We Color the Page

Morning Meds; 12 8 22

Traditionally we see our Gods through words visualized, an outline of form we color with our thoughts.

These outlines were passed down from elders to youth and from receiver to written page and many truths were and are preserved through this tradition.

The youth adapt the pictures to the procession of change and pass them down again.

The forms of God that were too ridged to conform to change fade away, lost to the transition.

These written words are an attempt to stall change and preserve a moment so others can gain, but the Creator Of All, the All There IS is too grand to be fully contained in ancient scripts or carved stones.

The All There IS is a living presence always coming to us, adapting to our needs and is never a distant stranger waiting for our approach, for we are one.

Tying the Hands of The Creator of All

Morning Meds 12 7 22

I wanted to heal you, but you didn’t believe I would.

I wanted to ease your pain, but you said it was your own.

I wanted you to feel forgiveness, but you thought you deserved the guilt.

I tried to share my unconditional love, but you were taught that it was earned.

You suffer so needlessly when I am always available to help.

You are my everything, there is not a part of you that isn’t a part of me, but my hands are tied, I can only be expressed to you through the way that you believe.

Two Questions

Morning Meds; 12 1 22

When life seems to stall when in pursuit of desired outcome, there are two questions one can ask.

The answers to one of the questions might get the ball rolling again faster than the other.

You can ask, “What has stopped me?”

This leads to a list of problematic circumstances and situations that are often beyond our control.

The second question you can ask is, “Why am I stopping?”

This puts the ball back in your hands because you have a say about you.

“I feel overwhelmed,” you have a say in that.

“I’m afraid it will not come to be,” you can adjust your beliefs.

We have access to abilities within ourselves that lay dormant unless they are touched by our inner knowledge that we are one with the Creator Of All.

There will always be circumstances and situations, and there will always be our inner ability to rise to the challenge.

Sometimes the answer is to ask the correct question.

Love’s Consecutive Rings

11 1 22

Love’s consecutive rings ripple the surface of stillness.

Love, often unseen in a sea of turmoil,

changes its surroundings.

Every motion has an effect,

every motion has an equal and opposite reaction,

a change must take place.

What of love drizzled on hate?

How do we thrive in political unrest?

We choose to love ourselves enough

to send love to those we see as threats.

No matter which side you believe yourself to be on

Love has no preference.

Love thrives in any situation

It stills turmoil, hate and fear,

its consecutive rings restore the stillness.

Day Old Goulash

Morning Meds; 9 31 22

Some foods taste better afters they have sat in the refrigerator for a day. Spaghetti, Goulash, Chilli, you know the ones. All their ingredients and spices blending together as one enhancing the other.

Dreams can be like that, we enjoy them one night, but as they set and gestate in our soul, the ingredients of their provided information blends together as one.

When we revisit them we notice the small details, a pinch of truth here, a small fact there.

We can see the message beneath the symbolism, the energy beneath the form.

Our inner soul dines with the Divine when we dream.

Spiritual Communication

Morning Meds; 9 19 22

We communicate with others on a phone with no wires attached.

The sound of their voice is carried through the air by invisible vibrations of transmitted energy.

If they are somebody whom we haven’t physically met, we don’t doubt their existence.

We believe they are real.

Is it really that much different than how we communicate in the realm of spirit?