Category: spiritual imagery

Morning Meds; 6 14 19

Sometimes our meditation seems to take us to the imagined boundaries of duality.

We can look past the mist and see that there is a homeland, where we are no longer divided.

There isn’t any, in us or out of us, there is only us.

We keep redefining our boundaries until we finally see that they have never really existed.

The beliefs we have used to contain ourselves are slowly discarded, the same way a child out grows their clothing.

We finally can stand naked and unafraid in the energy of unconditional love.

At some point we will believe our way through the mist.

Morning Meds; 6 13 20

Have you ever noticed that when you feel the most joyous, you have no fear? That is with the exception of challenging physical endeavors where excitement overrides logic.

Morning Meds. 6 13 19

I somehow have the Turkey Buzzard as a totem, would not have been my first choice, but they are an awesome bird.

I drive thirty-five miles to work. Twenty miles of it is a state two lane and the other fifteen is a county two lane.

I am on my way home I see a buzzard parked in my lane.

I was running about sixty mph, so I slowed down expecting him to fly.

I ended up having to slow to about 10 to 15 mph before he finally took off.

I didn’t see anything on the road for it to eat.

I think, well that’s different and cool and I toss up a thank you.

I thought it might be important.

When I got onto the better state highway and was running about sixty-five, I saw the car in front of me slam on its brakes and head onto shoulder. I start braking, while an oncoming semi swerves onto the opposite shoulder to let someone who was passing get clear of the car ahead of me.

Everyone missed each other thankfully.

There’s a good chance that if I hadn’t slowed down for the buzzard, I would have been ahead of the car that swerved onto the shoulder.

I had to ask myself, I wonder if the buzzard blocking my path kept me out of a bad wreck.

I think it did.

The universe conspires to help us.

Morning Meds; 6 12 19

I dreamt….

I saw this long rectangular sheet of what looked like slate standing on edge.

Something or someone started striking it.

Each blow broke a piece of it off.

It was struck around 5 or 6 times.

Finally, there was just a short, jagged piece left.

The strange part was that each time a piece broke off, I felt worse.

By the time the last piece was left, I felt awful.

I remember thinking to myself this is how I used to feel.

I am useless, lifeless, depressed, and hopeless.

I am a piece of shit.

(Sorry, that’s a very ugly picture and I now know it’s untrue)

I’m not sure what my purpose in this lifetime is exactly, but I do know that one of the things I need to do in this passage, is to overcome self-hate.

I’ve come a long way in the last few years.

I am very blessed.

It didn’t take too long, while meditating to get the meaning of the dream.

I had been asking for confirmation about some of the things I now experience often.

Are they real or what?

The feeling that it’s too good to be true.

How is this even possible?

It was like I was reminded of how awful I used to feel so I could compare it too now.

It was a call to gratitude.

Yes, it’s real, you are and always have been completely loved.

You are one with the creator of all.

Can’t get much better than that.

Sometimes we have to be reminded of the past to appreciate the now.

(Three years later, what is to good to be true, continues to be true.)

Morning Meds; 6 11 22

The silence in meditation is not the absence of sound, it is the presence of The Source of all Consciousness.

Morning Meds; 6 11 19

I wonder if the gift of faith is as easy as, “I choose to believe, I choose to receive.”

You don’t earn gifts, they are just given, maybe it’s part of the unconditional love package.

I think I’ll look into my core and see if it is in the fine print.

Oh, that’s right, there is no fine print with unconditional love.

Morning Meds; 6 10 22

If you are a dreamer, it is important to journal your dream.

For me, I believe that the line between our dream/spiritual world and our physical world is quite thin, it is only the width of a thought.

I have found that journaling allows us to cross reference dreams.

For instance.

The separation between the two states of dreaming and waking.

For a long time, I had rivers and streams of varying forms in my dreams.

I was always on the west side of each and was faced with the awareness that I needed to cross them.

In meditation I would imagine ways to accomplish that.

There came a time that I had dreams that I was on a bridge that didn’t cross the river instead it ran lengthwise with the river.

The land of everyday realities was on the south and my spiritual side was on the north.

I had a dream of driving home from work in my truck on such a bridge.

I have to cross the Missouri river to get home, so the river seemed familiar, but it had never been in its center.

Suddenly the bridge ended, and I plummeted over the end and did a nosedive into the river.

I kept saying in the dream, “brace for impact, brace for impact.”

The truck and I entered the water, and we sank.

I was suddenly surrounded by the silence of being under water.

I was still bracing, holding my breath and clutching the steering wheel.

In that silence I realized that there was no impact to brace for and still holding my breath, I swam to the surface as the current carried me downstream.

The day had changed into night, and I swam towards the northern shore.

There is more to the dream…

I have always been on the eastern or the northern side of the rivers ever sense that dream.

If I had not kept a journal, I wouldn’t have been aware of how the river was a repeating symbol in my dreams, for the dreams would have gotten lost in my daily shuffle.

Writing them down helps to lock them in.

I could go back through my journals and pinpoint the night I drove off the bridge.

Also, all the dreams with rivers contained a landscape that I could see across the river, I can now access those symbols through meditation.

They are in the journals.

I just take short notes, key figures and symbolism, landscape, direction.

I can’t type so I just scribble away.

I can go back to my scribbles and the dream will reawaken.

If you are a dreamer, find your way to journal your dreams.

They are gifts from beyond to help us navigate our lives.

Pleasant dreams.

Morning Meds. 6 10 19

The farther in we go, the more fantasy seems to be just a poor name for a reality we haven’t visited yet.

The universe continually expands within us.

Morning Meds; 6 9 22

Imagine yourself to be a particle of light and soon you’ll realize you’re not imagining, you are reminiscing.

Morning Meds. 6 9 19

I recalled lying on our trampoline with one of the grandkids looking at the stars.

Messing with him a bit, I told him that they weren’t really stars, that in fact, there was a huge blanket up there and God poked holes in it so he could look down to make sure we were all right.

It was God’s light that was shining through all the holes.

As we view our dimensional illusions of reality here, we are the holes that let the light shine through.

Each of us are portals of light.

We light this dimension with our eternal oneness.

The more light we let in the brighter our world becomes.

Project your life of light today.