Author: Kevin Burleson

My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas. I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics. I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner. I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites. This site is to consolidate and re-share them. It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation. My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey. Thank you.

De-stinky

Morning Meds; 11 12 22

Words are powerful things.

Each word creates different conclusions for different people.

In English there are few words that will conjure up more diversity than the word God.

That one word has filled libraries and more books are being written all the time.

Our understanding of a word is based on our experiences and what we associate with it.

I was talking to my two-year-old great-grandson as I was getting him out of his car seat so we could shop.

He had on his new Paw Patrol sunglasses and wanted to wear them in.

I said “Sure, they make you look very distinctive.”

He replied, “I’m not stinky, papa.”

Being de-stinky had a whole different meaning to him.

Parting the Vail

Morning Meds; 11 11 22


Parting the vail between now and then


Peering through tattered curtains of memories persevered


Opacity turning translucent by mindful inquiry


Brief moments recorded like dreams


Lifetimes lived in another disguise

Endless Sea of Time

Morning Meds 11 10 22

We are more than we realize

Stronger than we seem

We are resilient as stone

Our eternal roots are as invasive as a weed

We have all eternity to draw upon if ever we doubt our strength

We have existed forever in some form or another

Consciousness shimmering, creating ripples within the endless sea of time

Eternities future is as endless as its past

 It is impossible to know the location of when or where we are

The only when or where that we can be certain of is our present moment

For in this moment, we somehow exist

This point of moment is of the most importance

For it is the only moment can we drop a pebble of choice and create a new ripple within our endless sea of time

Holding Faith’s Hand

Morning Meds: 11 9 22

If you could hold faith’s hand, which mountain would you remove, but if this mountain was removed, what beauty would be lost in its absence?

The beauty of its existence and grandeur would never be discovered or appreciated.

The opportunity to scale its challenges and stand triumphantly on its summit would be forfeited.

If possible, embrace the mountain and experience what can be gained in its climbing.

Instead of asking for the faith to remove the mountain, ask for the faith to remove the doubt about the ability to thrive in any situation.

Our core essence is 100% Source energy we are much stronger than we realize.

Imagining Better Things

Morning Meds; 11 8 22

“Not much you can do about it.” Is a common refrain, it seems to be an echo of disappointment, physically this is often true.

But you can always imagine better things or imagine disappointments to be the start of something new.

A landslide reveals a hidden treasure site, or the loss of a job makes way for a better one.

Imagine a family members life improving,

Imagine a friend receiving a healing even if it is a gradual improvement,

Imagine a conflict with another softening or dissolving.

We create our reality and all of it begins with a thought, so do the things you can do, imagine better things and create anew.

Submerged Capabilities

Morning Meds; 11 7 22

Incredible capabilities shimmering just beneath the surface each within hands grasp.

Like gathering pebbles from a brook, nuggets of gold from a stream, seashells from tidal pools.

Doubts can cloud the waters, ripples can distort our view, unawareness impedes the search.


Faith, quite and realization clear the way so our hands of intent can gather what resided within our soul.

Pearls of Purpose

Morning Meds; 11 6 22

Pearls of purpose are often born of sorrow, conflict or disappointment and

become the road map guiding people’s lives.

An oyster secretes layers of a material similar to its shell to protect itself when a foreign particle becomes lodged within.

These layers of secretions are produced to surround the irritation and this protective process is what grows a pearl.

In time the irritation becomes lost beneath the layers until only the beauty of the process remains.

We too can have irritants that can become lodged within, and we too form protective layers as we deal with them.

Our protective choices are always fear or love and what we choose to surround them with determines the structure of our pearl.

It is within our souls to wish to help others and if followed it can become our pearl of purpose.

If we strive to wrap our disappointments, conflicts, sorrows with love for ourselves and others we can shape our purpose towards helping others.

Without challenges, irritations, disappointments there would be no pearls of purpose, saintly lives, heroes or champions, for out of pain empathy is born.

If your purpose is to help others, strive to love the process and apply love to every situation.

Love’s Handmaidens

Morning Meds; 11 5 22

Hope is not the tool of youthful folly; it is what carrier us along our way.

Hope shines its light into the future to light up the present.

It is the force that propels us forward.

Hope is what causes the seedling to push its way to the surface in search of the light.

Without hope the roots wither for there is no place to grow.

Hope and Faith are the handmaidens of Love.

Love is All There Is,

all creation formed and unformed is Love,

Hope is the light of the future,

Faith is the knowing of the present,

“But the greatest of these is Love.”

Binoculars

Morning Meds; 11 4 22

Many of us are taught that we are spiritually distant and that we are separated from a distant Creator.

It is as if we need binoculars to find our way.

What if we the contact we seek is closer than we were taught?

What if our Creator we seek is within us and the illusion of separation is just that, an illusion?

In quiet contemplation we lose the need for binoculars for we begin to see and feel that we and our Creator are one.

As we begin to search from the interior of our core, we find we are closer than we supposed.

Healers and Teachers

Morning Meds; 11 3 22

Our ability to heal ourselves is part of our incarnated package deal.

We often just need healers and teachers to point the way and remind us.

Healers and teachers often open the doors to our memories and help to remove our spiritual amnesia that we are born with.

They touch a part of us, and it is quickened.