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.

Land of Toons

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Odd dream not yet pursued.

Short little dream from the Land of Toons. Always a pleasure.

A house the shape and color of a huge acorn, with a thatch and wood shingled roof.

A man as round as rubber ball, clothed in brown and tweed.

A ruddy vest belted with twisted twine, a shoulder strap securing a woven pouch, slung to his hip.

Loose topped boots clumped and worn, laced to the knees, the laces feather tipped.

He sat atop his round topped house, his squat legs straddling the brick chimney rising through the thatch.

With his right hand he drew a rope from around his waist and snapped it like a whip.

It circled the chimney in a sweeping arch the tip landing in his outstretched left.

Raising both hands above his head gripping the rope like reins of team of horses he fell backwards against the roof of the house.

His legs flew up and out and he buried his heels into the base of the chimney.

The house rose from the forest floor in a gust of wind.

Leaves swirled in from every direction pushing the house and the short round man into the air.

It was followed by other acorn cottages each being driven by little plump riders.

They dotted the evening sky.

What do ya do with a dream like that, except say “thanks”?

Secondary Chatter

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Although many of my beliefs have changed a great deal in the last few years some things remain infused. God/Source is big stuff, everything, all the other stuff, in all its diversity, is meant to be seen as secondary chatter. Nothing is bigger.

I find it interesting how easy the chatter can scream so much louder than the immenseness of God/Source. It seems so many have so much more faith in the possibility of calamity, fear and abandonment than in the possibility of peace, love and intervention.

We are unconditionally loved, gifted with the powerful tool of faith, it performs its function regardless of what it is focused towards.

Our choices effect our lives and the lives of those around us.

Exemplary Life

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A morning conversation about a word.

Exemplary…

“Serving as a desirable model; representing the best of its kind.”

Source, “Attempt to live an exemplary life.”

Me, “But, what about when I screw up?”

Source, “Just love yourself and go on, just love yourself and go on. It’s just that easy.”

Have a loving day.

Radio Waves

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I awoke to a blaring radio playing old country classic songs like,

My Achy Breaky Life,

I Ain’t Nothing but A Hound Dog and

a rendition of Hee-Haw’s, Gloom, Despair and Misery, Oh My.

It wasn’t a real radio, just old thoughts.

Thoughts are like a radio station and like a radio station they convey their message by frequency.

Our receptors pick up the frequency and release hormones.

Hormones create emotions and mood.

I am grateful we can retune our receptors though meditation.

In time uplifting songs are played and the old songs fade.

Stay tuned into Source.