Saturday, February 14, 2009

St Raphael And Soulmates

Britain's Roman Catholic Church is advising lovelorn singles to direct their February 14 requests for love to St Raphael, rather than St Valentine.

Over the years St Valentine has come incorrectly to be associated with finding love, the Church says.

He is the patron saint for those who have already found their soulmate.

St Raphael is the patron saint for happy encounters and it is to him those fearing the Valentine's post should properly direct their prayers.

Clare Ward, spokeswoman for the Catholic Enquiry Office, the official body providing information on Catholic life, said that while the distinction between the saints has always been clear within the Church it has, over the years, been blurred outside.

"Saint Valentine passed a note to his jailer's daughter, whose sight he is thought to have cured," she said.

"The note had no romantic content, but it's from this story that the tradition of sending notes of appreciation has come from.

"If tomorrow you are still looking for your soul mate, the actual patron saint is St Raphael.
"He's the person you should dedicate your day or pray to if you are looking for Mr or Mrs right."

St Raphael, according to legend, helped Tobias enter into marriage with Sarah, who had seen seven previous bridegrooms perish on the eve of their weddings. (I can see where some angelic intervention might have been needed for Sarah. Her track record would have given any self respecting man serious doubts.)

It is he within the canon of Catholic saints who is properly associated with helping to forge partnerships.
St Valentine is said to have been martyred in Rome in 269.
While his exact history is unclear, Valentine is thought to have existed as archaeologists have unearthed an early church dedicated to someone of that name.

One theory is that he was a priest in Rome who continued to marry Christian couples in defiance of the law of the day.

On the eve of his execution, he is said to have signed a note to his jailer's daughter: "From your Valentine."

Those hoping for divine intervention to help their love lives may well appreciate the correction in target for their prayers, but Miss Ward also had some more advice.

"There is a lot of evidence to suggest that young people who have tapped into prayer groups have found partners," she said.
"Those who have exhausted traditional routes like online dating should try spiritual networks. (Since when did online dating graduate to tradition?)
"Why not come along to a prayer group - it could be your lucky night."


I found this article kind of interesting because I had no idea the Archangel Raphael was the patron saint of soul mates or of happy encounters, and that Valentine was the patron saint of formed partnerships.

For me Raphael has always been the angel of coyote lessons. The one angel guaranteed to use humorous situations to make a fool of my ego. Although now that I think about it, most of those lessons always involved people who became incredibly close to me and vice versa. People who really did turn out to be soulmates, even if at times we soulmates were at each other's throats.

That's the thing about real soulmates, it's not about sick syrupy love, it's about relationships which expose you to your own truth. These are relationships which take you beyond yourself and your comfort zones and very often become incredibly threatening in their intensity. That's the whole idea really, to take away your sense of control.

I have one really close friendship with another psychic whose energy is so like mine that people constantly confuse us. This in spite of the fact we look nothing alike and come from totally different backgrounds. This tendency to see us both as one unit has been validated over and over again by Native healers and spiritual practitioners. It's gotten to the point that we don't even bother to correct people anymore. It doesn't do any good. It also doesn't do us any good to fight against it. The energy of this relationship seems to transcend it's individual components, the 'we' being far greater than the individual "I".

There have been times both of us have wished the other one would some how drop off the face of the planet. We really are not that much alike and do get on each other's nerves. It doesn't do us any good. The meddlesome angels that work with us seem to feel we need this relationship--or they need it--so whenever there's been a major falling out, it's always been shortly followed by a situation in which we're forced back into relying on each other. It's interesting how that situation usually involves one or the other of our children. Our children love us both equally, and truth be told we love each other's children as much as our own, and yet we're not partners in any usual sense of that word. It's all very mystifying.

People ask me all the time about this notion of soulmate. I always tell them to be careful what they ask for because they may not have a real clue about what they are getting themselves in for. Anything that involves Raphael is going to be joyful but it's also going to push every button you have and stretch everything you thought you knew about relationships.

The story of Tobiah and Sarah illustrates this point quite well. If you haven't ever read the book of Tobit it's a great Jewish story. In it Raphael is his typical self. Encouraging a terrified Tobiah to marry Sarah in spite of the small problem of the seven previous dead husbands. Raphael tells Tobiah his and Sarah's relationship was made before their births, and so Tobiah needs to suck it up and do a little demon cleansing and then everything will be righteous and joyful.

In the meanwhile Sarah is sure she and her jealous demon hanger-on will be the cause of yet another death and awaits her husband with resigned trepidation. Her father is so sure of the outcome he has his servants secretly dig a grave---to avoid more family embarrassment. Morning comes and the maid is sent upstairs to check on the inevitable dead husband only to find him still living. Shock. Sarah's father then has his servants secretly fill in the grave---to avoid more family embarrassment. Nothing like a pair of soulmates to turn everyones life upside down.

