Tag: Meditation

Confidence

Morning Meds; 10 30 22

Confidence is the result of repeated success.

When a toddler continually repeats the same action as dropping a shape through an appropriate opening or screwing a lid back on a container, he is cultivating confidence.

The fifteenth time a book is read is as pleasurable as the first because they know what is coming and they feel the joy of success.

I wonder how it affects them when they are told that something is a no, but at some later date it is a yes.

I am making no claims to child psychiatry skills, but I thought it was always interesting when my toddlers and grandchildren would reach out to touch some object they were not allowed to handle, and they would stop and look at me waiting for a response.

“No, you can’t touch that, it will break.” I’d say and they would smile and go about their business until it was time to practice parenting again.

I wonder if the smile was the touch of confidence they felt when they knew they knew the answer before they tested the outcome.

Cheryl and I have always put both choices on lets say the coffee table so there were touchable things, no one wants to live in a world of nothing but no.

I wonder how much disservice I/we have done to our children when our no doesn’t mean no.

Instead of confidence in their ability to assess a situation they are faced with confusion on what they thought they had learned.

Food for thought.

The Metronome of Change

Morning Meds; 10 29 22

The metronome of change echoes it’s time,

our world still two-steps while change taps a waltz.

Out of rhythm with the new song

many struggling to retain the old.

Love filters in,

light through the canopy of old growth.

The shadows, revealed by the light scurry about

disturbed by the winds of change.

Change will prevail,

relentless and as dependable as the seasons

and like a room full of clocks

time will ultimately synchronize to a single meter.

Rising Within

Morning Meds 10 28 22

Showers of peace

Droplets of love

Rising waters of healing

Flowing from within.

Sparks of ignition

Flames of transition

Fires stoked

Warmth rising within.

Desires obtained

Conditions altered

Fears dissolved

Healings rising within.

Beliefs birthed

Assurity attained

Doubt dispelled

Faith rising within.

Altered conclusions

Self-evident changes

Healings felt

Divine intercessions rising from within.

…

No one knows us better than ourselves and

no one can send a more fervent request.

Nothing is between us and

our creator for we are one.

Shrinking Situations

Morning Meds; 10 26 22

There are personal situations where other people’s feelings are involved and there are situations where it is the world around us.


This is for those situations happening around us where we have little say in what happens.


Different views produce different results, if you see a thing as huge thing then it will be huge thing.


If you see it as a small matter, it will shrink accordingly.


Shrinking a matter returns our ownership of our emotional continuance.


We can decide how we prefer to feel about a thing.


Ask yourself, how would it look if its importance was removed or how would it look if there were overriding certainties?

Its importance is, although it is important does it effect my life at this moment?

What was a big deal can be reduced by seeing how much potential for thriving in any situation we have when we realize our true stature as spirits living in human bodies, that is an overriding certainty

We are bigger than situations.

Sometimes our concerns about situations can steal away our peace.

We always have the ability to take our power back.

This is away to pause and regroup so we are not needlessly giving away our peace of mind.

Contact List

Morning Meds; 10 24 22

Everyone has many connections spread out through time, many of these are available to us through the right process.

Many of our past lives remain attached to us, but it is more like the contact list on your phone. They are just waiting to be remembered.

I wanted to use recalled instead of remembered, but it just didn’t seem right. Have a great day.

Bag of Depression

Morning Meds; 10 23 22

For those of us who have suffered from depression or still are, the world can become a dark place.

It makes it nearly impossible to see hope.

We often stand in the center of paradise with a black bag over our head and wondering why our world isn’t going better for us, it seems impossible to lift the bag and free ourselves.

All the while the light of our essence burns within calling us to look inside so we can find, touch, and feel the warmth of our eternal light.

It is a few breaths away, at the edge of slowed thoughts, at the place were silence starts to thicken like a morning mist.

Lily Dream

10-22-22

I dreamt of a Goddess from India, I saw her from her shoulders up and thought “you are absolutely beautiful.” That is all I remember.

On the morning of the 20th.

A prelude to my morning meditation.

“I feel the power is blocked or I am not connected to it and I see no good reason for that.

I am in near perfect health.

