Tag: Meditation

Morning Meds; 1 7 20

Just as it’s in the DNA of a Salmon to return to its place of birth, it’s in our spiritual DNA to return home to Source.

We are drawn by love, to our imaginary journey so we can again fully realize we have always been one.

Morning Meds; 1 (6,7,8) 19

Most my posts come from a word I get when I wake up or from dreams.

When I meditate, I usually receive something that centers around that word.

I got the word, indifference, which to me seems like a negative word.

I looked it up to clarify the meaning.

The archaic meaning is, to not to be able to tell the difference between two things.

Which is different than not feeling anything one way or another about something.

I meditated but, I didn’t get anything to go with the word.

When I went to bed, I asked for a dream to help me out.

The dream.

Walking in short grass with a relative of mine in the dark of night. I get the thought “skunk”, when I look over to see the skunk, I see an animal about the size of a hamster, but shaped more like a shrew, with a short tail that looked like a red thistle bloom. It runs to a pile of leaves and disappears under them. My friend said “there’s a snake. Do you want to pick it up?” I like snakes so picking one up would not be a problem, depending on the type of snake. It’s dark, so I can’t see the snake. At that time, lightning flashes and the markings on the snake start to glow. Not a reflection of the lightning but more like bioluminescence. It was inside the snake.

As I get over to the snake, I realize that there is a cloth belt tied to my waist dragging on the ground behind me. I see that the snake is a sidewinder rattlesnake. It moves toward me, and my feet get sort of tangled up in the belt as I backup. I see myself swinging the belt toward the snake so I could tell for sure it was a rattlesnake and I see its tail rise up and rattle. I didn’t really feel that I was in danger, other than I didn’t want to fall.

End of dream.

It woke me up about an hour early, so I went to meditate on the dream. It seemed like a warning of some kind. Didn’t really get much, felt unable to really connect. I thought of a few ways it could apply to my life, but it didn’t really seem quite right. Spent the day thinking on it and when I went to bed, I asked for another dream to clarify things. I still felt like I was being blocked, not a comfortable feeling.

New dream.

I see a glass door close right in front of me and I hear, “I can’t tell the difference between a Democrat or a Republican.”

The word indifference I assume is for me. If it affects you, that’s your decision.

Post.

A light does not cast a shadow, a shadow is cast by what light can’t pass through. If we want the light within us to shine out, we need to let go of our opinions that are not in alinement with love. We are seen and known by the vibration we release from within. We are known by the shadow we cast. Hate, anger, fear, judgement, are not the vibrations of love. It’s not the matter of if we are right or wrong, it’s the vibration that is released from us.

We most likely believe our views are the right ones or we would adopt another. It is very possible that we are right, but if we feel negative emotions toward this wrong person then it’s not love.

Hate is, hate, no matter which side of the fence someone is standing on.

It’s not that Source doesn’t know our opinions, it’s that our opinions, do not affect how we are loved. We are loved equally and unconditionally. Source is indifferent, it only sees this person as one of its varied expressions.

If we hope to help our world through these turbulent times, only love will create the needed change. It seems I have a lot of work to do.

Dream interpretation:

The dream at night showed it was dark times. The friend with me was one with whom, I had had a very heated political argument with. The lightning represented the stormy times we have right now. The rattlesnake is the snake from the American flag, Don’t Tread on Me from the Revolutionary war. It is also me as a human, who’s kundalini energy has been awoken. The cloth belt is part of a garment I am wearing, seeing it is a garment, it can be taken off. The skunk, which wasn’t a skunk. It tells me that my lack of love stinks and that my judgements toward my fellow man are sharp and prickly. If I keep them hidden, most likely they are going to bite me in the ass. Red is the color for your root chakra, which is where our survival instincts lie.

This word might just be for me. It looks like a tall order. A door is not put before us without the ability to pass through it, also being provided. Looks more like a knot hole to me but, we aren’t expected to do all the work, we are only asked to choose if we are willing to go. Source will take care of the rest.

You have a great day; it seems I got a knothole to crawl through.

Morning Meds; 1 6 20

Living in shame, is living in a personal slaughterhouse.

