Morning Mantra

Morning Meds; 11 7 19

Morning mantra.

With the rising of the sun, I don’t have to believe the opinions I had about myself yesterday. Each day a new beginning.

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I saw my mind, a giant piano and every thought a key.

Every thought I thought each day

was a note played by me.

I heard that same old tune,

a song stuck in my head.

I thought I could make a better sound,

something soothing and happy instead.

I played the notes of gratitude and

pressed the chord of love.

I felt my days begin to change,

I heard applause from above.

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Pretty corny but it was fun.

Play a good song today.

Continually Gifted

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We just need enough discipline to find the silence.

You have to go to the kitchen if you wish to eat.

It seems, all that is really asked of us, is that we learn to relax and listen.

When we leave this world we will realize we’ve earned nothing here, everything was just continually gifted to us.

Our Fruits

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We are not our feelings; they are the fruits of what we believe.

We are not our beliefs, they, in all their varying stages of development, are the fruits of what we’ve been taught.

The who and what we are, the I Am, we are, waits to be recognized beneath these two facades.

Dream, Visiting Crane

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This a dream from the dream page.

A gray crane gifted me with its presence this morning.

It came into my dreamscape, moments before I awoke.

It stood beneath the bows of a huge cypress tree, its silhouette framed against a morning sky.

The crane and the cypress surrounded by a shimmering silver lake.

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I refer to these single picture dreams as snapshot dreams. Often, they provide more information than the more complex ones. In meditation, I wait for the morning fog to lift and the flurry of thoughts to pass. When the silence thickens, I can inject the images of the dream, in this case the crane.

It was as if it spread its wings and rose above the water.

It’s wings gripping the air, pulling itself higher in long slow strokes.

Following the wings, my breath fell into rhythm with their beating.

The falling wings became my exhale and their upwards sweeps my inhalations.

Together we rose as one as if my spirit had slid inside.

I knew below us a storm was raging, yet there was peace above it.

Everything faded to darkness and as we journeyed on together…

It has become one of my favorite meditation techniques to quite my mind.

You can also imagine yourself a manta ray swimming in the black sea of consciousness.

The gift of a dream is always worth the time it takes to meditate on it.

Already Home

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We often view our spiritual development as a journey.

We climb mountains, cross barriers, overcome adversity.

We are continually searching for the path to whatever we believe the finish line to be.

Another view is that we have never been separated, we are one with the Source of All and all the drama is just a tremendous dream.

I lean strongly toward the latter, but both seem plausible.

Well, there is a way it could be both, possible the only thing wandering is our awareness, and all the drama is just the process of regaining our memory and focus.

We are on an elaborate journey of recovery from spiritual amnesia, while all the while we are resting comfortably at the elusive finish line.

To me the finish line would be centered in the heart of the Source of All.

Who knows?

I have found that when my awareness is centered on the belief that I’m completely safe within the heart of the Source of All, I always feel most at home.

Enjoy the trip.

Reactions

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When some of my old familiar reactions start reappearing, my familiar reaction is to dig in and fight, but I’ve found that a steady attempt to send love and acceptance toward them, brings much better results.

We learn to accept and love others by practicing on ourselves.

Self criticism and anger will bring more of the same, love will always bring love.

Dream; Shadow Dogs

This is from a new page I added to the site. It’s from the dream garden. The introduction on that page might help to make sense of this post and maybe not. Have you ever tried surrounding yourself with silence and looked to see what you see with closed eyes? Hope you enjoy the imagery.

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Have you ever seen the silver lake that sets on the tip of a Taoist star, nestled into one of its hollowed-out points?

It’s just beyond the expanse of darkness, where the silence screams so loud you can’t hear a sound and the blackness illuminates all.

I’ve glimpsed it once, led to it down the pathway of a dream.

Dream…

Two shadow dogs, black and huge, walked through the bushes bordering the northern edge of my yard.

I watched them advance across the lawn to where I stood by the trunk of my car.

The one farther east veered to my right and paced back and forth circling, I heard a faint growl, its eyes remained fixed upon me.

The dog to the west came right up to me and stopped, his muzzle even with my pants pockets.

He wasn’t a Pit Bull, he wasn’t a wolf, his head was wide, his shoulders thick, his eyes stared back into mine.

I slowly reached out my hand so he could sniff it.

I felt helpless, afraid, wary, I knew I was no match for the strength I felt.

The black dog stretched its nose forward to smell my hand.

Then before I could move, he clamped onto it.

I felt pain and pressure.

I knew there was no way I could loose myself from his bite.

I stood frozen, afraid to move.

Then I realized that I was not bitten, I was being held.

His teeth had not pierced my flesh and despite all appearances, I suddenly knew I was safe.

I woke with a start.

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If you’re a dreamer, dreams like this are priceless.

My dreams, I think everyone’s dreams, contain information from dream guides.

They paint messages with symbolic pictures to lead you to what you need to know.

Dreams contain doorways if you know to look for them.

After you wake, write them down, not only the events, include the furniture, accents, doors, stairways, directions, east, west.

First chance you get, meditate on the dream, revisualize what you saw.

Meditative visualization.

The black dog took my hand so he could lead back through the bushes where they entered, that was the doorway, I followed.

Continuing, we came to a large bowl sitting on a pyramid, filled with a silver liquid.

It looked like molten solder or mercury.

I sat down, gazing at it, the two dogs sat down beside me.

I knew that was all I was going that morning.

Next meditation.

Back through the bushes, the silence of meditation gathers, the soothing blackness opens.

A massive lake, silver and still, shimmering in the silence.

The pyramid is now the tip of a huge star.

A star as big as a galaxy, the lake the size of solar system.

The lake is setting in a hollowed-out point.

For me, the lake represents one of the five elements from Taoism.

The feeling generated by this are similar to an experience I had in a past life regression.

In the regression I was seated in a sandy southwestern desert.

I looked across the sands, watching the heat rise in rippling waves.

I was at complete peace with myself and that world.

The rippling waves were pure energy. Why all this information?

Is this lake a real place?

Probably not, but to me it is the location where the energy of the five Taoist elements swirl as one.

A place of synchronized chaos, a symbolic representation of the infinite power of Source.

A place I can visit and marvel at the infinite possibilities.

Dreams are a gift from Source, cherish them.

Cherish the moments that you are loved enough to be visited.

Finding Home

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The spiritual journey, it seems, is not for the faint of heart.

Once you feel even the slightest taste of home, homesickness can make your heart feel faint.

Feeling home, removes the fear of being lost.

Feeling home, makes one realize that we are already and always are home.

For me, mine began when I was taught, I was lost, only to find that I never even left the house.

It is a good thing to know.