All parties live to a ripe and full old age and Raphael eventually tells Tobit and Tobiah the truth about himself, and then ascends into heaven. The book of Tobit is sort of an angelic soap opera, but it's also a treatise on the importance of self giving in the scheme of things.

In the final chapter Raphael gives his own version of the Sermon On The Mount, stressing compassionate connection with the less fortunate as the cure for evil. Tobiah and Sarah take this to heart and always have the abundance they need from which to give to others. That's the whole point about soulmate relationships. They aren't about a 'you and me' they are about a 'we' which serves the needs of others.

So on this Valentine's day I suggest reading the book of Tobit. It's not really about romantic love, it's about soulmates and angels and the high highs and the low lows such things seem to produce. In the end it's as much a human story as it is an angelic story and it's most surely a love story.


  1. This one had me laughing. . .Colleen there is a word which expresses what you know with your soul friend.


    I have a friend a bit like yours friends for twenty years or so, but i do not think we have found a similarity yet. She is into Heavy Metal music, ugh. . One day she played a Guns and Roses tune and the words where; " I loved her but i had to kill her ". We both still laugh about that line. What you say about some kinds of soul mates is true, they do take us from the safety zones and sometimes we too gladly take a break from one another, sisters. I am taking a break from my friend, because she borrowed my car and lost it. . .

    How does one lose a car?. . . in truth it has been a blessing in disguise.

    I am just really thankful there are other kinds of soulmates to counter balance the real soulmates. . .lol!

  2. Now I have to laugh out loud. One day my friend came to me and begged me to let her son borrow my little Tracker--my pampered spoiled little fun car which I had had for ages--because he needed a vehicle desperately. He was 18 and a recent father and needed it for work.

    I actually sold it to him for like nothing. I go to Sundance and when I start home and am listening to my cellphone messages I get a whole bunch from the Helena Police about them having found my stolen Tracker. I'm like what?

    Turns out he had never put the title work through and got in an accident. Couldn't fix it so I agreed to buy it back having no idea just how bad it had been hit.

    It cost me three times what it was worth to fix it. Anyway, the money I paid him for this now T-boned vehicle started him on the way up out of teenage marriage poverty. He's now a responsible young father with a second son on the way and my little Tracker runs like a champ---again.

    Moral of the story. Someday you'll get a phone call about your 'stolen' vehicle. LOL And it will cost you a lot of money. :)

  3. The day before Valentine's Day I was in the store picking up some essentials and near the cash register was a stand filled with heart shaped boxes. On the top of the box towards the bottom there was a button to push and it said Push Here Plays Music. So I pushed the button. It plays a tune written by June Carter & Merle Kilgore "Ring of Fire" and Johnny Cash is singing it.

    The song is one of my husband's favorites. For $9.99 I got it for him for Valentine's Day. The picture on the box is of a fire burning and the words in large print Burning Love.

    Love can be like a hot raging fire. No need to douse it with water.


    I fell into a burning ring of fire
    I went down down down
    and the flames went higher
    And it burns burns burns
    The ring of fire
    The ring of fire.

  4. Butterfly, a burning ring of fire is a contained fire. It doesn't need to be doused.

    It's when the fire gets out of control that all hell can break loose. Why you might even be asked to walk on water! :)

  5. Colleen. . A Tracker, what color?

    I had a Suzuki Samurai Jeep. . .mine was white with pink trim. . .i got it because the price was really good not because of the color, my "soul sister/friend" called it my Barbie truck. . .After driving it for several years i gave it to this same friend. Oh Mercy! lol!

    Butterfly with your love music, i am not surprised that you could not resist a box that said; Push here, play music. . .

    I continue to check out your wonderful creative music.

    I too like Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire, years ago i heard it used in a movie context of a young girl child raised in an alcoholic family and the words could also be used to fit her circumstance.

    So many different kinds of fire. . .

  6. Oh wow river, this is too funny. My first Tracker was white with Lime green trim. The one I'm referring to is my second Tracker and it's teal w/white.

    For those who don't know a Suzuki Samurai is a Geo/Chevy Tracker. The coincidences keep coming and reality bends river....

    By the way, people call my Tracker my Tonka Toy except for my 'adopted sons' who call it my girlie jeep. My one adopted son took all kinds of crap when he owned my 'girlie jeep'. Served him right.

  7. Colleen, you are so right about the fire! And, I believe I have had to walk on water!

    River, you are beautiful!!! Thanks for listening and for your acknowledgment!!

    Colleen, thanks for your blog here! I don't say it often enough... Thank You!!

  8. lol, good post! had me laughing :)