Tag: emotional healing

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.

Opening Doors

Morning Meds 10/6/24


We are a bundle of energy masquerading as a human, first and foremost.

We are often greater than our actions reveal.

Impervious to the true magnitude of our being, we struggle unaware of what lies within.

We often cling to impenetrable doubts instead of welcoming new beliefs that open the doors to new opportunities and growth.

To experience something new, it is necessary to open your mind to the possibility that the new thought might be useful to you.

We are always one with the Creator of All.

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.

Dream, A Visit from Shiva?

Morning Meds 4 22 23

Dream…


I am a teenager in a large open house with a few other people and I am gleefully ripped on acid.

(It has been a long time ago, but some memories linger)

There is not a lot going on in the dream. I am just wandering around feeling wonderful.

I think to myself, “God, I love this stuff!”

I ran into a dream friend of mine that usually appears as a black giant. I am startled to see him. I confirm a healing he brought to me a long time back. We exchange a few words.

I look out the south front door and there are a small group of young people sitting on the grass watching others act out scripts. It is reminiscent of the school the movie Billy Jack was centered around. (1971)

Some people I didn’t know entered from the southwest and I thought I had woken from the dream.

I lay on my back looking towards the wall of the bedroom and I see some images start to form. They were faces changing their features and then they turned into a cross between a stag deer and a dragon.

It shifted again and became a huge cream-white bull. Its head must have been at least six feet long and its horns extended wider than the bedroom walls.

A white patch appeared on his forehead where a third eye would be and started to glow. The whole bedroom was lit up like daylight.

When the image faded I got up to go to the restroom and the room was still light, when I came back the room was pitch black as a room should be at 11:23 at night.

I am not sure when I was actually awake…

This is the second dream where I wasn’t sure if I was awake or asleep and there was a presence in the room.

I think the acid trip was the easiest way to show an altered state.

The black giant was there to confirm how I was doing with healing.

The bull could represent the Deity Shiva from Hinduism because of the third eye.

It is the best I have felt when I woke up in years.

Gifts from beyond.

Altered Perspective

Morning Meds; 10 25 21

Situations and events happen in our lives that cannot be undone and whether by choice or when those choices were made, we may not know.  

That leaves us with our perspectives and our incessant need to label things.  

In this picture, are you the tree or the vine? 

Which is the event and which is the reaction to the event? 

Both of these expressions of living energy are affected by the other and there is no way to undo what has happened.  

One can choose to see oneself as the tree, which is being choked out by the vine or  

one can see oneself as the vine that has used an event as an opportunity to reach greater heights. 

We can label our experiences as we see fit.

I have a thousand eyes

Morning Meds; 10 17 21

Our mental consciousness is like a head with a thousand eyes.

Which eye we choose to focus with sees a different place.

The eyes are like a thousand doors to anywhere and the door we pass through is always a personal choice.

The views we see through any eye is created by our beliefs and the doors we choose to pass through is because it leads to where we believe we need to be.

Creative choice is always ours, for our thoughts creates our worlds.

When we decide to see through a different eye or try a different door, we open up infinite possibilites and can go to wonderful places, the places of our wildest dreams.

Sit in quiet communion with your soul and from this silence a newness is formed.

We begin to see the vastness of unlimited choice and how to make it our own.

We are a formless glimmer of creative Consciousness and from this formless glimmer our experienced realities are born.

Two Posts

These are posts from two years apart that sound like a complete contradiction, maybe a bit of explanation would be helpful.

Most of these posts are what I needed in my life at their time of arrival. I started sharing them in hopes that others struggling with similar things could utilize them too.

The first (2018) deals with events from my present lifetime that I have/had drug along with me.

Events in our life can come to define us if you lock into them. They can become like a costume we wear and the emotions of that costume can swallow up the possibilities of change.

Sometimes it can be difficult to free ourselves once we have clothed ourselves in a certain way. We say “This is just how I am.” and with that declaration we pencil out many other possible choices.

That’s why, I’ve noticed, that these morning post are so repetitive in regards as to where we focus our thoughts. Repetitive thoughts don’t offer us a lot of new opportunities.

As we change our thoughts about ourselves and our percieved world, we can slowly nudge our life in a different direction.

The second post ( 2020) deals with the possibility of past incarnations. I choose to believe them to be valid experiences. I base that on my personal experience and on the work pioneered by Delores Cannon and the many practitioners that have helped people access this information. Of course Buddhism and Hinduism have embraced this belief for centuries.

Practitioners believe that many of our present life struggles are unresolved issues from prior incarnations. Similar to a spiritual memory or comparable to spiritual DNA. Once readdressed the issue in this lifetime often fades away.

I don’t know if it is a proveable phenomena, but I personally have found it to be life changing for myself and for others. Thanks.

Dragging stuff along

Morning Meds; 10 17 18

It is important to address past hurts and experiences, if they seem to be impeding our growth,

but a preoccupation with the past can rob us our future.

It dulls our appreciation of the endless nows we are passing through.

A fixation on ones past, is like trying to complete your spiritual journey while walking backwards.

So much of our growth is learning to let things go, so we are no longer holding ourselves in place.

Embers

Morning Meds; 10 17 20

Strewn along the path of our imagined personal journey lie the living embers of lives once lived.

These embers contain lessons learned and are always available to be taken in hand, blown upon with conscious intent and rekindled into flame.

The warmth of their fire, the aroma of their contents and the energy they contain can be reexperienced.

No reason not to make the best of every opportunity afforded to us.