Morning Meds; 11 2 19
We float above the sands of time, watching the mirage of our existence. In time we begin to realize that we too, are just a mirage. We are formlessness reflecting Consciousness.
Morning Meds; 11 2 19
We float above the sands of time, watching the mirage of our existence. In time we begin to realize that we too, are just a mirage. We are formlessness reflecting Consciousness.
Morning Meds; 11 2 18
Religions are the artwork that hangs in the museum of humanity’s quest.
Each is an attempt by humanity to paint a picture of Source.
It is easy to criticize the artwork, but each attempt portrays the inherent longings of man.
Every culture or civilization have within them an internal homing device calling them search for where humanity originated.
Morning Meds; 11 2 21
We have seasons of sunshine and seasons of rain.
Times of winter cold when we huddle within, times of spring warmth and we grow again.
Forever we are in the midst of change.
To lift the weariness, we must renew our souls, for we are eternal, we never end.
Sometimes the only path open to us is to stop, breath and begin again.
Sometimes the only rest we find is when we listen for the quietness beyond our minds.
Morning Meds; 11 1 21
If past lives were raindrops puddled on the pavement, I would shed my shoes and splash.
Morning Meds; 11 1 20
We weave our way through realities like a shuttle through a loom, physical to spiritual, back and forth.
For a shaman, these realities begin to merge into one and the physical and the spiritual are seen as a single experience.
Morning Meds; 11 1 19
Struggling with trust, I asked, “What does trust feel like?”
This is the answer I received.
When you are driving up a hill and you cannot see the pavement beyond the crest and as you top the hill you see the road is still there waiting for you, that’s trust.
If you open a door to a familiar room and it looks the same as you expected it to look, that’s trust.
Trust, in its quiet, unfelt strength, it is so strong that anything different than what you expect, is a surprise.
I hope that my trust will grow to its fullness.
Complete trust would equal complete peace.
There are no limits to the amount of love that is available for us to be.
Morning Meds; 11 1 18
It’s our natural state to radiate consciousness.
We are more like a nuclear plant, than a lightbulb.
A lightbulb is dependent upon an outside source to provide it energy.
A nuclear plant radiates energy because of the nature of its core.
No matter what happens externally, the core glows on.
Our core is 100% Consciousness.
Morning Meds; 10 31 21
I fought my shadow to no avail, it parried my every move.
Finally, in exhaustion I turned around to seek advice from the Light and
instantly realized I had just been looking the wrong way.
If we endeavor to always try to seek the Light our shadow worlds fade behind us.
Strength is given to what we focus upon.
(Happy Halloween)
Morning Meds; 10 31 19
Sometimes the song of change has to be maintained long enough for our heart to join in it’s refrain.
When our root, our heart and our mind harmonize, our surrounding reality will begin to tap its toe in time.
We are dancing vibrations of energy.
Morning Meds; 10 31 18
Agoraphobia is often a progressive phobia that may eventually leave a person housebound.
Spiritual Agoraphobia is the fear of venturing out away from traditional beliefs and doctrines.
It’s the fear that Source won’t meet us, take us by the hand and protect us as it shares new aspects of itself with us.
There’s a big world just outside dogmas door.