Author: Kevin Burleson

Morning Meds 5 24 20

Superimposed upon our soul, the higher aspects of ourselves dance within our heart.

Morning Meds; 5 24 19

Sometimes meditation can really allow you to feel your age, ancient, timeless, eternal…

Morning Meds; 5 23 20

Like a wiener dog that jumped and only made it halfway through the tire swing, switching your spiritual beliefs from one to another can kind of leave you hanging.

Once you regain your footing the journey becomes easier.

Morning Meds; 5 22 19

If we give fear a paintbrush, it can paint a dreadful scene.

Once painted, we have the choice whether to climb into the painting or to look the other way.

If you allowed yourself to paint such a painting today, paint the phrase,

but love can….

hand the brush to your higher self, regroup and watch the magic begin.

Morning Meds; 5 22 22

Dreams that are confirmed by something physical that you didn’t know are always a treat.

On 4 20 22 I dreamed I was watching a baseball game.

I was lower than the playing field, I realize now that I was in the dugout.

I went through a door that opened away from me and entered a room.

Inside the room were some tables and chairs.

I looked down to my left and at the bottom of a bookcase was a bunch of red books.

I said to myself thirty encyclopedias.

I then turned around and reopened the door I had just come through and there was a young maybe two-year-old boy, and he wanted a hug.

Someone said the children love you. I gave and received a hug from the child.

Then I gave a baseball to the little boy.

Next, I am looking out of our south bay window towards a street half a block away.

The three lots between the southern edge of our yard and the street is one large mowed vacant lot.

At the southern end of that lot there is a car parked in the grass pointing east.

I am awakened by someone asking me, “Do you have the keys?”……..

I sat up in bed to find my wife still asleep, it was so loud and clear that I thought she had woken me up with that question.

As I am writing this, I just realized the question I heard refers to the car in the dream.

This is also the day I received the words that,

Emotions are form,

Thoughts are form,

Consciousness is not.

These are key.

I wrote that down and drew a key by it.

On 4 25 22 I had the dream about keys that referenced me back to this dream. *May 7 22 Dream Keys

It pays to journal your dreams.

For me analysis.

For some reason playgrounds and baseball fields are common symbols for me.

I am not a baseball person although I liked playing sports.

For me, the ballfield and playgrounds are a symbol of incarnation, and we are here to play the game of being human.

I had/have gotten out of the practice of pursuing purposeful self-compassion and the small child represents my inner child’s needs.

Which represents my personal needs.

This dream reminds me of this, and I gave him a hug and the ball so he could rejoin the game.

The thirty encyclopedias made me think of my stack of notebooks I journal in.

I have written in them almost every morning since June of 2016.

Due to my work schedule, I have never had the time to look back through them, I just write and go.

I would just make a daily post from what I received.

I had never counted them.

After this dream I organized them by date, and I am about to fill up notebook number 30.

I often get the message that I need to start revisiting them.

Dreams give us information that helps us, they are gifts.

Morning Meds; 5 21 19

Our search for our inner self is often compared to peeling off the layers of an onion.

Layers after layers of facades, the possibility of accumulated karma and the layers of amnesia.

Hidden deep within us, is our true fully intact original essence, pure living love.

It’s common, from what I’ve read, that people experiencing the process of a past life regression often remember much about the interval between incarnations.

Many meet friends and loved ones they have shared lives with.

I wonder if while we are in that blissful state, the interval between lives, if we nudge a fellow traveler and make jokes about going back for another game of hide and seek?

Keep peeling, we all are worth the search.

Touching your true essence of love is always a game changer.

Morning Meds; 5 20 19

I tend to take the idea of a spiritual journey far too seriously.

I came from a belief system where our passage through this life is seen as a one-time shot, so face it, I was always one heartbeat away from judgement.

After I accepted reincarnation as a viable possibility it took a lot of the pressure off.

You know, I could chill out a bit, this could be trip one thousand for all I know.

Hopefully, I’ve shown some improvement.

In hopes of finding a way to lighten up a bit I meditated and asked for a lighthearted guide to help me relax a bit.

I lit incense and a candle.

I fired up a bit of sage.

Crossing my legs and my fingers, I started breathing to quiet my mind.

After the silence thickened, I began to see my core with a light shining up out of it like a spotlight.

Out of this shining light the top of a cylinder slowly appeared, an elevator I thought.

Finally, it fully emerged, I waited in anticipation for its door to open.

Then much to my surprise, the soundtrack of the old Woody Woodpecker cartoon blared in my mind, the door flew open there stood, Bugs Bunny.

It really spoiled the whole mood of the thing.

I was kind of hoping for a happy Dali Lama or a laughing Buddha, but the message was quite clear just the same.

Our spiritual experiences here are meant to be an enjoyable journey not a walk on a tight wire.

Well, that’s all folks.

Don’t forget to have some fun.

Love is a happy thing, fear, not so much.

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Interesting mantra:

I love the I Am, I am.

The love beyond this experience of duality is free from self-judgment.

It’s more of a force like gravity, than it is an emotion.

It comes as easily as our next breath.

Somewhere in that relaxed state we begin to realize we are eternally loved, and we begin to pass that love onto ourselves and others.

Morning Meds; 5 19 20

Change is the breath of existence. Entropy is the exhale before the next creative inhalation.

Morning Meds; 5 13 19

It is so much fun when you get a physical confirmation from the other side.

Dream…

First of all, I was starting a new job and I was asking who was in charge so I could get started.

(I don’t think it represents a new physical job. It’s the hope of being of some spiritual use to others.)

Part of the dream was that all the empty shelves I’ve had in other dreams over the last couple years were now all full, that was nice.

Next, I was at a dead-end road or short driveway, and I was kneeling down by a drainpipe.

In front of me was a forest scene, but I knew I was in the city.

(Nature scenes are always symbolic of spiritual for me)

I turned around to leave and as I was entering the street, I saw two small turtles in a small puddle.

They were eastern box turtles but there wasn’t much orange on the nose and head.

One of the turtles was completely out of its shell, but was in fine shape just crawling around, the other one was still in its shell.

I picked up the empty shell and peeked inside of it out of curiosity because I knew even in the dream that it wasn’t possible.

I set the shell down and woke up….

I interpreted the dream as the aspect of me who believes that most of our outside stuff is just a facade, and our true divine nature is fully intact within us.

It is always good to look in on yourself.

The two turtles were necessary to symbolize the contrast of the two views.

So, this morning, the 13th, after I did my morning meditation.

I Look out at the rain and think, “It might be fun to run in the rain.”

Not a normal thought.

I took off on my usual route of about three miles and by then the rain had stopped.

I get to my turn around spot, a place called Corby Pond and there in the road are two eastern box turtles crossing the road.

I have never seen any on the road before.

Thank goodness they were both in their shells.

I didn’t want them to get de-shelled by a passing car, so I stopped, picked up the first and walked it to the dead-end driveway, knelt down and slid the turtle down the place where the water from the road drains back into the pond.

The forest across from the pond was in front of me just like the dream.

I did the same with the other turtle.

I bet they are both still pissed off, they may have spent half the morning hurrying to beat the traffic across the road and I came along and screwed it up.

The point is, how wonderful is the love from the spiritual side that it would give me a dream that I thought was awesome, plus drop the notion into my head that it might be fun to run in the rain and then convince two turtles to cross my path at just the right time so I could get what I take as a confirmation that I am on the right track.

Cool stuff.

We have a universe of love within us, wanting to help us at all times.