Morning Meds; 10 3 18
Stroll through the landscapes of your own soul with the same appreciation you would give any other spectacle of nature.
The creative beauty of Source shines as bright in you, as it does in a galaxy of stars.
Category: spiritual imagery
Journeying through dreams and meditation
Oh!
Morning Meds; 10 2 21
Sitting to meditate, resistance felt, why?
Oh!
What a huge black orb I see.
A foreboding creature of fear.
A thinking cloud of no admittance
Blocking the peace I seek.
Oh!
It’s not a cloud as I supposed,
It’s a mirror I’ve placed in front.
All this blockage, trouble and fear
Is just a reflection of my thoughts.
If I move right, it moves left.
When turned, we remain face to face.
There seems to be no way to pass.
I wonder what I’ve missed?
Oh!
It’s looks to be just a shadow,
They often behave this way.
I know how to make it leave,
I can reach the peace I seek.
And in the quiet of meditation,
I softly shift my gaze,
Away from the impenetrable blackness
Towards the eternal light within my core.
The shadow disappears.
Oh!
If we look towards the light
As much as we can,
The less shadows block our path.
They are only lingering residue
From paths we’ve walked before.
Note to Self
While taking my morning meds; 10 2 18
Note to self:
If my world is merely a giant house of mirrors
reflecting my inner thoughts,
the phrase,
“l’m surrounded by idiot’s”
is not useful to me.
You can always monitor the health of your self esteem
by listening to your inner dialogue.
See and love yourself today like a newborn baby.
Self-criticism
While taking my morning meds; 19 2 19
Few things are more damaging than self-criticism.
Like a matador torturing a bull, the dance of damnation spins.
The raging bull attacks, the matador stabs,
the fury of it feeds the frenzy
like the cheers from the crowd.
Yet self-criticism is a solitary act, alone we accuse, prosecute and condemn.
Alone we are tried, convicted and punished.
Alone we fall prey to ourselves with no one to offer up a defence.
Recognizing our solitude reveals the insanity.
The insanity seen, opens the doorway to hope.
The doorway opened allows love to enter.
There is no accuser, beyond ourselves.
We are unconditionally loved.
Many of the man-made measurements of value are just that, man-made.
They can separate us from love, dampen our energy and drag us down.
If we are not thinking about ourselves in a loving way,
we are not thinking the thoughts of our originator.
We are unconditionally loved.
Treat yourself like a loved one.
Our Beliefs
Morning Meds; 10 1 21
The length and the breadth of the might of the Creator of All
can only be lessened by the narrowness of our beliefs.
Spark of God
Morning Meds; 10 1 18
The spark of God we search for is not outside of us.
The spark of God we search for is not within of us.
The spark of God we search for is us.
It seems the 1000 mile journey not only begins at our feet,
it also ends at our feet.
Careful Choices
Morning Meds; 9 30 21
We are not our thoughts,
but they create the world we see.
Through repetition of use
they become what we believe and
what we believe
becomes our truths.
We must carefully choose
which thoughts
we continually use. .
Watching the Wrong Show
Morning Meds; 9 30 19
I was taught that to reach our creator,
we need to soar to the heavens like a Star Trek episode,
only to learn its more like the movie,
Journey To The Center Of The Earth.
Bubbles
Morning Meds; 9 29 19;
We are like bubbles forming in the depths of the sea of Consciousness.
We fill and expand till buoyancy’s release.
We rise to the surface and burst into life.
Our consciousness drawn towards this world defined by contrast and comparison.
Before our surfacing,
we as orbs of energy,
are directionless,
no up, nor down,
no left, nor right,
no cardinal points to restrict us.
Tell me,
where is the front of a bubble?
We are free and unlimited.
The necessary and habitual restraints of our cloak of humanesss causes us to limit our potential.
Our core is infinite.
There’s no place else to go, but within.
Back to our original form
beyond the boundaries of our humanness.
Shadows Cast
Morning Meds; 9 29 21
Shadows upon shadows
beneath the reality we see,
cast by the lives we create.
Layered upon pryer realities
like strata in stone,
descending to the bedrock of our soul.
The greater the depth,
the closer our core.
Meditative Imagery 