Snowballing Consciousness

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A little speck of me, a spark of Consciousness.

A pinpoint of energy, a magnet of attraction.

A snowball rolling down a mountain gathering more of the same.

A concentrated mass of similar energy vibrating in harmony.

Small matters matter when they are no longer small.

The power of attraction always draws more.

What we start rolling can become hard to control.

We can’t go to war with ourselves, a divided house will fall.

Change the vibration of the spark that rolled, those things attracted will fall away.

New Year Resolution Request

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Help me choose to walk through the corridor between form and its reflection,

to the point of inflection,

to the now before inception,

to the fluctuating caldron of energy from which all things spring.

Let me learn to choose wisely,

to choose kindness over strife,

to choose love despite fear,

to choose the light above the shadows.

Goose Dream

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Short snapshot dream.

Looking out of my hallway window to the south towards a beauty salon.

This view is accurate with where I live.

At the east side of the beauty salon, I first see the silhouette of a full-grown goose. 

It stretched its wings one right after the other.

Then I see a silhouette of a child’s beginners bicycle rolling in front of her. 

End of dream.

When I followed the dream, I first thought about the goose and attempted to fly with it but was interrupted by thoughts of Mother Goose and the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg.

I think that is why there was a child’s bike; a bicycle is also a symbol of traveling on a journey.

When I went with the idea of these children’s tales, I saw myself as an ancient wandering traveler entering a city and strewn along the path were gold coins. I could pick up whatever I needed as I continued.

There wasn’t any sense of urgency to collect them, and it carried the feeling that whatever I needed would be provided.

I recently had a dream where I received three bars of gold about the size of bars of soap from out of a paper towel dispenser.

I interpreted that dream sequence as having to do with writing.

When I looked up what a goose means in a dream one interpretation was, “determination, purposeful movement, and being an able pilot for our life’s journey.”

It also said that when they used quills to write, a goose quill was considered the best.

Thought it was a fun fact because I would like to write some children’s books.

Cloud Removal

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Many people believe that to have a pleasant afterlife we need the gift of forgiveness.

To make our time on Earth more pleasant we need to give ourselves the gift of forgiveness.

Not forgiving ourselves creates a world clouded by shame.

This cloud hides all the wonderful traits we possess and creates unnecessary boundaries.

Our core is 100% Source energy.

With the cloud removed, we are free to be our true selves.

Sun Rise

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The sun appears to rise every morning to warm the earth.

It has continuously shone all through the night.

The light in our soul continuously shines

even when we don’t feel its warmth.

We are one with the light.

Shadow Boxing

Morning Meds; 1 8 23

It is easy to become so engaged in fighting the shadow of our corrugated dance that we forget that we are the one who created it.

We create our realities.

We can’t win fighting our shadow.

Balls of Possibility

Morning Meds; 12 27 22

Like a Christmas tree adorned with clear glass balls our future possibilities hang before us.

Every foreseeable and unforeseeable outcome suspended in time, waiting to form.

Each living possibility waiting to expand as it is directed.

Each event or thought birthed by us or those around us affect the contents of all the balls.

They continually adjust to the flurry of change.

Change is brought on by numerous events, but we tend to fixate on the most dramatic,

and fail to see the little changes that proceeded it.

Our future goals can seem to be unreachable.

It seems some dramatic huge event must happen to bring it to fruition.

Start making the little changes and all related possibilities in your possibility balls will change with it.

A steady process of changes in the right direction will allow the dramatic event to expand.

Thoughts are always the predecessor to change, a change in thought will affect more balls than by action alone.

Our Dreams Preserved

Morning Meds; 12 17 22

Transactions of commitments written on the clouds of time.

Our spoken words preserving a place for us to return to so we can accomplish our dreams.

We sketch our future with our thoughts, and shade and detail it with our choices, but no matter how we get diverted, the dream remains.

(A quotation from a Unity book)
“You can always begin again.”

Gaia’s Whisper

Morning Meds 12 15 22

The caterpillar tugged at the silken chord that it had spun within its form.

Steadily weaving a blanket of warmth to clothe him as he slept.

Gaia stopped to admire the work.

The caterpillar felt her presence and asked,

“How can I become a butterfly?
I don’t have a clue!

There must be so much to learn if I ever hope to fly and look at me, not a single wing.

I been working oh so hard, but I feel too tired to continue.

I’m sorry that I crawl so slow and that my wings won’t grow, but after a snooze I will get back at it.”


Gaia smiled some warn sun light down and whispered with her wind.

“It’s a natural process, it is not something you do, it will just happen.

You relax and take a little nap.

Soon, after you have rested from your struggles, you will get to stretch your wings and float upon my whisper.”



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.