The Reflection Point of Now

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We cling to yesterday’s defeats and triumphs as if they will last and struggle to reach tomorrows goals.

Sadly they too shall pass.

So busy with what has been and what could be, we miss the miracle of now and the miracle of how we have the ability to wonder at all.

The Refection Point of Now

The moon above a darkened lake reflected in it ripples.

Not the image before the mirror, nor the image reflected back, but the intersection point of the two.

We seldom notice this invisible point where two become as one.

Like the intersection point of past and future, the miracle of what we call now.

Silence is the sound of now is when no echo of a thoughts of past or plans resounds.

Silence marks the intersection point of divinity and man.

The Magnificence of a Simple Plan

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The Source of all there is may have thought…

I’ll give humans freewill and my creative abilities so that whatever they truly believe, that will be what they see and what they receive.

They will be responsible for their lives and outcomes of their decisions.

I’ll give them access to my infinite knowledge and place helpers, enlightened souls and guides to assist them.

I will leave them always connected to me, for they will always be a part of me.

I will unconditionally love them.

I’ll give them endless lives and I’ll plant a longing in their hearts so they will always want to love me face to face.

Being Human

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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.

How Much Do You Love Me?

Morning Meds; 12 17 21

Me,

“Source, how much do you love me?”

Source,

“I do not love you more than any other and I do not love you any less.

I love you exactly the same as all the rest.

I love you individually, completely, unconditionally and eternally.

It doesn’t get any better than this.”

Being Creative Bellows

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We are a creative manifestation of God/Source, we are endowed with creative abilities.

It is easy to see ourselves as bellows while meditating.

Good in, bad out.

Wellness in, sickness out.

Abundance in, lack of out.

Just for fun try this.

I am creative, I fill my bellows with the perfection, the wellness, and the abundance I have always been and exhale them into my surroundings.

The universe will expand in response.

Bottled energy can create pressure, thoughts of.

I can’t keep up,

I’ve painted myself into a corner,

I’m trapped,

There’s no way out,

Oh hell, it’s Christmas again and I have too much to do, shrinks our universe.

Use your imagination to expand your space, take some pressure off, be the Creator you are.

I wonder if the expansion of our universe via the Big Bang, is just a single exhalation of Source.