Category: eternal life, reincarnation

Parting the Vail

Morning Meds; 11 11 22


Parting the vail between now and then


Peering through tattered curtains of memories persevered


Opacity turning translucent by mindful inquiry


Brief moments recorded like dreams


Lifetimes lived in another disguise

Endless Sea of Time

Morning Meds 11 10 22

We are more than we realize

Stronger than we seem

We are resilient as stone

Our eternal roots are as invasive as a weed

We have all eternity to draw upon if ever we doubt our strength

We have existed forever in some form or another

Consciousness shimmering, creating ripples within the endless sea of time

Eternities future is as endless as its past

 It is impossible to know the location of when or where we are

The only when or where that we can be certain of is our present moment

For in this moment, we somehow exist

This point of moment is of the most importance

For it is the only moment can we drop a pebble of choice and create a new ripple within our endless sea of time

Healers and Teachers

Morning Meds; 11 3 22

Our ability to heal ourselves is part of our incarnated package deal.

We often just need healers and teachers to point the way and remind us.

Healers and teachers often open the doors to our memories and help to remove our spiritual amnesia that we are born with.

They touch a part of us, and it is quickened.

Contact List

Morning Meds; 10 24 22

Everyone has many connections spread out through time, many of these are available to us through the right process.

Many of our past lives remain attached to us, but it is more like the contact list on your phone. They are just waiting to be remembered.

I wanted to use recalled instead of remembered, but it just didn’t seem right. Have a great day.

Let’s Be Human

Morning Meds; 10 18 22

There is nothing more freeing than taking responsibility, for at that point on you can no longer consider yourself to be a victim.

We choose what you have been getting, so now we can create our life anew.

We create our lives one decision at a time and possibly much of it before we arrive for another game of Let’s Be Human.

Chutes and Ladders

Morning Meds; 10 13 22

Went to court today and everyone was me, judge, jury, prosecutor, defense attorney, bailiff, recorder and all who were there.

What was on trial was the beliefs I was raised with compared to what I believe now.

I saw a pathway of steppingstones strewn before me, the stones of the old and stones of the new and those still forming.

Like a game of Chutes and Ladders where the old stones slide you back to the old beliefs and the new stones carry you to the new.

Subtle differences disguised within the stones, often not seen, but felt.

If I am still looking for unconditional love, do I still see myself as unlovable?

In the old belief system, I couldn’t feel the love unless my faults were forgiven, nor could I fully access the Creator Of All.

In the new system I am just loved for I am 100% Source Energy; I am not in fear of judgement, loved or not loved doesn’t apply, access is just a thought away.

I am made-up of Everything That IS, and I can choose how I wish to express myself and my eternal existence in not contingent upon a single human existence.

The impact of duality is part of a human experience to teach me to love for love is the strongest energy.

I choose beliefs which look the most like love and those which feel the most compassionate for they are the most pleasant.

When I misstep and walk on the stones of the first, I begin to feel a loss of connection and I find myself reaching without instead of within.

I expect I will visit this court again and often, but many of the things I once struggled with have been thrown out of court and are no longer an issue.

Echoes Of Footsteps

Morning Meds; 10 11 22

Revelations of lives past echoing with our footsteps now,

forms hiding in our shadow as it floats across the earth.

Light creates shadow exposing loveless moments offering up offences to a alter of forgiveness.

Childlikeness regained; innocence returned.

Memories stirred by the present,

recreated in a moment of grief,

we punish ourselves these memories awakened.

Kaleidoscope

10 6 22

We are a spectrum of light seen and unseen. We experience it plainly and as a driving force shielded away beneath our awareness.

We are a shimmering kaleidoscope of shifting Consciousness, our awareness viewed on our screen of perceptions projected through the prism of our beliefs.

Our diversity displayed by the facets cut by our experiences with and by the actions of others. These experiences color our world in our own way.

We can see ourselves as the miracle of our expressions,

we can see ourselves as the many faceted prism, the gem that we are,

or we can see ourselves as the beam of light before we project ourselves through our prism of thoughts and beliefs.

Any of these three are a miracle we seldom take time to realize,

yet here we are, a living creative spirit helping to decorate an ever expanding universe.

Turtle Ferries

Morning Meds; 10 4 22

A freed soul freshly shedding it’s human shell steps from a shaft of light.

Back-lit, casting a shadow into the Beyond.

Peering into the twilight straining to see a distant movement.

The migration of sky turtles moving across the blackness of space.

Stepping stones streaching to the end of vision.

Their flippers gathering every now and pushing it into the past.

The wake of their movements trailing behind, rippleing the stillness of time.

Each a transporter of souls carrying them upon their back, ferrying them home to the Sea Of Consciousness.

A turtle rising through a shimmer at the feet of the waiting soul, turning around to offer it’s back.

Climbing upon the turles top, the turtle looking back to see and with a wink and a sigh it straighting it’s neck and pulling against the sky.

The excited memories of migration stirred in the memories of the souls.

Memories forgotten while dancing on earth except for homesicknesses lingering wieght.

The inner knowing of a life beyond earth’s menagerie of forms at a place of unhampered unity.

A place where love is all and all is love and a peaceful silence soothes.

Other turtles and other souls migrating back as they journey home.

Family reunions, enlightened realizations,

weights choosen to be borne, dropped into the Sea of Consciousness,

celebrations for another life lived, anticipation of what is next to come.