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.

Grandeur

Morning Meds; 10 29 18

The grandeur of nature and Source is a feeling.

They are beyond words, our limited vocabulary is incapable of expressing the inexpressible.

Just as a picture can never capture the grandeur of a mountain,

our intellect can not comprehend the majesty of Source,

they have to be felt with our heart.

Sweet Release

Morning Meds; 10 28 19

When the hood is pulled from a falcon’s head and the leather thong is released from the falconer hand, the falcon has to flex its talons to free itself to fly.

Unlike us humans, a bird has to flex it muscles to open its claws, they grip when relaxed.

Sometimes we have to flex our spiritual choice muscles to open our eyes to who we spiritually are.

We are creative beings of light, masquerading as humans.

“I choose to be set free from the events of this incarnation that have clouded my memory of who and what I am.”

“I choose to release my hold on the events of this incarnation that I have clung to, for they also may be clouding my memory.”

Having done both, spread your wings and fly.

Concert Halls

Morning Meds; 10 28 18

Our times of meditation can be like visits to different concert halls.

We sit in stillness feeling the music created and conducted by the Creator of All.

It’s musical splendor, vibrates our soul and we begin to recognize that we are the music our creator, created.

Morning Sun

Morning Meds; 10 27 18

Darkness brought the cool of the night and frost ingulfed the landscape.

The sun rose, the frost acknowledged the sun and softly relaxed, watering the earth below.

Emotional and spiritual battles are only battles because we have been trained to believe that.

“No pain, no gain.”

“No struggle, no snuggle,.”

“No work, no eat.”

We believe we have to earn the rewards of favor, but Source indiscriminately shines love to all.

We need only to view the source of our light, to realize what we are and return to our natural state. We are 100% Source energy.

We need to imbrace light, not battle darkness.

Frost offers no resistance to the sun, nor works to melt, it just accepts it’s change of state and shares itself with everyone else.

Soften Your Words

Morning Meds; 10 27 19

“Healing will take a while”…

Instead you might try,

“The universe conspires to help me and I am on an accelerated healing process.”

What we believe, we receive and as we change our beliefs and we change our lives.

Our words create the pathways we walk.

Choose words that softens your way.

Trust in Who or What has called you to your imagined journey.

Awakening Recollections

Morning Meds; 10 26 18

We are 100% Source energy, yet there are times we feel at a loss on how to move past some barriers that we have inadvertently constructed for ourselves.

The phrase, “I don’t know.”

Is a very harsh obstacle.

The phrase, “Please remind me of the best approach through this impasse, for I have momentarily forgotten.”

This approach softens the edges, returns us to who and what we are and clears the pathway to recollection.

The phrase, “I Know what I knew before I came into this world.” can work as a GPS to help us realize we are already and always have been home.

A review is always easier than attempting to learn something new.

One Hundred Percent

Morning Meds; 10 27 21  

Inspiration can seem to dry up,

but there is a spring within ever flowing. 

Undisturbed by distraction, preferences or perspective.  

It’s the flurry above the peacefulness, 

It’s the spray above the sea,  

It’s the smoke above the warmth,  

that causes one to feel separated from the Creator of All.  

We are that point of transformation  

where electricity becomes light,  

where water changes to steam, 

 where fire ignites.  

We are that exact point of transition  

when what was, is no more and what is to be, is freshly born. 

 Within we are Consciousness in its unformed state.  

We are indescribable formlessness  

fluctuating like a strobe, 

back and forth,  

between form and our original state.  

We are Consciousness, 100%,  

whether we feel inspired or if we don’t.