Tag: choices

Acknowledging the Silence

Morning Meds 9/30/24

I acknowledge the silence of All There Is.

It rises in my soul,

Louder than the roar of confusion.

I acknowledge the Silence

Of molecules paused in flight,

Each anticipating the presence of God.

I do see an ugly place.

A place of no saving grace,

A place of impossible change,

For it seems the choice is not my own.

Now I hear the whisper that quiets my soul.

It’s always there when I search within.

“I do see the waste of effort that uncertainty has brought

When you doubt what is possible from your heart.

Search deep, but do not look for things to fear.

Look for the things that you hold dear.

These are the strengths of your soul,

the loving parts that will endure.

Strengthen your foundation,

don’t tear it down.

Healing lies in love for self.

Power lies in love for others.

Healing is a permission given

It is not a gift withheld, when you feel unforgiven.

You are the one you wish to be

Otherwise, you would wish to be another.

We return to what we are,

That is our journey on this ball of soil.

The distractions only remind us of

what we know ourselves to be.

Look down and see the ball of light you are.

Look down and see the free soul you have become.

Look down and see the battles you no longer fight.

Look down and see how you are me

And I am you.

We are just another spark of creative essence creating realities.”

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.

Memories From Our Eternal Future


Morning Meds 10 27 24

Fun thought during my morning meditation.


I have been meditating on the concept of simultaneous time as a healing technique.


Simultaneous time represents the notion that there isn’t anything other than “now”, and everything is happening at this precise moment.


I am trained in a past life regression technique practiced by a group called Beyond Quantum Healing. (BQH)


In our sessions, we always ask for our clients’ future selves to bring healing to the client.


With that in mind, this is what I received this morning.


“The struggles you are experiencing now are the memories of the enlightened being you are now.
There is no reason to fear.

They are memories from our eternal future that are changeable with every choice we make.”


We can always look back at something we have overcome and be grateful for growth. This was just a view from farther down the road.


We are already what we wish to be, and we are where we are hoping to go in our spiritual journey. We just need to remember it.


The best we can envision ourselves to be in the future is but a memory of ours from a place we can’t even imagine yet.


There isn’t anything else, but now.

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.

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.

Persistent Traffic

Morning Meds; 12 6 22


Persistent traffic creates a rut of packed soil.
Persistent thoughts create a durable belief.
Our beliefs are how we choose to navigate our lives.
The statement, “I feel like I am in a rut,” may be a more accurate assessment of our thought patterns than we realize.
It is difficult to start a seed in packed earth.
Even if you fill the rut with fresh soil the hardpack beneath it will not allow the root to reach a depth that will allow survival in stressful times; often the hardpack needs to be broken up or removed.
We always have the choice of venturing onto a new path, one of our own design or even temporarily retracing the steps that others have provided.
Once you begin a new path no matter by whom it was created, it becomes your own, for it is our steps that clear the way.
It sometimes takes a while to see the path clearly and stressful times can detour your progress, but every time we challenge a belief that is no longer useful to us, we pick away at the hardpack and clear the way to a new path for ourselves.
Our ruts were created by choices, our way out of them is created in the same way.

Choosing to Enjoy

Morning Meds; 12 3 22

We often sacrifice our joy of living when we lament our present experience while wishing it to be another.

Choosing to enjoy our present moments despite our preferences allows the joy of the present to become pleasant memories.