Category: spiritual imagery

Journeying through dreams and meditation

States of Realities

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Traveling through translucent states of variables of reality we squander our wealth here on earth.

Precision and accuracy in our beliefs can pinpoint our state of being and allow us to stay centered.

We are not frail dried leaves blowing in the wind, we are anchored to All There Is, which is steadfast, sure and always at hand, for we are One.

We can focus our intention on where we wish to be, see it as where we already are and let the state envolop us.

When we begin to see what we wish for as already obtained it transforms future into now and now is the moment when everything is created.

Catching a Pinstriped Seal Dream

Morning Meds; 1 20 23 Entering a pool of clear water in a small flat boat past a large outcrop of stone that split the stream. The scenery was similar to the streams in south Missouri and the Smoky Mountains in the eastern U.S. To the south, stood a tall cliff with a ledge of stone shoreline at its base and large metal dock that could rotate towards the north to block the river feeding the pool. The fan blade shaped dock was running the length of the shoreline in an open position resting against the stone ledge. Maneuvering the small flat pontoon like boat past the stone in the stream and over to the northern edge of the pool, I told someone that I wanted to show them something. I tied a lightweight fishing line loaded with bait to the edge of the boat and readied myself to lower it into the water. The deep, clear deep pool was filled with fish as far as could see, many of them looking straight up towards the surface. Seeing a very large one I lowered the bait straight into its mouth. It didn’t fight or struggle, but just sucked it in and instead of fighting it swam up to the edge of the boat and jumped onto the deck. To my surprise it changed into a large pinstriped leopard seal.  Thin yellow stripes ran the length of its body and by its size I thought it was a Leopard Seal, but the markings were wrong. It hung there on the side of the boat half out of the water with its top half on the deck and its tail flippers still in the water. It smiled at me and with a slight jerk of its head it snapped the line. I felt bad that I had caught him with a hook. End of dream. Looking up seals they are considered in most cases to be a lucky creative sign. Yellow being the only thing in color, speaks of emotions.

Mapping locations

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Mapping the locations of locations in the locationless sea of Consciousness

Where portals open to anywhere and everywhere?

Where things that can’t exist do?

Where the only compass to guide you is your morality?

Where imagination natures beyond childish to adult?

Where concepts become things, thoughts walk and words live as entities?

Where the energy unseen, is seen and heard?

Where the constraints of size don’t exist?

Where the laws of physics dissolve?

Where direction is meaningless?

Where oceans exist within oceans and mountains float within Clouds?

Where lowlands of swamps and inhabitable deserts coexist with Utopia and Paradise?

Where time can become water or solidify into crystals of sand?

Where our form can shift and meld with a thought?

Where we can be what we are by being what we are not?

Where we learn we are not what we thought we were?

Where we realize we are much more than we were taught?

Where the extremes of duality reach to infinity yet can merge into a single spec of emptiness?

Where we realize that we are but a shimmer of Consciousness?

Where love and hate, light and dark, good and evil congeal as one?

Where we realize that separation is a fluke?

Where we catch a glimpse of Lao-tzu’s Tao, the Buddhists Beyond the Beyond, Hinduisms Brahma, the “In the beginning God”, Seth’s All There Is?

Where mankind’s attempts to describe the indescribable stand and point into infinite space saying “There is so much more.”

Where all Energy formed and unformed dance at our fingertips for all eternity.

Where we search for the home, we never left?

The locations of locations in the locationless sea, is just a step of focused intent beyond what we thought was real.

Once the glass between them is broken or the vail is parted or we follow a living whim, we are altered in a profound way.

We realize that the perceived boundaries we have used to shape our world are as frail and as illusionary as those within the locationless sea.

Every Now Has a Y

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We spend all our imagined time in the state of now, everything else is the past remembered or a future imagined.

Everything is affected by this, even our majestic mountains are constantly existing in a state of now and are constantly being affected by the now of everything else.

Mountain’s crumble, worn down by change above and the push from beneath.

Everything that we are aware of exists in an atmosphere of constant change.

What directs our human spiritual, physical, mental and emotional now is our beliefs and intent.

Every now has in it an inflection point where we have the ability and the right to direct change.

 We are granted freewill, but most of us have been raised in a world that stress limitations and stagnant rules.

We tend to let these direct our life as if by default instead of customizing our intent.

An inflection point in geometry is the point where a straight line begins to curve or change direction.

We are always at this point because we are always at the point of now, in a since we never move, our world moves past us and our stationary point of now.

Our now always has a “Y” or an inflection point where we can choice a different path or if that is too much to believe, we can at least slightly bump our lives towards the direction of our desires.

Our beliefs affect this the most, but we can always use our gift of now to change them.

Intent is the pointer that guides our choices and intent will always override history.

History is just a reference file to see how we have been using our now.

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

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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.

Lingering Limps

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Emotional pains don’t heal in the same matter as physical challenges.

When a pulled hamstring has recovered the pain is gone and you no longer limp.

When we think back to the incident, we remember the pain with less intensity.

Emotional hurts differ, each time they are remembered they are reborn, and we are affected in the same way.

Our responds to our inevitable visits can become a pattern of response behaviors, sort of an emotional limp.

It is not bad, just a part of the healing process just like favoring a sore leg.

The healing of an emotional hurt requires time and self-love and acceptance of our state of healing.

We can tell when we are starting to heal when we realize that we are revisiting the hurt less often and we linger less.

The real healing is when we realize that after we leave, we no longer respond in the same pattern as we did before, and we begin to lose our emotional limp.

Finding Silence

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To Know that an ocean of blessings is only a thought or a change in perception away and feeling that you can’t find the combination to open the lock can be frustrating.

But it is better to know that it is just a matter of persistence introspection and alterations of beliefs before the door swings open, than to be in the that place of hopelessness where there isn’t even door.

Deep within the silence of our souls there is peace.

It is beneath the waves of self-doubt and endless malicious judgements.

Beneath the thick blanket of numbness and emotional paralysis

Beneath the cloud of “Why try?” and the fog of fear that says, “It will only happen again.”

Our silence can be found in different ways; one is a walk in nature, another in meditation, some find it in the rhythmic feelings that comes with jogging.

The important thing is to find the silence and allow it to quite the din around us.

There are doors out of the fog, if you are too overwhelmed ask for help.

The world is filled with those who care.