Morning Meds; 3 6 19
Alchemists request…
Please sprinkle into the cauldron of my heart, the perfect combination of inspired thoughts, that will softly facilitate love for humanity, for we are all one.
The thoughts we choose to retain from the continuous stream of options form the beliefs that shape our lives.
At any given now, we are the personification of all our thoughts and beliefs.
Morning Med; 3 6 22
I can’t imagine a war ripping my world apart.
All my fears at this moment are at the most, projected possibilities, not tanks in the front yard.
Sending love to the situation seems pale compared to the severity of the events, yet there is nothing more powerful or anything that could influence change more quickly.
It is stirring to so many like-minded souls sharing the wealth of their spiritual abundance as they pray and request peace to be restored to Ukraine.
It is stirring to see the same intent coming from all the different concepts of whatever or whomever we as collective souls see the Creator of All to be.
A united front of various religious beliefs all asking for the same thing.
Sadly, it seems that tragedy and chaos is the needed catalyst that brings humanity together as one.
Whatever your beliefs system let’s imagine, great things for Ukraine and our counterparts experiencing this storm.
We are all one, this is as much our storm as it is theirs.
Morning Meds; 3 5 19
We float between worlds,
like walkers on a wire,
balancing on their shifting union.
Using our ability to feel as a balancing pole,
we endlessly adjust to keep ourselves centered.
Morning Meds 3 4 20
Feelings are the gyroscope of our soul.
They let us know how centered we are.
Morning Meds; 3 4 19
If a car was driverless and we were just along for the ride….
The car would determine our direction of travel, rate of speed and destination.
The radio would dictate, the music and information listened to.
Our comfort would depend on how it set the gauges.
Our interaction with outside environments would depends upon if the windows were up or down.
The car could be a luxury sedan, a sports car or a clunker.
We would not be able to pick the people riding with us, it could be, those we enjoy and maybe a few, not so much.
If we wanted out, well it’s up to the car.
We would be at its mercy.
I wonder if it could be compared to letting our thoughts run unmonitored.
Speaking of myself… I often realize that the station playing on the radio of my mind, is not the one I prefer.
I, out of habit and familiarity just didn’t change the dial.
We are creative spiritual beings.
Our thoughts are our tools for change.
We can create any tool we need.
The box holding the tools, is imagination.
I always feel at my worst when I realize I’m travelling in a car labeled Victim.
That means I’ve given my tools to someone else.
Choose your life, it is your choice.
Morning Meds 3 3 22
A boat christened If Only, moored to the wharf called Regrets.
Let go of disappointments.
They only anchor you to what you feel you’ve lost.
Cast off from the shores of I Wish I Had and toss your sorrows aside.
The releasing of the denied prize allows it to live again, reborn in a new and better way.
Resentment locks you into places mired by how it might have been and hides what it could possibly be.
Resentment keeps you focusing and recreating what you don’t wish to have, over and over again.
Releasing it sets you free.
Cast off and start anew.
Start focusing on what could be and the shores of I Wish I Had become a memory.
Focus always has its way.
Morning Meds. 3 3 20
Could be the circumstances of our present moments are nothing more than the consequences of our beliefs.
The law of attraction doesn’t differentiate between good or bad.
Morning Meds; 3 3 19
Do you ever feel the essence of a memory as a homesickness in your soul?
A memory of a tranquil endless sea extending to the sky.
An ocean of reflected light.
The waters breathing in and out,
eternally alive.
A quietude
a haven of peace
an existence with conflict erased.
A memory wafting through the heart,
sensed when your relaxed enough to recall.
We came from there,
we often return,
a lull in our parade of lives.
Our place of birth,
our ancestral home,
the heart of the Creator of All.
Morning Meds; 3 2 20
Not treating yourself like a loved one, always bears investigation.
Humans; animated solidified illusions of light projected through a prism of thoughts.
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