A house filled with memories preserved on hooks to remind us of our disappointments.

What’s past is past, no reason to keep it.

S- still

H- harboring

A- all

M- my

E- enmity

“Enmity the state or feeling of being actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. “

Feelings of shame are hostile feelings against us.

We are unconditionally loved. These feeling, like all uncomfortable feelings will melt, it they are dipped in love.

Send them love, it’s amazing stuff. It’s the opposite vibrations and neutralizes their power. It brings your life back to the present.

Love is Source, the thing we fear we lost.

Anytime we send love, we are home.

Morning Meds; 1 6 19

The realities we create are our own.

We can fill them with whatever we choose to see and experience.

A conscious choice to see a world that chooses to help us instead of assault us, opens the doors to different living experience.

There isn’t anything that’s not an expression of All There Is, whether it be saint, angel or demon.

We form what we see from the sea of unmanifested possibilities that we are immersed in.

Freewill allows us to be completely responsible for what we purposely or accidentally create for ourselves.

With blame eradicated from our assessment of our lives, we can forgive ourselves and falsely blamed others and begin to threat ourselves and others with mutual love and respect.

It is a challenging shift in conscious intent but gives us hope for change and frees us from weighted memories we drag along behind us.

May our imagined angels bless us, our imagined monsters be friendly and may we fill our lives with compassion.

Create yourself a great new year.

We blaze a trail with our eyes, where our eyes focus, is where we place our feet.

If we are not happy with where we are headed, we need only to change our focal point.

Morning Meds; 1 5 20

The Am in the phrase, I Am, is a state of beingness.

It is not a precursor to the description of anything.

It is the beingness of everything.

Am is limitless, indivisible, total, all there is.

It’s not a location, it is locationless.

It is to exist with no frame of reference to the idea of,

Here or where I am,

Who I am,

What I am

When I am

It is the single vibration of All That Is.

If everything, expressed and unexpressed, past, present, future was one instrument,

Am would be the single note it releases when struck, plucked, strummed….

Every construct we use to describe our existence no longer applies.

We feel it as unconditional love.

It is a state of beingness.

It is our true nature.

Morning Meds; 1 5 19

Our sense of needing more to be happy is linked to our imagined sense of loss of contact with Source.

We have everything we could ever need to be completely joyful now.

Our beliefs of separation from Source are illusions.

Morning Meds 1 4 22

In meditation I followed a white Salmon through dark Sea of Consciousness,

my formless essence swirling in the current of its wake.

It’s ability to return to its point of origin mirrored by my own.

Moving through the buoyancy of salt, into the turbulence of fresh,

the waters of time imagined, swept by.

Fears of feeding bears

were replaced by the memories of agreed upon fates.

A knowing that energy released

is destined to be shared again and

is nothing but a continuance of the existence of One.

In clouds of lives expired,

consciousness shared,

paired,

recombined in still pools.

Eggs welcome sperm,

minnows grow to shed their membranes,

life flows back into the dark Sea of Consciousness.

We are eternal,

our forms but transitory expressions of creative thought.

Our belief in a point of origin a dilution.

We always are and have always been.

Our imagined point of origin is only a moment of memory,

a remembrance of shifting into a new imagined form.

Morning Meds; 1 4 20

The feelings of dissatisfaction, being stuck and trapped are the wrapping of Source’s presents of transformation.

It’s the paper around the gift.

These feeling always proceed new insight.

Send them love, thank Source in anticipation of new things coming and by all means don’t go to war with them.

Wayne Dyer, “Change the way you look at things and the things you look at will change.”

Morning Meds: 1 4 19

Remembrance return,

Like warmth to spring,

Salmon to their birth site,

Geese to a lake.

Remembrance return,

Like bees to a hive,

A mother to her den,

Rainwater to a pool.

Still lakes of energy resting,

Silent shining shimmers,

Resting pools,

waiting to be accessed,

Waiting for love to stir their surface.

Remembrance return,

To awaken us to who we are,

To allow us to be as we were.

To remind us of how we’ve always been.

Remembrance return

Us to our original home.