Morning Meds 12 18 21
Like a slow motion dream our dualistic world churns in lower energy patterns.
Energy congealed and thick as pudding.
Vibrations muted and muffled, resisting resonance like felts against a piano string.
We face fears, we say of the unknown, but really it is only because we have forgotten what we once knew.
As they say, we are spirits learning to be humans more than humans learning to be spiritual.
Struggle is part of this human experience/game/education/journey.
Transformations of thoughts, images and beliefs via investigation, meditation, dreams and contacts create pathways through the clamor and thickness.
Our memories begin to be restored and we realize that we are just here on another visit and much of the seriousness is lessened.