Author: Kevin Burleson

Morning Meds; 11 11 18

We turn as if on a wheel,

spinning at home

in the center of God’s heart.

Resting in the peace,

our fears, inhibitions and confusion flee from us,

pulled away by

the centrifugal force of grace.

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What we subject our mind to, can affect our whole being.

Like running your hand down a keyboard, all that is touched by our mind, produces inner vibrations.

Those vibrations resonate with our stored memories. Where our attention goes so goes our emotions and thoughts.

Fill your souls with love.

Poem/narrative about the transformation of spiritual entities that visit you in dreams and how they can enhance your life. 11 10 19

He first appeared, this giant, as a visitor to a dream. Dressed in a beige trench coat and a fedora, like a spy, not wanting to be seen. He was standing in front of a music store on a busy city street. My head only reached to the middle of his chest and together we entered the store. Side by side, we searched through rows of CDs and vinyls. I’m not sure what we were looking for.

“That’s odd.” I thought, “This giant is new.” I recorded the dream in my book.

I felt him next, as if he was watching me as I sat in meditation. He was standing right outside my window, watching me through closed window shades as I sat silently inside.

“That’s odd,” I thought, “This giant is back.” I felt aware, but unafraid.

In a *snapshot dream, he appeared again. I saw his face, but it wasn’t clear. Somehow, I knew he wanted help.

“That’s odd,” I thought, “this giant is asking for help,” I still felt no fear.

As I sat that morning, offering help, with what or for what, I could not tell. I felt him then, within the room, sitting in a straight-backed chair, he watched me share some love. His elbow rested upon his knee; his chin rested in his palm. I couldn’t make out his features still, his face sort of a cloudy blob.

I told him thank you for this strange request, wondering why our roles were so reversed. I finished my meditation, got up and off to work I went.

I felt him next, a couple of days later, while I was sitting in a chair. I was practicing imagining that I lived in a snow globe and anything beyond my view, was gone. I pretend that what I see is just projected on its glass and beyond its boundaries is the great beyond. I practice this to expand my vision, hopefully to see things I haven’t seen before. Portals waiting in the darkness, waiting for imagination to journey through their doors.

I felt him there, behind my chair looking in as if to see. He kneeled right behind me, resting on a single knee. He didn’t appear in his usual form; his shape was dark and grand. A huge black bellowing cloud, shaped as a silhouette of a man.

“That’s odd, I thought, “this giant is looking over my shoulder, I wonder if he’s interested in what I see or is he just interested in me?”

……….

In a dream, I walked in a pasture, my path a wide swath of grass. Flanked by trees, the sky crystal clear, I climbed the steep incline. In each hand I carried a toilet tank lid, for some reason, I had to bring them along. At the top of the hill, I came to a bench, a bench I couldn’t climb over.

So, I lay down the lids and scrambled over the top, without the lids I was able. I descended the other side of the hill. At the bottom there was a shed to my left, to my right stood an old unpainted barn.

I heard a sound, I circled around, trying to get to the front of the barn. The doors of the barn opened out to the west; I looked up from where I had stopped. Above me, in a doorway, there the giant sat. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to speak.

I said, “I’m trespassing, but I hope you don’t mind, it’ll save me so much time on my journey.”

His face changed, he looked slightly perturbed, but I really don’t think he minded. He was sitting behind the straight-backed chair, his right leg stuck through its legs. His left leg circling around to the front, he looked at me over its back.

Then his face became completely clear, I will recognize him if I meet him for real. A soft featured Black man, with eyes filled with love and he wanted me to come and sit inside.

I looked back up the hill, to where I climbed over the bench. I could see the two lids still laying there. I knew if I wanted them, they were mine to retrieve, but I knew I could leave them there.

The dream ended then, with me climbing into my car and slowly driving away.

I tried to meditate on the dream a couple of times, wanting to sit and hear what this giant had to say. Both times I got no responses, the giant didn’t come either day.

I found myself in another dream, a dream with many parts. A scene at the end of the dream, left me feeling a bit disturbed. I saw new things to come, things of which I wanted no part. I interpreted the event and by the acupressure points struck, I knew that my body would go through another uncomfortable change. For me sometimes spiritual growth, seems to come with physical or emotional pain.

I wrote down my dream, sat down to meditate, ready to start the day. I still felt sad, somewhat afraid, hoping that what I saw in the dream would simply go away. As I sat stilling my mind, the giant slowly filled the room.

I saw myself sitting in the chair he had offered to me before. I knew he was there behind me. I felt him lay his cheek against the side of my head, his arms wrapped around me and the chair. His form changed into the black billowing cloud, and he engulfed me with protective love and care. I knew any discomfort that I might feel, would be very short lived. I knew I was safe, surrounded by grace.

I realized Source energy had come to visit my dreams and my thoughts, disguised as a huge black giant.

Dreams are powerful tools, gifts from those who are more highly evolved. Is this giant real? The feelings invoked are. The emotional response to love and protection are. On a level I am just starting to explore, this giant is real enough for me.

Imagination is a tool we can use to connect to higher places. We can regain our childhood gift.

The two lids I left at the bench on the hill, the thing they represent, has bothered me for a long time, years. I can go pick them back up, but this series of events has set me free from them. That is real too.

I share this because there is unlimited love that we can connect with every day. Mine seem to come to me in a wonderful, unusual way. Let your mind expand.

*Snapshoot dreams; Dreams that are a single image.

Morning Meds; 11 10 18

…it’s like fading back through lifetimes and all the incarnations become pretty stones of temporary substance, just adventures experienced.

If we fade back, if we pass back through all the doors, we arrive at full realization of oneness with Source.

All our difficult experiences in different religions and belief patterns in prior lifetimes are nothing compared to oneness with Source.

The drama of reward or shame, over exaggerated trivial bunk.

Nothing compared to oneness with Source.

It’s so easy to spend all our time trying to clean a spot, smudge or spec off a glass pane, instead of looking at the beauty, just beyond the window.

Our draining dramas, small compared to the realization of our oneness with Source.

We have been so acutely trained to criticize, that we forget to look beyond our imagined faults, to see our true selves.

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We can have as many remedies and salves as possible, but unless they are applied, they are of little good.

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Endurance, definition.

The ability to hang on to something no matter how many times the Universe has tried to set you free.

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During the process of thawing, the molecules of water repeatedly vacillate between a solid state and a liquid state, until temperature alters their vibrations enough to maintain a liquid state.

As we open our hearts to new beliefs, the energy of our thoughts repeatedly vacillates between old and new in the same manner.

In time and with enough raised vibrations, we can maintain the higher state as we continually move toward our true state of one with Source.

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One drop of fear about something can cloud the whole pool, it can effect of our evaluation of everything else.

Sometimes just taking the time to narrow down exactly what the drop is, clears our perspective and restores the calm.

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Turtles remind us that we are always home.

We just need to withdraw within and touch our core.

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Our dualistic world with its negativity can shake us to our core, but our core is rock solid.

It is our eternal connection to the Creator of All Things.

We can wrap our soul around it and hang on till the wave has past,

always knowing that no matter what, we are one.