Little stiff, but that could be alleviated by stretching and exercise.

I have overcome many negative blocks; I’ve had doors opened to places unknown to me before. I have felt the power before in amazing ways. What’s up?”

Water Lilly dream.

Yesterday (10 19 22) I dreamt I was sitting on a structure constructed out of giant lily pads.

What I thought was a fence, was in the center of a huge courtyard covered with white stone tile.  It was a least fifteen feet long and open at both ends.  It turned out to be more of a structure designed for the courtyard than a fence.

The nine-foot-tall structure was covered with giant Victoria lily pads, growing like Elephant Ears. Each overlapping the other like shingles, covering it all. Three women stood to the north of me as I climbed onto a lower pad.  

Bouncing on it a couple of times like it was a springboard, I stepped onto the next lily pad and worked my way to the top. When I reached the top, I sat down straddling the growth. It was wide enough that it was as if I could do the splits, but there was no discomfort.

When I jumped onto the first pad it gave me the idea of play, the three women knew that was how I felt, and they were not bothered. I thought that they might be. They started to walk off to the north and I comfortably remained atop the structure of living lily pads.

In following the dream, I thought it might be “straddling the fence” as in make up your mind, but it didn’t seem to fit. I got, “what sits on top of a lily pad? A lily.”

I looked up the meaning of a lily pad today and it said it symbolizes the process of overcoming difficulty and growing into the light.  Seems to fit with my present moment of growth.

  While I was following this dream I was taken back to a dream I had a long time back where I entered a house and in one of its rooms I went through an opening in an east interior wall, there was a hidden walkway.

Walking south down the walkway it opened into a cavern of sorts and ended at the edge of a huge abyss. Straight across the abys was a wooden door cut into a cliff face. The door was flush with the face of the cliff and opened out over the huge crack, there was a very narrow threshold about a foot wide that stuck out.

 Right before I reached the edge of the abys the door opened enough for a hand holding a magician’s hat to reach out. It was not a cone or a tall top hat, it was a short top hat. The closest picture I could find described it as a pedora. The hand dropped the hat onto the threshold, from across the way I could see the hat and the closed door, but there was no way to reach it.

Usually when I follow a dream, I can imagine some way to proceed, this time I was stumped. I vividly imagined myself finding a boulder field above the door and climbing to its edge and looking down maybe fifteen feet at the door wondering if I could repel down. After a few days of attempting to get past the door the dream faded and was replaced by new dreams to follow.

Again, faced with the door and the magician’s hat I thought of ways to retrieve the hat, open the door and not fall into the abys.

I could imagine myself growing big so I could reach the hat and the knob or repel down like I tried before, use a flame thrower, but I knew the door wouldn’t burn or build a bridge, possibly imagine myself to only be consciousness and float across the gap and pass through the door, even grow wings and fly, but none of them seemed to be the right approach.

The wonderful whisper of guidance spook in its peaceful way, “Why don’t you just ask?”

The moment I let it settle in and “just asked”, I saw the side hinges on the door move down it’s edge and across to the bottom of the door turning it into a huge draw bridge that softly lowered to grant me entrance. The hat turned to vapor and passed through the door and reformed.

I entered, grabbing the hat and walked into the courtyard of the lily dream. Now I was on a huge stage.

The whisperer whispered, “You can’t be a magician without an audience, on with the show. The power is believing you can do it. You are on top of the structure. You are blooming right now. You are unstoppable, save by your own choices, continue on.”

The Whisperer, “It is always the same, there is no magic elixir, there is no wave of a wand, there is no abracadabra.

You can believe in elixirs, wands or incantations and they will perform.

You can believe in healing hands, the Almighty’s touch or angelic visitations and not be disappointed, but the energy beneath the phenomena is ask and believe, it is the fire of faith.

Phenomena is scattered on the sides of the mountain, but at its peak sits God, Source, Creator of All, All There Is.

All things are possible and all roads lead to God. The scenery on the roads is also God manifested in a way to present a path. How difficult or easy each path is, is decided by the soul who imagines, believes and creates. You don’t need the physical props if you know the source of the magic.

You are Source believing in itself as you.”