How Much Do You Love Me?

Morning Meds; 12 17 21

Me,

“Source, how much do you love me?”

Source,

“I do not love you more than any other and I do not love you any less.

I love you exactly the same as all the rest.

I love you individually, completely, unconditionally and eternally.

It doesn’t get any better than this.”

Being Creative Bellows

Morning Meds; 12 16 19

We are a creative manifestation of God/Source, we are endowed with creative abilities.

It is easy to see ourselves as bellows while meditating.

Good in, bad out.

Wellness in, sickness out.

Abundance in, lack of out.

Just for fun try this.

I am creative, I fill my bellows with the perfection, the wellness, and the abundance I have always been and exhale them into my surroundings.

The universe will expand in response.

Bottled energy can create pressure, thoughts of.

I can’t keep up,

I’ve painted myself into a corner,

I’m trapped,

There’s no way out,

Oh hell, it’s Christmas again and I have too much to do, shrinks our universe.

Use your imagination to expand your space, take some pressure off, be the Creator you are.

I wonder if the expansion of our universe via the Big Bang, is just a single exhalation of Source.

Casting Nets

Morning Meds; 12 16 21

I cast my net across the universe gathering words to feed my soul.

Imagines wriggling, wiggling, boiling beneath the net.

Churning the waters of the Black Sea of Imagination.

Information formed before the birth of time.

Inviting capture, wishing to be reviewed, received, passed on and released back to where it came.

Lingering Berenstain Bears

Morning Meds; 12 15 19

What happens when allow the Berenstain Bears to linger in your meditation space?

Bogus beliefs of boundaries, beget barriers, barring the benevolent bounty of Source.

Malicious mental messages manifest malignant malevolent manifestations.

Sweet soothing sentences sent from Source, secures subsidence for the soul.

Sorry, I’ll try to be more careful tomorrow.

Ya must watch out for Doctor Seuss too.

Seeing we are forever; we are forever young.

Have a childish day.

I Know What I Knew

Morning Meds; 12 15 18

The restoration of our memory of who and what we are releases the reverberating resonance of love from our hearts.

We can know what we knew before we came into this world.

(Interesting mantra, “I know what I knew before I came into this world”)

Our imagined journey is not so much about becoming something new, it’s remembering what we are.