Morning Meds; 11 6 18
When some of my old familiar reactions start reappearing, my familiar reaction is to dig in and fight, but I’ve found that a steady attempt to send love and acceptance toward them, brings much better results.
We learn to accept and love others by practicing on ourselves.
Self criticism and anger will bring more of the same, love will always bring love.
This is from a new page I added to the site. It’s from the dream garden. The introduction on that page might help to make sense of this post and maybe not. Have you ever tried surrounding yourself with silence and looked to see what you see with closed eyes? Hope you enjoy the imagery.
Morning Meds; 11 5 19
Have you ever seen the silver lake that sets on the tip of a Taoist star, nestled into one of its hollowed-out points?
It’s just beyond the expanse of darkness, where the silence screams so loud you can’t hear a sound and the blackness illuminates all.
I’ve glimpsed it once, led to it down the pathway of a dream.
Dream…
Two shadow dogs, black and huge, walked through the bushes bordering the northern edge of my yard.
I watched them advance across the lawn to where I stood by the trunk of my car.
The one farther east veered to my right and paced back and forth circling, I heard a faint growl, its eyes remained fixed upon me.
The dog to the west came right up to me and stopped, his muzzle even with my pants pockets.
He wasn’t a Pit Bull, he wasn’t a wolf, his head was wide, his shoulders thick, his eyes stared back into mine.
I slowly reached out my hand so he could sniff it.
I felt helpless, afraid, wary, I knew I was no match for the strength I felt.
The black dog stretched its nose forward to smell my hand.
Then before I could move, he clamped onto it.
I felt pain and pressure.
I knew there was no way I could loose myself from his bite.
I stood frozen, afraid to move.
Then I realized that I was not bitten, I was being held.
His teeth had not pierced my flesh and despite all appearances, I suddenly knew I was safe.
I woke with a start.
……..
If you’re a dreamer, dreams like this are priceless.
My dreams, I think everyone’s dreams, contain information from dream guides.
They paint messages with symbolic pictures to lead you to what you need to know.
Dreams contain doorways if you know to look for them.
After you wake, write them down, not only the events, include the furniture, accents, doors, stairways, directions, east, west.
First chance you get, meditate on the dream, revisualize what you saw.
Meditative visualization.
The black dog took my hand so he could lead back through the bushes where they entered, that was the doorway, I followed.
Continuing, we came to a large bowl sitting on a pyramid, filled with a silver liquid.
It looked like molten solder or mercury.
I sat down, gazing at it, the two dogs sat down beside me.
I knew that was all I was going that morning.
Next meditation.
Back through the bushes, the silence of meditation gathers, the soothing blackness opens.
A massive lake, silver and still, shimmering in the silence.
The pyramid is now the tip of a huge star.
A star as big as a galaxy, the lake the size of solar system.
The lake is setting in a hollowed-out point.
For me, the lake represents one of the five elements from Taoism.
The feeling generated by this are similar to an experience I had in a past life regression.
In the regression I was seated in a sandy southwestern desert.
I looked across the sands, watching the heat rise in rippling waves.
I was at complete peace with myself and that world.
The rippling waves were pure energy. Why all this information?
Is this lake a real place?
Probably not, but to me it is the location where the energy of the five Taoist elements swirl as one.
A place of synchronized chaos, a symbolic representation of the infinite power of Source.
A place I can visit and marvel at the infinite possibilities.
Dreams are a gift from Source, cherish them.
Cherish the moments that you are loved enough to be visited.
Morning Med; 11 5 21
The silence in meditation
restores your soul.
Its peacefulness heals.
Morning Meds; 11 5 18
The spiritual journey, it seems, is not for the faint of heart.
Once you feel even the slightest taste of home, homesickness can make your heart feel faint.
Feeling home, removes the fear of being lost.
Feeling home, makes one realize that we are already and always are home.
For me, mine began when I was taught, I was lost, only to find that I never even left the house.
It is a good thing to know.
Morning Meds; 11 4 19
If you must hide
who you are to fit in,
it’s not a good fit.
Let your light shine.
We’re all beautiful.
Morning Meds; 11 4 21
To step back through the doors of memories blocked,
they’re not lost.
To return to the knowing of who and what we truly are,
in the present tense.
To feel again the indescribable,
contact with unconditional love.
To realize that realization is a completion point,
it creates a new beginning.
To know what we knew before you came into this world,
memory restored.
The mantra,
“I know what I knew before I came into this world.”
Can make for a remarkably interesting journey.
Morning Meds; 11 3 18
We often fear the things we haven’t learned to appreciate.
Morning Meds 11 3 20
Have you faced the mirror?
Have you gazed into the windows to your soul?
Past the condensation of personal bias?
Beyond the depth of comfortable observation?
Deep within to the who and what you are?
We humans are beautiful creatures once we wipe away the clouds of comparison to other people’s opinions.
Past preconceived conditions.
We are light, there are no exceptions.
How are you, is always important.
How are you, is always a passing condition.
Who and what you are is eternal.
The greatest gift we can give ourselves is unconditional love.
Morning Meds; 11 3 19
The illusions we believe to be our steppingstones to our higher power, were placed before us for just that purpose.
As we make the journey, many of the stones dissolve back into vapor soon after their usefulness has passed.
Steppingstones converted to absolute truths become anchors, they can impede our imagined progress.
Just as many of our old beliefs fall away, likewise many of our new beliefs will also have to fall away.
Just like all the words in a paragraph are needed to convey a thought, no one word is of greater importance than all the rest.
It could very well be that the absolute truth is, that there isn’t one.
We just need a truth for ourselves to get us through the day.
May your truth for today bring you peace and may it bring compassion for all others.
Morning Meds; 11 2 19
We float above the sands of time, watching the mirage of our existence. In time we begin to realize that we too, are just a mirage. We are formlessness reflecting Consciousness.
Meditative Imagery 