Tag: dreams

Morning Meds; 2 4 19

In the stillness of subdued thought, we can hear our essence speak.

Morning Meds; 2 3 22

I dreamt I was running.

I was watching myself run, knowing it was me, running up a soft hill through someone’s backyard.

Reaching the front of their yard, I turned east onto a sidewalk.

Flash, I see the same scene again, across the yard, up the hill, the eastern turn.

I realize that this is at least the third time I have repeated this trip.

I feel a determination to get past this point and not repeat it again.

The scene changes, I am looking north up a steep hill, maybe sixty degrees incline one hundred and fifty yards to the top.

The hill is covered with small trees, but right in front of me is a fresh cut path three to four feet wide straight to the top.

The path covered with the stubble of the cut trees, each about three inches above the ground.

The stubble is straight cut more like they were sawn than chopped.

A small ditch from erosion scars the center of the path, but no water is flowing down.

I thought, I will have to watch out for poison ivy and leaned forward to take the first step of towards jogging up the hill.

There are times in our life when it seems like we are not making any progress.

The dreaded rut becomes our accustomed route.

Winters pass slowly for me; I am always grateful for spring.

It is refreshing to know that new routes have been made available.

Even more refreshing to be shown through a dream.

We are unconditionally loved always.

Morning Meds; 2 3 20

Without an ending, there could be no beginning.

The discomforts of change we experience, are just us passing through doorways.

Just beyond their threshold the growth of new discoveries awaits.

Trust in the process, helps us not to cling to the door jambs.

Morning Meds; 2 3 19

Old energy we’ve carried since childhood can take on a life of its own.

It’s been with us so long that we’ve come to believe it’s us, but it’s not, it’s just an unwanted accessory we are accustomed to carrying.

When we recognize it for what it is, it can no longer hide.

Once exposed we can gratefully let it go and escort it out of our lives.

Those persistent trouble areas in our lives that seem so hard to shake are not the true us.

They are often only lingering old pains; we weren’t allowed to release.

The true us is 100% liberated happiness.

Morning Meds:2 2 19

It’s

Our dream

Our incarnation

Our life

Our beliefs

Our choices

Our decisions

Our history

Our lifestyle

Our results

Our emotions

Our intentions

Our health

It’s

Our responsibility to take responsibility for all the moments that created this moment.

It’s

Our choice to choose change, if we don’t, then who will?

Each moment our choices tip the scale,

Each moment we decide

if we are a victim or a victor.

Surround yourself with love, it opens the doors to change and wakes us to new beginnings.

Taking responsibility is not a punishment,

it returns our life back to its rightful owner,

Ourselves.

Morning Meds; 2 2 20

When we feel we don’t fit in, it seems easier to try to stand out, either position is uncomfortable. We all fit perfectly into the puzzle of the universe.

The sandpaper needed to soften the edges and remove the obstacles to feeling at peace and in place, is labeled “I love me.”

The more we practice unconditional love towards ourselves, the more the illusion of separation will disappear and the more we can see how we fit into the beauty of the universe.

Look yourself straight in your eyes and tell yourself, “I love me.”

You know, you would just be repeating what Source says to us all the time.

…. I have been doing this my grandchildren for a few years while holding them in front of a mirror. It is my hope that they will retain the experience and it will help them to love themselves more. We say I love you, pointing towards each other, then pointing towards ourselves we say, I love me. It’s good for one’s soul.

Morning Meds; 2 2 22

Dreams speak in the language of symbolism. What we see in a dream may appear as fantasy or unrelated, but what it represents is real to us. Concepts and thoughts are often defined by shapes or forms. These forms are symbols that have aspects that communicate with our belief systems. Some forms seem to be universal with most people, but each thing we see or experience in a dream is as personalized as our DNA. What something means to one person may have a different meaning to another.

If meditation is something you have incorporated into your life, you can reimagine the dream while meditating and see deeper into the symbolism you encountered. You can use what you learn as a means to work through different aspects of your life.

Happy dreams.

Morning Meds; 2 1 20

As we walk through doors to new truths, the atmosphere on the other side may require a period of acclimation, before we can catch up with the changes within.

Morning Meds; 2 1 20

We grow into our beliefs like an insect.

Our outer shells can no longer contain the change.

Our expansion forces our protective covering to shed, a new vulnerability often remains.

With each shed, our eyes reopen, to see beyond the skins we wear.

Beneath our old facade lies a new us, ready to grow and shed again.

We strip away the facade of limitations, woven with fibers of fear.

We glimpse of light that glows within; we see past the boundaries we’ve made.

Boundaries erected by limited beliefs, constructed of faulty conclusions.

We see into our core for the first time and see its eternal glory.

We begin to see what we didn’t see before.

The creative energy of a single thought, the eternal evolution of our soul.

We realize that we all are One, One with the All in All, dancing in a masquerade ball.

Morning Meds 2 1 22

The barrier of

I Can’t

Is breached through the door beneath the inscription,

I’ll Try

and it always opens into the land of

Now, I Am.

The realm of

Perfectionism

is filled with anguished souls lamenting,

“I’ll never do it well enough.”

While in the realm of

“I’ll Try My Best.”

people busy themselves with activities.

See your attempts at something new as if you’re an infant learning to feed oneself.

New beginnings are often messy and seldom pretty, but there is no other way.