An Overview

We are responsible for our lives.

We imagine and create our experiences through belief and choice.

You can’t be a victim if your life is a choice.

To blame someone else for the condition of your life is your choice to surrender your freewill.

Consciousness, (Creator of All) creates our choices with a wave of it’s hand.

Each of us act as the director at some point and pick the actors we have assembled in our lifetimes.

Assembled, again and again, before our incarnations, in an agreement of behaviors, with our best interests in view.

From mom to dad and good old uncle Bob, who we will try to keep him out of this conversation just like we do our homes, these actors that we have gathered take their places as our new lives begin. Each of them trying to do their best, to help us learn how to spiritually evolve. They provide for us, all the emotional cues, for us to progress on our journey in a roughly planned quest. A quest to experience such a variety of stimulation and good old stress that we finally get so desperate that we begin to search for some kind of rest. That’s how the plan works you see, that’s what I heard.

In the in-between times or even right now, who really knows if time doesn’t exist.

When we are in that spot in nothingness where we are a thought with no physical form.

When we aren’t hooked to anything, we are just drifting along.

All of us blobs of conscious intent, spend our moments planning our future events.

We gather our favorite players, the ones we call family and friends and few that are neither and we make our requests.

Let’s say in the life before, I could never forgive. I choose to sit in my crap and boil and stew till most everyone around me just sort of got up and moved away.

I say, or I think, I’m not sure which,

“Hey, I sure would like to get this forgiveness thing down, will any of y’all give me hand?”

Mary, my mother from two lives back, who was a half brother in the life just past, says,

“Sure, I’ll game for the show, I’ll be your absent father, who makes your life hell. I’ll stay just long enough for you to feel love and then bam, I’ll be gone! You can learn to forgive or if not, we can try it again. I’ve saved up some good karma I’ll trade a little in.

When I have left and leave ya hanging, I can go help George, who by then we be around seven, I’ll help him to have a good basis to believe he is a victim.

I know, I’ll feel guilty and down most my life. I’ll feel shame and others displeasure, but I’m willing to do it out of love so you two can progess. George can met up with Sally, when he’s an adult and she can help him to find some spiritual truths. He can undo some of the things he wants undone and hopefully finish out his life helping others to find ways to see life as fun.”

All of us blobs of conscious intent arrange as much as we can so we can experience everything that everyone else has ever gone through. If we search in our core we can always feel empathy, for any tragedy that happens to anyone may have already happened to you. On the good side or the bad, that tragedy felt by someone else may have at some point in a pryer days been done by you.

We have most likely lived both sides of the coin. We have all been sinners and saints, male and female, gay or straight. Can’t point a finger without putting yourself down. We’ve been the king, we’ve been the clown.

We revolve between this world and the next, from alive to alive and back to alive again.

We are conscious energy, possibly just blobs at our best, our whole purpose of existence is to finally remember we already know how to love everyone at their worst or their best and how to love ourselves unconditionally.

We are eternal, who knows, we may have just run out of other things to do.

A Flask of Faith

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A tiny amount of faith is said to have the ability to move a mountain.

It is like a spiritual currency.

Most of us are always reinforceing our lack of.

Our beliefs are consolidated energy.

Faith is not some elusive magic ingredient, it is just thought energy.

We need to tell ourselves we have a lot of it, instead of a lack of.

It would be just as easy to drink from a flask of faith as it would to be to drink from a flask of doubt.

We generate and shape the creative energy of our minds.

Consciously choose to fill your flask with faith.

A Lull

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I hate it when it seems the flow has stopped

and I realize I have grumbled a day away.

Old voices ask,

“What have I done to stop the flow?

Have I angered the Gods?

Have I committed a spiritual crime?”

Then the voice from my core,

“Rest my child, it’s just a lull, allow your heart to rest.

Sit,

breathe

and follow your breath.”

That done and the channel is open again.

Unaccepted Gift

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You can never enjoy an unaccepeted gift.

Accepting unconditional love

washes away our precieved guilt.

Source is ga-ga in love with us.

Our true nature is to love

ourselves as Source loves us

We are one.

Once realized,

there is the possibility of

regifting this treasure to others.

In The Grand Scheme

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Burdensome boundaries

imagined in our minds

intersecting the menagerie of

infinite possibilities

always present before us.

Enduring spiritual amnesia

as change continuously

stirs our world

in this game of humanness.

Through portals

at the threshold of our minds

we journey by realization

back to our original formlessness.

Accessing the magnificence

of this grand scheme

of sequential experiences

of pleasure and pain

to reawaken our

anesthetized soul.

Androgynous Deities

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androgynous deity

dancing the dance of duality.

female and male,

neither and both,

always spinning,

morphing back and forth.

The perfect balance of all things divine

and all things human.

The journey from root to crown.

The androgynous dance of

Kundalini energy

spiraling up our spine.

Morning Painting

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I painted a picture as I awoke.

I painted it with thought.

I used the palette from yesterday

filled with stale paint.

Spoke it to life with my belief

that this day would be the same.

Having finished it with fine detail

I blindly stepped inside.

Not realizing that what I had painted,

was where I would spend my day.

(Our thoughts become the landscape we choose to live our lives in.)