Tag: Meditation

Morning Meds; 7 28 19

We can struggle to become what we believe we are, or we can believe in what we are and just be.

A butterfly doesn’t have to think about being a butterfly, it just flies.

Morning Meds; 7 27 20

We tear down imagined spiritual barriers, by building ourselves up.

Seeing ourselves as strong, confident, and competent creates strength.

Tearing ourselves down by shaming, ridiculing and criticizing our imagined shortcomings only makes barrier look more insurmountable.

Send love to imagined shortcomings to counterbalance the fears that erected them.

Realization that our barriers are our creations gives us the liberty to make new choices and imagine new pathways so we can get on with our lives.

We have free will to choose.

Morning Meds; 7 26 20

Endlessly through time and space

we continuously exist.

Uncontainable,

unbreakable,

unstoppable,

undeniably continuing on.

Beams of light and love,

searchlights ever scanning the dark void of conscious creation,

endlessly expanding.

For that’s what we are,

Consciousness expressed,

one within the whole,

indivisible,

inseparable,

energetically one.

Worlds visited through multiple incarnations,

float behind us,

bubbles of our experienced realities

left in our wake.

Morning Meds; 7 25 19

It could be that what many of us experience as social incompatibility stems from the fact that much of what our society deems important, is simply unimportant to us.

Most beliefs are opinions not facts.

We all have the right to our own opinion.

Morning Meds; 7 24 19

As long as we are at war with anything, we will experience struggle.

Enemies are a manifestation of fear.

To defeat an enemy, one must first love it into acceptance, then love it into an asset.

With enough love, fear is dissolved and with it, the need for war.

Morning Meds; 7 23 20

If we see hate as a swamp and love as a lofty goal high upon a mountain top, it makes our journey toward it a constant struggle.

It can seem to be a very slippery slope.

If we change our outlook and see hate as barren mountain top where life is suppressed and choose to see love as a vast vibrant ocean.

Then all we have to do is fall out of our boat and we will be submerged in love.

Changing our perspective can simplify our journey.

Go ahead and take a break and jump in.

Morning Meds; 7 23 19

A symphony awaits us each time we listen to our heart, within our core is the music of the spheres.

We are a Universe.

Morning Med: 7 23 22

Putting off necessary actions creates a wagon of burden that we drag along behind.

Do the necessary task to free yourself from its grasp.

Often the stress we feel is not what we’ve done, it is the baggage of the undone.

Morning Meds; 7 21 20

About a year ago I dreamt of a world in chaos….

(Humanity’s Malice) (I posted a dream about a wasteland and how I saw a stone marker with the words Humanity’s Malice written on it.

In the dream I saw the remains of a baseball backstop protruding out of some rubble that was shaped like an upside-down y.)

…… This y shaped form appeared again in a recent dream. When I researched this symbol, I found that it is the Chinese character for the word enter.

Riding a bicycle up a slight mountain incline, surrounded by beauty, suddenly I crashed into a transparent wall, solid and clear as a great sheet of glass.

Getting up, I saw the shape of the y, its outer form glowing, burning in white flames.

It was to my left, a crack in the glass.

It created a passage through the two-foot-thick transparent wall.

Ducking down a bit I passed through the upside-down y.

The scenery on the other side of the y was just a continuance of the road I was bicycling on….

I have often visualized my personal and physical world as if I am living in a snow globe and just beyond the glass is the beyond the beyond. My beliefs create the interior of the globe.

Mediating on the dream, it seemed to imply that I had hit the end of the road.

I was passing into/onto something new.

Most of my posts over the last couple of years have been a process of waking up, making coffee and while I’m making my coffee, a word would pop into my head.

When I meditated, more information about the theme would come and I could write it down.

With a little doctoring and editing I would pass it on, in hope that it might be useful to someone else.

That simple process has stopped since I hit this transparent wall. i.e… the end of the road.

I spoke of this to a friend and advisor; she said maybe I needed to go through the rectangular door from the first dream, Humanity’s Malice. I had never pursued it.

Clearing my mind as much as it would clear, I lifted open the door.

Instead of a door, it became a coin, with its opposing sides of heads or tails.

I saw a side view of my world as opposing mirrored reflections and in the same way that someone could turn over a globe and have south pole moved to top, I could see my world rotating.

I was now looking at a rectangular door stamped with the inscription “Humanity’s Malice.”

This is not my normal viewpoint.

We live in the landscapes our beliefs paint for us.

We are creative infinite energy experiencing the sensations of being human.

I hope this repositioning of viewpoint and the symbolism it represents will spill over into something useful to others.

I have still been receiving and writing down information when I meditate, but it is not the same.

It doesn’t seem readily shareable.

It doesn’t flow like it did.

Morning Meds; 7 20 19

In a war between good and evil, the instant you choose to hate your enemies, you’ve joined the other side.