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.

Every Now Has a Y

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We spend all our imagined time in the state of now, everything else is the past remembered or a future imagined.

Everything is affected by this, even our majestic mountains are constantly existing in a state of now and are constantly being affected by the now of everything else.

Mountain’s crumble, worn down by change above and the push from beneath.

Everything that we are aware of exists in an atmosphere of constant change.

What directs our human spiritual, physical, mental and emotional now is our beliefs and intent.

Every now has in it an inflection point where we have the ability and the right to direct change.

 We are granted freewill, but most of us have been raised in a world that stress limitations and stagnant rules.

We tend to let these direct our life as if by default instead of customizing our intent.

An inflection point in geometry is the point where a straight line begins to curve or change direction.

We are always at this point because we are always at the point of now, in a since we never move, our world moves past us and our stationary point of now.

Our now always has a “Y” or an inflection point where we can choice a different path or if that is too much to believe, we can at least slightly bump our lives towards the direction of our desires.

Our beliefs affect this the most, but we can always use our gift of now to change them.

Intent is the pointer that guides our choices and intent will always override history.

History is just a reference file to see how we have been using our now.

Sun Rise

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The sun appears to rise every morning to warm the earth.

It has continuously shone all through the night.

The light in our soul continuously shines

even when we don’t feel its warmth.

We are one with the light.

Shadow Boxing

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It is easy to become so engaged in fighting the shadow of our corrugated dance that we forget that we are the one who created it.

We create our realities.

We can’t win fighting our shadow.

Lingering Limps

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Emotional pains don’t heal in the same matter as physical challenges.

When a pulled hamstring has recovered the pain is gone and you no longer limp.

When we think back to the incident, we remember the pain with less intensity.

Emotional hurts differ, each time they are remembered they are reborn, and we are affected in the same way.

Our responds to our inevitable visits can become a pattern of response behaviors, sort of an emotional limp.

It is not bad, just a part of the healing process just like favoring a sore leg.

The healing of an emotional hurt requires time and self-love and acceptance of our state of healing.

We can tell when we are starting to heal when we realize that we are revisiting the hurt less often and we linger less.

The real healing is when we realize that after we leave, we no longer respond in the same pattern as we did before, and we begin to lose our emotional limp.

Finding Silence

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To Know that an ocean of blessings is only a thought or a change in perception away and feeling that you can’t find the combination to open the lock can be frustrating.

But it is better to know that it is just a matter of persistence introspection and alterations of beliefs before the door swings open, than to be in the that place of hopelessness where there isn’t even door.

Deep within the silence of our souls there is peace.

It is beneath the waves of self-doubt and endless malicious judgements.

Beneath the thick blanket of numbness and emotional paralysis

Beneath the cloud of “Why try?” and the fog of fear that says, “It will only happen again.”

Our silence can be found in different ways; one is a walk in nature, another in meditation, some find it in the rhythmic feelings that comes with jogging.

The important thing is to find the silence and allow it to quite the din around us.

There are doors out of the fog, if you are too overwhelmed ask for help.

The world is filled with those who care.

Balls of Possibility

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Like a Christmas tree adorned with clear glass balls our future possibilities hang before us.

Every foreseeable and unforeseeable outcome suspended in time, waiting to form.

Each living possibility waiting to expand as it is directed.

Each event or thought birthed by us or those around us affect the contents of all the balls.

They continually adjust to the flurry of change.

Change is brought on by numerous events, but we tend to fixate on the most dramatic,

and fail to see the little changes that proceeded it.

Our future goals can seem to be unreachable.

It seems some dramatic huge event must happen to bring it to fruition.

Start making the little changes and all related possibilities in your possibility balls will change with it.

A steady process of changes in the right direction will allow the dramatic event to expand.

Thoughts are always the predecessor to change, a change in thought will affect more balls than by action alone.

Swing the Scythe

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We always hold two ropes in our situations of now.

One to the past with the memories of what our beliefs have brought.

One to the future with the hopes of what our dreams might bring.

They are connected by the stands of thoughts we have used to weave our ropes.

If we weave a rope with the memories of what we didn’t want,

 they will create the same outcomes.

Old beliefs can be like invasive vines always reaching wanting to continue.

Sometimes we must swing our scythe of “I’ve had enough!”

and sever the old vines as fast as the reappear.

They can only root in our now situation for only it is alive.

The past is memories, and the future is hopes or fears.

We have the ability to thrive within us and

through Consciousness we can create the future we desire.

When you sever beliefs, it is important to be kind to yourself.

You are not the belief; you are just the one who believes it.

Separating it from yourself sets you free from its grasp.

Andrea the Spider Dream

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Dew drops on a spider’s web shimmering on the morning light.

Moments preserved in time to be visited again.

Drops of energy hanging on their eternal strands,

the concentric rings of recorded events.

Guarded by a giant spider, menacing but true of heart,

her sworn purpose to preserve the experiences we create.

Morning event.

To watch a new dew drop form, not from the top down,

but rising from the bottom upwards to attach its conical top.

Not formed from energy outside

but flowing from within by the thoughts we are living.

Introduction

I meet this spider in the pursuit of a dream,

looking for the lady clothed in a grey mist.

She was standing just beyond the vail of physical form,

holding and offering me a small square box.

My footsteps echoed as I neared the vail, alone in a chamber of silence.

Stepping through the vail, she stood to my left a giant looking down.

and with her above my head a giant spider her fangs and eyes poised.

I stepped back, becoming aware that the floor and the vail were no more,

just a narrow balcony with no rails.

Only darkness behind, beyond, and below

and a spider as large as house.

She straddled the center of an intricate web permeating space,

with a network of shimmering dew drops dangled from its silver cords.

The light of lives or a moment preserved in time.

She spoke, “They are all yours, yours to explore, your continuing history to which you continually add.”

“Why the form of a spider?” I ask, “It frightened me.

You are big enough to eat me.”

She replies, “It is not the form that matters it is the energy beneath the form and the information it carries with it.

I best represent what you need to see.”

Standing on my solitary perch, I ask, “What do I need do?”

“Jump.” She replies.

The spider to me is Andrea, though names like forms don’t matter.

My personal sentinel suspended on strands of woven time.

Dealing With Transitions

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You can’t complete something without beginning something new.

Sometimes the transition period between the two can be turbulent and unsettling.

It is easy to lose track of our inner self and the realization that our interior is always connected to infinite wisdom.

Despite the discomfort often it provides the opportunity to face our resolve and recommit to our dreams.