Tag: inner guidance.

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.”

Dream Visit from Saint Germain

Dream. 10-17-24

I asked for a visit from an Ascended Master.
Master Saint Germain 
Prelude.
  I don’t know if I have written about this before, but we have an old cassette stereo that will turn on by itself at night sometimes. It is not set to a station, so all you hear is static. I will come into my meditation room and see and hear that it is on. I have tried to make it happen to see if it is some sort of short, but I can’t physically make it happen. Cheryl and I always joke about our ghost.
  There are some other things, like two of our grandchildren waving to someone in an empty corner and hearing our names called when one of us is alone in the house. It gives you goosebumps, but it never seems menacing.
When I was feeling my worst with my treatments for throat cancer, I couldn’t sleep much longer than an hour at a time, so I would just sit in the meditation room until I felt I could fall back asleep.
  One night I woke up at 3:33, and it felt like there was someone or something in our bedroom. It was strong enough to be unsettling. I got up and made my way to the meditation room to sit a spell.
  The next night, when I woke up and went into the room to sit, the stereo was off. The stereo will take long pauses at times, but it has been active again. When I sat down, I looked up at the stereo, wondering why and how it turned on on its own. It immediately clicked on. (That will make for some goosebumps.) It has a clock on it that isn’t set to real time, but the time displayed was 3:33. I took this time to access whether it felt benevolent or malevolent, and all I felt was benevolent.
  I contacted a friend of ours who is a medium to ask her what she thought about it, and she said that it was a new avenue opening for me in some sort of mediumship. I have been meditating on that suggestion to see how it feels.
I used to get a poem or an object lesson every morning for a couple of years, but it dried up when covid blew through. I also used to get longer informational pieces that I thought were channeled, but I was afraid to post them because I thought they were too far out and also, I didn’t want to appear as something I am not. I think part of my throat cancer was the result of me not sharing what I was given. I was not speaking my voice.
  In my recent meditations, I have been asking for information or convincing nudges that could confirm that indeed I could be allowed to channel. I received a short piece of information alluding to inspiration coming from an ancient place where there are silver flames. I had never heard of silver flames.
  I have also been meditating on the belief that my Dream guides and my Spirit guides are as real as the air I breathe and are as real as my neighbors. The, too,  are living lives beyond my constant need for them.
  When I go to sleep, I always ask that mydreamm guides, Spirit guides, and the Ascended Masters will visit me in my dreams. 
As I did that the other night, I realized I wasn’t sure who all the ascended Master were, so I asked for a visit.  After this dream, I looked up silver flames and was led to this conclusion.
  Master Saint Germain is an ascended master. He is known for his silver violet flames. He is associated with the number 3:33.
He is “for those who hear the call to spiritual service to humanity and also provides the wisdom necessary to overcome selfishness in their lives.”
He was born in the in the early 11700s  This would explain his clothing in my dream.

