Spiritual Archaeologists

Morning Meds 12 9 22

As we as spiritual archaeologists dig through our past, the tombs of past events need not be continually revisited if all that was needed to be done energetically has been done.

Unnecessary digging in old graves can cause a stink.

Our visits to the past are often more for closure than for resurrections, although both are possible.

If an old find keeps surfacing despite our attempts to release it, then sometimes the energy beneath the find may need to be addressed.

The event may have been a symptom instead of a cause, usually once the cause is addressed the symptoms no longer linger.

Chapters

Morning Meds; 11 20 22

Chapters in a story proceed another for a reason, each chapter prepares the reader for the next.

Often in life we wish we had arrived at our desired destination, but each chapter is a part of our journey.

It is the details that make a story interesting, without a variety of experiences we would not be the individual we are.

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.

Housekeeping

Morning Meds; 11 2 22

Changing beliefs is a like housekeeping.

It is easy to track in unuseful things, our broom is our emotions, how does this make me feel, is this trust or is this fear?


Trust, compassion and love uplift and bring calm, fear always stirs the pot.


Cleaning house is usually more of a process of discarding than of acquiring.


Sweeping out the undesirable is a matter of choice.

We are blessed with creative freewill, if fear lingers, we sometimes need to remove its source, it is often a stain like memory or teaching, sometimes we need to replace a belief completely, but it is always a freewill choice.

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.

Appreciation

Morning Meds; 10 19 22

Often it is not that we need something new, it is that we have neglected to appreciate the old.

Sometimes a careful inspection of the of the old reveals opportunities not yet explored and the answers to our questions hidden behind doors only partially opened.

With a heightened appreciation, gratitude, preservation and nurturing ensues.

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.