Category: Meditation

Please Be More Real

Morning Meds; 4 7 23

I asked my guides for a dream that helped me to see them as more real instead of a just a spiritual presence.

I worked as a maintenance man for twelve years before I retired. I worked with mostly the same crew of around seven people.

Dream.

I am back to work and we are moving a stack of six foot folding tables. They are stacked on end, which is not normal, and we are removing them because they are blocking a door and this will let us get into a room to the south. (present physical life)

Barry is in a hurry to get it done.

We clear the doorway and the room is a mixed bag of debris, some trash and some things we can keep.

Most the crew is there and we busy ourselves with the task. Most the unneeded things are piled to the north-west corner of the large room.(spiritual past)

In the very center of the room looking south we have cleared everything except for three lines or paths of shipping envelopes of a variety of sizes and they are filled with parts that we will need.

To the north center there is a pillar and a short table with a few items on it. The door we cleared is in the background.  I can’t make out what they is on the table. In following the dream I know it represents my meditation altar or table.

There are a few things to the east,  (future) but nothing that stands out. We had finished the job and I am looking at the table to the north as I wake up.

In following the dream my guide reminded me of when I was working the crew I was with are some of the best people I know. Everyone was willing to help each other, if someone was to do a job it got done. They were fun to be around. I was told that my guides are just as real and competent as the human crew I worked with. All I had to do is what I thought my job was and they would take care of theirs.

The three lines of new parts I think is my three creative interests at this time.

Ceramics,  writing, and BQH.

 This dream came the morning of a past life regression I experienced April first.

I will post something about it soon.

My guides did everything they know how to do all I had to do is show up and enjoy the ride.

It was amazing, some of the images were as real as a dream state.

Thanks.

Andrea the Spider Dream

Morning Meds 12 26 22

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

Morning Meds; 12 16 22

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.

Bag of Depression

Morning Meds; 10 23 22

For those of us who have suffered from depression or still are, the world can become a dark place.

It makes it nearly impossible to see hope.

We often stand in the center of paradise with a black bag over our head and wondering why our world isn’t going better for us, it seems impossible to lift the bag and free ourselves.

All the while the light of our essence burns within calling us to look inside so we can find, touch, and feel the warmth of our eternal light.

It is a few breaths away, at the edge of slowed thoughts, at the place were silence starts to thicken like a morning mist.

Behaviors Do Not Define Us

Morning Meds; 10 5 22

An action or a behavior never defines who or what we are, it only reflects what we believe about ourselves or others.

We are first and foremost divine creative spirits of light experiencing the challenges of being human.

We find ourselves as we look within.

Breath

Morning Meds 10 3 22

Breath is a transmittal gateway to change in the human expression of form.

We breathe in new life and expell that which has served its purpose.

The stream of thoughts slow,

The churn of stress recedes,

The clarity of what we are rises.

We are one with the Creator Of All at our core.

Breath reconnects us to the realization that we can never be disconnected.

We are always what we were before we came into this world.

When we exit this world we will remain what we have always been.