His spiked hair symbolized flames.
He was thought to be a liar by people who knew him because he said he knew Christ and that he was 500 years old. This would explain another part of the dream.
  I hope the meaning of this dream is to show me I am being uncoupled from my past to pursue this new adventure.
  I think this dream was a visit from an ascended master. I didn’t know anything about Saint Germain prior to the dream, and I still do not understand some aspects of the first part.
Dream.
  When the dream starts, I am in a western town that I have never been to before, and I am given a cabin to stay in. As I am getting settled in, a man whom I don’t know comes to my door, and I decide to let him in. Right before I open the door, I remove something hanging from a hook beside the door. It turns out to be a fishing pole with a caught fish hanging on it. The end of the pole ends up over the man’s shoulder and is sticking out the door with the fish hanging down behind his head. Next, I see the head of a brown bear appearing behind him as if the bear were following him up the stairs. The bear is focused on the fish with his muzzle right beneath it. I am suddenly faced with the dilemma of figuring out how to get the guy into the house and not have the bear follow him in or hurt him or myself in some way. (My fear of channeling and the concept of fisher of men. Maybe.)
  Next, I am in bed. I am laying across it, and there is something stuck under the sheets, and I can’t get comfortable. I dig around and discover it is a pillow, and I remove it. I start to get up and realize the bed is about six feet off the floor. As I slide my legs out and get ready to jump down, I think, “I will join the army and not tell my family.” Then I realize that I am forty years old, so I won’t be joining the army. (Forty has been in my rear-view mirror for a long time.)
  Next, I am outside the cabin, talking to a stranger about the rodeo that is about to happen and about the fishing around the place. I told him I caught a six-pound fish here about two years ago. I started to say a twelve-pound fish, but I knew he would know I was lying. I was already lying about catching a fish two years ago. (I pride myself in being very honest, so this was really strange in the dream.)
Next, we talked about chihuahua dogs. (We were watching my sons chihuahua for a while this summer. ?)
I noticed a wire fence in front of me and that a couple strands of wire had been removed from the bottom run. I knew I could get through the fence if I crawled through the hole. (Usually, if I see a hole like this in a dream, I can meditate on it, and it opens up into a reverie. This is the first time I passed through one in a dream, even though I don’t recall crawling through.)
I must have crawled through because I was now in an open pasture area on the west side of a shallow stream. I was standing with someone whom I must have known. When he stepped into the shallow stream he disappeared through a tiny hole and I yelled to another person who was on the same side of the stream, that my friend had just fallen through a hole so small that I couldn’t throw a stone through it. I looked to the south down the stream and saw that the stream ran straight to the horizon line, but it was broken up into smaller sections by land masses like earthen bridges, these bridges forced the water to run underneath them every little bit.
As I looked down the stream, suddenly the section in front of me filled with water and in a blink, there stood a man about my height. His hair was spiked in sharp points, and his whole body and all his clothes were glowing silver. It was as if he was a living statue. His eyes glowed with the same silver gleam. He was dressed in a 17th century double breasted waist coat with a high collar. He wore knickers with ties at the knees. His silver socks disappeared into some button top shoes. I was a bit taken back by his appearance and because he was just an arm’s length away. I looked at him and repeated what I had said to the other man. “My friend fell through a hole so small you couldn’t throw a stone through it.”
He said back to me, “I believe you.” (I think this speaks of trust.)
The silver man was then behind me to the north and we were on the steel deck of what would be best described as a barge. I am not sure what it was. He was running towards me and was yelling “uncouple, uncouple, uncouple” Each time he yelled it, he would disconnect some type of chain fastening binders and throw in onto the deck of the barge. I could feel the stream and the land disconnect from the barge as if it was a separate unattached piece of land. There was never any image of the east which is always future for me. It was always just a foggy gray. The feeling of everything shifting under me woke me up.
For me, I was uncoupling from my past, and I was on a floating piece of land with a stream. A stream is always spiritual to me.

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.

Please Be More Real

Morning Meds; 4 7 23

I asked my guides for a dream that helped me to see them as more real instead of a just a spiritual presence.

I worked as a maintenance man for twelve years before I retired. I worked with mostly the same crew of around seven people.

Dream.

I am back to work and we are moving a stack of six foot folding tables. They are stacked on end, which is not normal, and we are removing them because they are blocking a door and this will let us get into a room to the south. (present physical life)

Barry is in a hurry to get it done.

We clear the doorway and the room is a mixed bag of debris, some trash and some things we can keep.

Most the crew is there and we busy ourselves with the task. Most the unneeded things are piled to the north-west corner of the large room.(spiritual past)

In the very center of the room looking south we have cleared everything except for three lines or paths of shipping envelopes of a variety of sizes and they are filled with parts that we will need.

To the north center there is a pillar and a short table with a few items on it. The door we cleared is in the background.  I can’t make out what they is on the table. In following the dream I know it represents my meditation altar or table.

There are a few things to the east,  (future) but nothing that stands out. We had finished the job and I am looking at the table to the north as I wake up.

In following the dream my guide reminded me of when I was working the crew I was with are some of the best people I know. Everyone was willing to help each other, if someone was to do a job it got done. They were fun to be around. I was told that my guides are just as real and competent as the human crew I worked with. All I had to do is what I thought my job was and they would take care of theirs.

The three lines of new parts I think is my three creative interests at this time.

Ceramics,  writing, and BQH.

 This dream came the morning of a past life regression I experienced April first.

I will post something about it soon.

My guides did everything they know how to do all I had to do is show up and enjoy the ride.

It was amazing, some of the images were as real as a dream state.

Thanks.

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.

Our Posse’s Voices

Morning Meds; 3 12 19

We are never alone.

Just beyond our busy mind, a silence awaits.

In that quiet, the loving voices of all we have ever been and all the who’s we could ever be, can be heard.

With them, is our posse of helpers, waiting to give their all in our behalf.

Wanting to provide guidance, waiting to lighten our load.

We are connected to every speck of consciousness that has ever existed.

We are eternal.

We are light.

We only imagine ourselves alone when the sounds of busy, blocks our view and we allow the voice of fear to speak louder than the truth of the silence.

We are all in this together.