Morning Meds; 3 1 20
Practicing formlessness meditations allow us to slip the bounds that surround us.
We temporarily can feel the freedom of who and what we truly are.
Once we see ourselves as formless, we begin to see that we are always what we imagine ourselves to be.
This realization opens the doorway to free will and the power of choice.
We are so much more than what we allow ourselves to be.
Formlessness helps to restore our memory.
Morning Meds; 3 1 19
I bet if we could view our lives as just moving energy, we would look a lot like a lava lamp crossed with a Tesla coil.
Morning Meds; 2 28 20
In a dinner conversation a friend of mine told me of his white-water rafting trip down the Royal Gorge.
I said something about hanging on to the raft, he corrected me and spoke.
“No, you don’t want to hang on, you need to keep paddling if you want to get through the rapids.”
In our sometimes-turbulent spiritual journey of realization,
hanging on can seem to be the right thing to do,
when the real solution is to keep on paddling till the waters still.
Let’s keep paddling,
we are all in the same boat.
Morning Meds; 2 28 19
The universe will open as many doors as we need opened, to get us to the point of realization.
We just need to keep on knocking.
Morning Meds. 2 27 19
Changing how you evaluate something, changes its effect/energy.
Learn to cherish your faults, imperfections, and shortcomings, without them we would never learn forgiveness, compassion and unconditional love.
Treat yourself like a loved one.
Never talk worse to yourself than you would a stranger.
Morning Meds; 2 27 20
Gratitude gathers the goodness around us so we can feel it in our heart.
Morning Meds; 2 27 22
But nullifies what proceeds it.
It can cancel dreams before they start.
…I can write, but I haven’t the time…
…I want a new job, but it’s hard…
…I can try, but I might fail…
You need to move your but!
…I might fail, but I can try…
…It’s hard, but I want a new job…
…I haven’t the time, but I can write…
Morning Meds 2 26 22
We may be our forebearers
reclad in flesh
and songs that seem new
are just echoes of what we sang before.
Carried back to us on ancient winds,
our songs returning home.
Songs we learned from nature’s spirit,
teaching us to trust our hearts.
Songs we sang with our own voice,
from a free and vibrant time.
Songs taught to us,
one on one,
we didn’t need a translator’s voice.
Returning now to set us free,
and to remind us of where we are from.
Morning Meds; 2 26 20
We can’t embrace change and expect things to stay the same.
Unfamiliarity always accompanies change for every doorway is both an entrance and an exit.
Morning Meds; 2 26 19
We must sift through our constructed illusions and delusions if we want to finally meet our true self.
It’s at our core, authentic, loveable, and whole.
Meditative Imagery 