Giving Yourself Up

While taking my morning meds; 9 15 19

Giving ourselves up, into the void through doorway of time and dimensional portals.

We start to see through the eyes of immortals.

The doors that are opened lead to the light, informational insights, dispellers of night.

We give ourselves up, we surrender our ghost.

We loosen the bonds we’ve formed in our lives.

As we pass through holes, through rips in the vail.

We return to ourselves, our minds become clear.

We remember what we are and who we’ve always been.

It’s then, when we realize that we are home again.

Stay in touch

While taking my morning meds; 9 15 18

Anytime we feel we are separated from our Source, it is just an opportunity to remind ourselves that we are not.. I run a little bit. I run to it 3 count cadence. It used to be to a four beat, I guess I prefer a waltz, to a military parade. Definitely not fast enough to be a polka.

I felt sort of separated, emotionally tired. In rhythm to my footsteps, I requested of Source.

(In rhythm with my footsteps 1,2,3…1,2,3…touch, 2,3… me, 2,3… touch, 2,3… me, 2,3.)

Almost immediately it was as if I could hear my Source respondĀ  in kind.

(In rhythm with my footsteps 1,2,3…1,2,3…touch, 2,3… me, 2,3. touch, 2,3…me, 2,3.)

Source wishes to be touched by us as much as we wish to be touched It.

So stay in touch

A Passing Friend

Morning Meds; 9 16 19

In a dream, a passing friend came by to say goodbye.

An eleven year battle with cancer took her life, but it never touched her soul.

Her light of love always shined through.

It’s is comforting to know that no one is really gone.

They continue on, just a step beyond our vision. With love…

Specimen bottles

Morning Meds; 9 14 21

Like bottles in a biology lab, we divide our mortal consciousness into collected specimens of thought.

Each thought contained and preserved on our collective shelves of awareness.

Each imagined:


physical ailment

mental blocks

unresolved traumas

unforgiven acts.



capacity to love

ability to endure

and their related strengths.

Each and every belief we use to define ourselves, is afloat in one of our jars.

Each jar is filled with manifestations fluid.

Manifestations fluid is a spiritual preservative

created through the process of

combining faith with intent.

When we feel a certain way all we need to do

is look at the labels

on our preserved beliefs,

our creating jars,

our samples of who we choose

to believe we are and

see if the lid is off.








Every experience we experience

is contained in a specimen jar

of our beliefs. What we believe to be true about ourselves defines us, but what defines us is always

a choice of what we choose to believe.

We are the collector who fills the jars.

The unseen biologist who decides what is kept.

The one who is capable of categorizing

and labeling the collection.

The who open or closes the lids.

The infinite creative

essence of Consciousness.

We are Consciousness first.

Being human was just a choice.

We choose an opportunity

to collect energy.

Remembering this was our choice,

opens our eyes and our lives

to new opportunities.