Gift of Imagination

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Why is imagination our greatest spiritual gift?

There is nothing made by man that didn’t pass through our gift of imagination first.

It is our greatest tool of individuality for we create for ourselves based on our experiences.

If we are not satisfied with our creations we can always imagine change.

Fighting our creations creates struggles, to accept our handiwork as our handiwork allows us to alter our works of creativity.

If we want peaceful surroundings we must use peaceful means to create them.

It is always the energy beneath the form that animates it.

Andrea the Spider Dream

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Dew drops on a spider’s web shimmering on the morning light.

Moments preserved in time to be visited again.

Drops of energy hanging on their eternal strands,

the concentric rings of recorded events.

Guarded by a giant spider, menacing but true of heart,

her sworn purpose to preserve the experiences we create.

Morning event.

To watch a new dew drop form, not from the top down,

but rising from the bottom upwards to attach its conical top.

Not formed from energy outside

but flowing from within by the thoughts we are living.

Introduction

I meet this spider in the pursuit of a dream,

looking for the lady clothed in a grey mist.

She was standing just beyond the vail of physical form,

holding and offering me a small square box.

My footsteps echoed as I neared the vail, alone in a chamber of silence.

Stepping through the vail, she stood to my left a giant looking down.

and with her above my head a giant spider her fangs and eyes poised.

I stepped back, becoming aware that the floor and the vail were no more,

just a narrow balcony with no rails.

Only darkness behind, beyond, and below

and a spider as large as house.

She straddled the center of an intricate web permeating space,

with a network of shimmering dew drops dangled from its silver cords.

The light of lives or a moment preserved in time.

She spoke, “They are all yours, yours to explore, your continuing history to which you continually add.”

“Why the form of a spider?” I ask, “It frightened me.

You are big enough to eat me.”

She replies, “It is not the form that matters it is the energy beneath the form and the information it carries with it.

I best represent what you need to see.”

Standing on my solitary perch, I ask, “What do I need do?”

“Jump.” She replies.

The spider to me is Andrea, though names like forms don’t matter.

My personal sentinel suspended on strands of woven time.

Upside-down Funnel

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Searching within is like entering an upside-down funnel.

We begin to realize that what we have access to, is continually expanding.

Worlds within worlds, nesting dolls of possibilities each larger than the one before.

We are so much more that we were taught to believe and so much more than we can imagine.

Much like Alice’s trip down the rabbit’s hole.

Persistent Traffic

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Persistent traffic creates a rut of packed soil.
Persistent thoughts create a durable belief.
Our beliefs are how we choose to navigate our lives.
The statement, “I feel like I am in a rut,” may be a more accurate assessment of our thought patterns than we realize.
It is difficult to start a seed in packed earth.
Even if you fill the rut with fresh soil the hardpack beneath it will not allow the root to reach a depth that will allow survival in stressful times; often the hardpack needs to be broken up or removed.
We always have the choice of venturing onto a new path, one of our own design or even temporarily retracing the steps that others have provided.
Once you begin a new path no matter by whom it was created, it becomes your own, for it is our steps that clear the way.
It sometimes takes a while to see the path clearly and stressful times can detour your progress, but every time we challenge a belief that is no longer useful to us, we pick away at the hardpack and clear the way to a new path for ourselves.
Our ruts were created by choices, our way out of them is created in the same way.

Simple Prayer

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I ask these healing flames to heal my beliefs

from constraints and traps
to liberty and expansion.

From imposed restrictions to granted freedom.

From rules of earth to truths of spirit.

Not demonized humanity, but divine incarnations.

Not bound by present group beliefs, but liberated by beliefs from beyond the beyond.

Endless Sea of Time

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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

Imagining Better Things

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“Not much you can do about it.” Is a common refrain, it seems to be an echo of disappointment, physically this is often true.

But you can always imagine better things or imagine disappointments to be the start of something new.

A landslide reveals a hidden treasure site, or the loss of a job makes way for a better one.

Imagine a family members life improving,

Imagine a friend receiving a healing even if it is a gradual improvement,

Imagine a conflict with another softening or dissolving.

We create our reality and all of it begins with a thought, so do the things you can do, imagine better things and create anew.