Morning Meds: 5 26 19
The old verse, “you have not, because you ask not.”
The simple act of asking creates doorways to infinite possibilities.
The simple act of believing keeps the doors open.
Believing that help is hard to get keeps doorways closed.
We already have everything we need, it’s just a request away.
Morning Meds; 5 25 20
We are boundless, formless, conscious energy.
When we attempt to define ourselves by definition it is to limit our possibilities by setting boundaries.
Define.
1. To state or describe exactly the nature, scope or meaning.
2. To mark out the boundary or limits.
We are only as limited as we choose to believe.
(I’m sure that even this opening statement somehow creates limitations.)
Morning Meds; 5 25 19
I had a dream that my car wouldn’t start, when I opened the hood there was a mummy’s left hand holding a tube. The tube was part of the internal functioning of the car.
When I pried it loose from the mummy’s hand, I heard the whisper of the breaking of a vacuum.
The mummy’s thumb was like a stopper.
The tube had a yellow green liquid around the rim.
I shared the dream with an enlightened friend and asked her if she thought it might be past life related. Her first remark was, maybe it is like ancient energy.
The tube having liquid on the rim the color of a yellow green mix, her thought was bile. (For me, now I would look at it as a symbol of a mixture of emotions, green and my heart chakra, green.)
Bile for me relates to the process of throwing up old stuff we have stored in our lives and past lives.
It’s the last thing you throw up.
I meditated on it, and this is what popped out….
We are energy, developing, defining, and distributing ourselves in an experience called living.
Worlds collide, worlds dissipate, but we are constant.
Who knows how many positive choices we may have made in prior experiences that we are just now beginning to inherit.
Passages of heightened awareness through and from cultures when we may have been more entuned.
Our higher selves investing in our own/ their own future.
Like a mummy’s hand holding a sealed vessel just waiting to be opened in this now moment.
Preserved ancient energy waiting to be released to our present experience, gifts from ancestors.
Morning Meds 5 24 20
Superimposed upon our soul, the higher aspects of ourselves dance within our heart.
Morning Meds; 5 24 19
Sometimes meditation can really allow you to feel your age, ancient, timeless, eternal…
Morning Meds; 5 23 20
Like a wiener dog that jumped and only made it halfway through the tire swing, switching your spiritual beliefs from one to another can kind of leave you hanging.
Once you regain your footing the journey becomes easier.
Morning Meds; 5 22 19
If we give fear a paintbrush, it can paint a dreadful scene.
Once painted, we have the choice whether to climb into the painting or to look the other way.
If you allowed yourself to paint such a painting today, paint the phrase,
but love can….
hand the brush to your higher self, regroup and watch the magic begin.
Morning Meds; 5 22 22
Dreams that are confirmed by something physical that you didn’t know are always a treat.
On 4 20 22 I dreamed I was watching a baseball game.
I was lower than the playing field, I realize now that I was in the dugout.
I went through a door that opened away from me and entered a room.
Inside the room were some tables and chairs.
I looked down to my left and at the bottom of a bookcase was a bunch of red books.
I said to myself thirty encyclopedias.
I then turned around and reopened the door I had just come through and there was a young maybe two-year-old boy, and he wanted a hug.
Someone said the children love you. I gave and received a hug from the child.
Then I gave a baseball to the little boy.
Next, I am looking out of our south bay window towards a street half a block away.
The three lots between the southern edge of our yard and the street is one large mowed vacant lot.
At the southern end of that lot there is a car parked in the grass pointing east.
I am awakened by someone asking me, “Do you have the keys?”……..
I sat up in bed to find my wife still asleep, it was so loud and clear that I thought she had woken me up with that question.
As I am writing this, I just realized the question I heard refers to the car in the dream.
This is also the day I received the words that,
Emotions are form,
Thoughts are form,
Consciousness is not.
These are key.
I wrote that down and drew a key by it.
On 4 25 22 I had the dream about keys that referenced me back to this dream. *May 7 22 Dream Keys
It pays to journal your dreams.
For me analysis.
For some reason playgrounds and baseball fields are common symbols for me.
I am not a baseball person although I liked playing sports.
For me, the ballfield and playgrounds are a symbol of incarnation, and we are here to play the game of being human.
I had/have gotten out of the practice of pursuing purposeful self-compassion and the small child represents my inner child’s needs.
Which represents my personal needs.
This dream reminds me of this, and I gave him a hug and the ball so he could rejoin the game.
The thirty encyclopedias made me think of my stack of notebooks I journal in.
I have written in them almost every morning since June of 2016.
Due to my work schedule, I have never had the time to look back through them, I just write and go.
I would just make a daily post from what I received.
I had never counted them.
After this dream I organized them by date, and I am about to fill up notebook number 30.
I often get the message that I need to start revisiting them.
Dreams give us information that helps us, they are gifts.
Morning Meds; 5 21 19
Our search for our inner self is often compared to peeling off the layers of an onion.
Layers after layers of facades, the possibility of accumulated karma and the layers of amnesia.
Hidden deep within us, is our true fully intact original essence, pure living love.
It’s common, from what I’ve read, that people experiencing the process of a past life regression often remember much about the interval between incarnations.
Many meet friends and loved ones they have shared lives with.
I wonder if while we are in that blissful state, the interval between lives, if we nudge a fellow traveler and make jokes about going back for another game of hide and seek?
Keep peeling, we all are worth the search.
Touching your true essence of love is always a game changer.
Morning Meds; 5 20 19
I tend to take the idea of a spiritual journey far too seriously.
I came from a belief system where our passage through this life is seen as a one-time shot, so face it, I was always one heartbeat away from judgement.
After I accepted reincarnation as a viable possibility it took a lot of the pressure off.
You know, I could chill out a bit, this could be trip one thousand for all I know.
Hopefully, I’ve shown some improvement.
In hopes of finding a way to lighten up a bit I meditated and asked for a lighthearted guide to help me relax a bit.
I lit incense and a candle.
I fired up a bit of sage.
Crossing my legs and my fingers, I started breathing to quiet my mind.
After the silence thickened, I began to see my core with a light shining up out of it like a spotlight.
Out of this shining light the top of a cylinder slowly appeared, an elevator I thought.
Finally, it fully emerged, I waited in anticipation for its door to open.
Then much to my surprise, the soundtrack of the old Woody Woodpecker cartoon blared in my mind, the door flew open there stood, Bugs Bunny.
It really spoiled the whole mood of the thing.
I was kind of hoping for a happy Dali Lama or a laughing Buddha, but the message was quite clear just the same.
Our spiritual experiences here are meant to be an enjoyable journey not a walk on a tight wire.
Well, that’s all folks.
Don’t forget to have some fun.
Love is a happy thing, fear, not so much.
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