center of us.

Here is a picture from today, after having been fed flowers.


This practice has been going on now for almost 2 weeks.  I am grateful that I have documented this journey, because I have experienced more than a few emotional dips since it first began.

And as I re-read my own story, this is what I wish for myself:

May I remember this moment of healing whenever I find I have lost my way.

May I remember that magic lies within me.

May I remember that moments are never ending, and there is always tomorrow.

Peace 🙂

April Aronoff

The Ramblings of a Rose


I am doing some serious work of late.  I am bumping up my energy work to a level I never imagined.  Yet I have questions.  Two years ago I learned that I was the Keeper of Rose Oil, whose council is to surrender to unconditional love.  It was an intense time, cultivating in a kind of break down that forced me to examine myself deeply.  While I loved that I was Rose, was unconditional love and beauty, I couldn’t extend this toward myself.  I remember being filled with grief and anxiety that felt as ancient as the oldest stone on Earth.  It ran from the depths of my insides to every inch of skin.  I was very far from unconditional love.


Now I am here.  Standing at the precipice of change, staring at the giant open endless sky, the blushest of Rose colored clouds beckoning for me to jump.  I know I have crossed the threshold.  While I still struggle with anxiety and depression, I am also beginning to embody the Frequency of the Rose.  It’s been a wild ride from that dark place I was 2 years ago to where I am now.   And so my question is this:  Is it possible to be the Keeper of the Rose, whose sole purpose is to vibrate the highest frequency of love known in any realm, when my heart is filled with pain daily?  How can I be wielding such tremendously challenging feelings while simultaneously activating the highest frequency of love throughout my body?  Yet it is happening.  I am being told my hands are activated, that I am to run the energy of the Rose through them, to shower others in love and light and healing and peace.  This I feel in so many parts of my body.  Yet my heart runs heavy.

I am also told to use my hands on my own body to heal  🙂


Its been 5.5 months since I’ve have gone off of anti-depressants.  I felt so much better on them, yet a huge part of me was numb and shut down, and had been this way since early childhood.  I badly want to stay off them, to allow the Shakti energy that has been latent rise to the surface and set me free.  Yet some days I’m not sure I can do it.  This type of medicine was beneficial for so long.  It allowed me to chill out and relax an already highly stressed out nervous system.  I was far from perfect, but physically I felt much better.  So it sounds a bit crazy that I want to stay off these meds.  Yet I feel I am meant to peel away the layers of these intense, dark emotions of mine.  To understand and heal what is really at their core.  I’m sure my body chemistry is legitimately wonky.  But underneath lay something that is waiting for healing. Something old and primal and dark.  It is this that I seek.


I recently participated in an ancestor healing ritual in my backyard.  My backyard is my temple space, and it is sacred to me.  Many of my roses are planted back here, along with a variety of medicinal plants, totems and garden art.  The ceremony was during the Full Moon.  I stayed up all night feeding the fire, making offerings of liquor and coffee throughout the night.  I would take a giant swig of liquor and spray it on the pictures of ancestors encased in plastic bags for protection.  These lay on the altar along with other sacred offerings.  And I thought about them, and sang to them, and softly asked that they cross, so that they can move on to what’s next in their evolution.  Some of them did.  And some of the pain and burden that we in my line had been carrying for all these years, well that just lifted.  The pain was healed as they were healed.  Lately it feels like I am growing new skin.  It’s been a wild month, to say the least.


April Aronoff


Avoid Dance, A Poem


I have been avoiding for some time.  At first the avoidance was at a distance, a good 10 feet apart, and I could dance with it, entertain myself with its magnetic need to look away.

Then avoidance grew closer, quiet sometimes, noisy at others.  Its need to bow down, bow out, keep moving, keep busy, lest the pain consume, consume, consume, a steady pulsing river pulling me along for the ride.

Until it was touching me, running its fine silky fingers along my skin, settling in like netting on a fish, a blanket of constrained movement and form like a second skin.

The avoidance a thrashing, shrill voice, demanding I don’t look, don’t explore, don’t do anything, DON’T FEEL ANYTHING.

The irony is that at its core avoidance is pain.  The very thing avoidance has tried to keep me from.

Now it is so close I must look it in the eye, its iris an angry blaze of electric fire, and I know there is no turning back.  I am either going to let this beast consume, or I will hold its pain in my loving embrace.

And just look




And of course,




April Aronoff