GALLANDIA ROSE Rosa “Gallandia”
When this Rose blooms, her branches are covered in luminous, ethereal pink blossoms set amidst silvery leaves. When I first made this Essence, I could not find this Rose’s name on our garden maps. I did not stop to ask her what she wanted me to do about this, but in my most determined fashion spent a good ten hours searching our records, the internet, Rose books and Rose catalogs for information about this Rose. I thought we had every receipt since the farm began, but there was no sign we ever bought her, let alone planted her. She does not care. She is here, and her presence in the garden is hard to miss, paperwork or no paperwork. So I learned in a labor intensive way what Gallandia was happy to tell me from the first. She wants us to use a name chosen by her, not some horticultural moniker. More importantly, she wants us to let go of the three dimensional time and space boxes we subdue and confine ourselves in.
Gallandia is not of this world. She lives more in higher dimensions than grounded here. I asked why this was so and got no answer. This reminded me that I do not need to understand a Rose for it to do its precious work. Time to let her talk, since you can see my attempts to grasp anything about this Rose have been comic at best, "I AM Gallandia. I greet you across time and space. I AM a messenger, a harbinger of good news, yet I also come to prepare your vessel for holding a different configuration in time and space. Welcome me into the matrix of your being for I come to soften the necessary adaptation process you are all embarked upon."
I AM your true self restored.