Spinning My Wheels

Morning Meds, 11/2/24

Spinning My Wheels

Spinning my wheels in useless repetition.

Clutching beliefs inscribed into the handrail of a merry-go-round called time.

Not wanting to be flung into the dust of disappointment.

I cling in desperation.

These words must be true!

They are my salvation!

Salvation from what?

 It’s a question no longer asked.

If my soul is safe, and

this is but another turn on the wheel of life,

then the dangers, once currant, have passed.

I don’t await a judgement of final entrapment,

 nor fiery flames to punish improper intent.

No endless darkness of searing pain,

no torment from banished angels.

All that awaits is a continuance of my life

contained in a different bracket of rules.

 My consciousness expressed in a costume re-worn.

Resting again in a realm where beginning and end continually combine

in the warmth of non-existent time…

There are times, when after your fear of judgement has passed, that you still have the same knee-jerk reaction you once had when you feel your journey isn’t going as well as you prefer.

Understanding Humanness

Morning Meds 10/5/24
To continually search for an item in the wrong aisle of a store is a waste of time.
  Seth* proposes the belief that we create our own reality one hundred percent of the time.
  We see miracles as events that only the God’s can grant.
  Maybe we see so few because we are looking in the wrong aisle?
  Possibly miracles are a part of our human abilities to create realities?
  It could be that we have just surrendered our ability through a misunderstanding and a disbelief of what it truly means to be human?
  We are all one with our creator.

*(The Nature of Personal Reality.  A Seth Book. By Jane Robert’s)

Teetering on the Tooter

Morning Meds 10/4/2024

I teetered on the totter of my living beliefs.

Every time I scooched my rear,

my weight changed the incline.

Each time I moved toward the light

 brighter days appeared.

Each time I choose the dark

I leaned toward the night.

No choice is inconsequential.

Each choice affects our life.

So, as we teeter on the totter of our living beliefs

It is best for us to scooch toward the light.

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.

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.