spiritual imagery – Page 6 – Meditative Imagery

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.

Swing the Scythe

Morning Med; 12 28 22

We always hold two ropes in our situations of now.

One to the past with the memories of what our beliefs have brought.

One to the future with the hopes of what our dreams might bring.

They are connected by the stands of thoughts we have used to weave our ropes.

If we weave a rope with the memories of what we didn’t want,

they will create the same outcomes.

Old beliefs can be like invasive vines always reaching wanting to continue.

Sometimes we must swing our scythe of “I’ve had enough!”

and sever the old vines as fast as the reappear.

They can only root in our now situation for only it is alive.

The past is memories, and the future is hopes or fears.

We have the ability to thrive within us and

through Consciousness we can create the future we desire.

When you sever beliefs, it is important to be kind to yourself.

You are not the belief; you are just the one who believes it.

Separating it from yourself sets you free from its grasp.

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.

Dealing With Transitions

Morning Meds 12 24 22

You can’t complete something without beginning something new.

Sometimes the transition period between the two can be turbulent and unsettling.

It is easy to lose track of our inner self and the realization that our interior is always connected to infinite wisdom.

Despite the discomfort often it provides the opportunity to face our resolve and recommit to our dreams.

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.

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.

Stop Comparing

Morning Meds 12 10 22

If we always compare what we are receiving with what we were taught, it is difficult to change our beliefs.

At some point must choose to believe that the new we are receiving is valid.

We will always stay at the same place if the new must fit into the parameters of the old.

An Old Soul

Morning Meds; 12 2 22

“They’re an old soul.” They say disregarding our eternal state of being.

For we all are eternal, animated consciousness masquerading as humans.

Eternal shimmers of consciousness,
connected chips off the old block.

It may be that they are not older than any other.

They may just have a milder case of spiritual amnesia and are closer in touch with their eternal memories whether they realize it or not.

“I know what I knew before I came into this world.” can be a delightful mantra.

Holding Faith in Your Hand

Morning Meds; 11 27 22

Dreams speak to us in symbols, when we see something in a dream, we know that it represents information about a certain subject.

I wonder if we could do the same with faith.

What are you wishing to create for yourself or another?

Faith has no religious preferences it is just a substance that brings thing into being.

I have always found it interesting that the Bible refers to faith as a substance, “The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.” (Heb. 11:1)

It sounds as if we could hold faith in our hand.

Thoughts are a form of energy and so are emotions, faith is the imagined physical substance of what you wish to create.

For me, I often have things I wish to see manifested in my life, but at the same time I don’t have a concrete image of what it would look like, all I have a foggy dream.

This morning I asked myself, “If what I wanted and all that is necessary to obtain it, were shaped into a single form what would it look like?”

If I wanted to be a successful writer and the whole dream of that was shaped into a something that I could hold in my hand, how would it look and what would it be?

If we could imagine that form, we would have a tangible form that represents our desires that we could hold in our hand, more importantly our heart and head.

If we have it in the completed form we can look within it for clues, ideas, methods, insights, plan revisal’s and a place to add more of the substance of faith.

The effort to imagine the best symbol activates the wheels of clarity as we attempt to define how success would appear for each of us.

Here are some random thoughts on faith if we see faith as a substance or a tangible energy instead of a concept.

Faith is a shapeshifter shifting from one manifestation to another.

Faith is the portal from one reality to another.

Faith is the substance that allows matter to form.

Faith is a substance that gathers your hopes in their concentrated form, just like a seed contains the form of a plant and all the necessary knowledge that it needs to grow.

Hold faith in your hand and look inside for within is your mature dream in its embryotic form.

Faith is pixie dust, sprinkle it on your dreams.

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.