Morning Meds; 2 11 19
Unripened fruit is sour, hard and unpalatable.
Liberating thoughts, new perspectives and changes to embedded beliefs are about as tasty.
Once they ripen, their sweetness can move one to tears.
We must allow ourselves time to change without critical self judgement.
The change of view is worth the effort.
Treat yourself like a loved one.
Morning Meds 2 10 22
Old negative perceptions used to define ourselves are like weights on the stings of helium balloons.
They keep us grounded and prevent us from soaring to lofty heights.
Lightening the load helps us to achieve liftoff.
We are meant to soar.
Changing how we see ourselves cuts the strings.
Morning Meds. 2 10 19
For those of us who have experienced or are experiencing the process of rescuing your inner child……
When you glimpse your inner child as a kenneled, neglected, rescued dog, with the matching emotional energy of total fear and distrust.
It becomes clear that only, loving words, self-encouragement, kind acts, reassurance and taking time to show affection to ourselves,
(ya got to pet the dog)
will restore us our competent beautiful selves.
We’ve had our fill of abusive self-talks, critical self judgements, invalid comparisons, ass chewings, self-denial and believing we don’t measure up.
The realization that we are unconditionally loved is the most exhilarating experience this old dog has ever felt.
Someone or Something, I don’t care which, opened my kennel door and is softly loving me back to life.
(I’m a very lucky dog)
Reach for it, ask for it, pray for it, whatever it takes.
Have the doorway to exposer to the limitless energy of unconditional love opened for you.
Our higher whatever misses us as much as we have missed him/she/it (damned if I know which).
Have a great day.
Forgiveness puts us back to square one.
Forgiveness is a gift we give to ourselves.
The whoever or whatever, that opened my door, didn’t have the same list of faults, sins, charges, accusations or short comings that I had posted on my kennel door.
There was no list, only love.
The list was always, all mine.
Think I better get busy with my day, maybe someone will take time to throw a ball for me.
For the few this resonates with, never stop searching.
Hope can be found.
Morning Meds; 2 10 20
The spot between thoughts
The now where time divides
The initiation of something new
The center point where polarity converge
The moment of zero-point reality
The place of change
The possibly of seeing now’s living spark
The spark of new created
Is it possible to glimpse this instant, in the silence of your mind?
Morning Meds; 2 9 20
Reshaping beliefs transforms our lives.
The law of attraction is as constant as the law of gravity.
If we profess a belief in Murphy’s law,
What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong,
what can go wrong, will go wrong.
If we profess a belief that
The Universe Conspires to Help Us,
we begin to see and even expect the help.
To bring this belief closer to home,
I’ve been reshaping an old belief of,
I hope I don’t screw this up,
to a more useful belief of,
I conspire to help myself.
It was quite uncomfortable for a while,
but it is starting to take hold.
I believe conspiring to help ourselves not only allows us to help ourselves,
it allows us to,
help ourselves to,
the unconditional love within our core.
We can help ourselves to,
the infinite abundance around us,
spiritually and physically.
We can help ourselves to,
infinite guidance,
there’s no end to what we can help ourselves to.
Reshaping our beliefs allows us to see all there is available for us,
the Universe opens a door and says,
“Help yourselves, it’s all yours.”
Morning Meds; 2 9 19
We direct our lives through moment-by-moment choices.
These choices are what paints our world.
We are constantly meeting one of two types of people.
Those who look at how well someone is painting their lives and say,
“You missed a spot.”
or those who say,
“This is beautiful, wow, what a great job you’ve done.”
Encouragement instills hope and courage into our lives.
Which type of person we choose to be is always a choice.
Morning Meds; 2 8 22
Acorns become trees,
thoughts become beliefs,
we create the forests we live in.
Morning Meds; 2 8 20
The most welcome rains follow a drought.
The best flavor enhancer for a meal is hunger.
We relish the presence of our creator, but most of us have wrongly believed we were/are separated.
We are always 100% connected to our creator, we are one.
This realization makes the reunion that much sweeter.
Morning Meds; 2 8 19
Explore the splendor and magnificence of your core and see the vastness of eternity.
All we need and all we’ve ever had awaits our inspection, our renewed interaction and our assimilation of unlimited possibilities for personal change.
It’s only an altered perspective, an inquiry and a few breaths away.
It’s our core to explore, we just need to grant ourselves access.
Morning Meds; 2 7 19
Monroe wandered lost across a desert of delusion moving from mirage to mirage.
He had hoped to find the perfect illusion to satisfy his mind.
In frustration, he finally stopped and sat upon the sand.
He closed his eyes to the distractions and quietly looked inside.
He found his heart softly beating a simple single song.
A song that sang out a single wish.
“I want to sit within the heart of God.”
He saw a single drop of moisture form upon the surface of his heart.
It ran down its edge and dripped onto the desert sand.
Another drip followed; a pool began to form.
Upon this puddle of hope a thought slowly surfaced and shimmered before his eyes.
“Instead of searching everywhere, you should just keep looking into your heart.”
Monroe suddenly realized; he could create his own mirage.
He could gather the energy that shined within and use it to construct what he had found.
He would use the materials within his heart to build a Palace of Peace.
He filled his palace with excellence.
He carpeted his floors with rest.
He constructed rooms of pure intent and filled them with things he loved.
He filled his taps with compassion drawing it from a central spring of love.
He tilled his courtly gardens, planted seeds of mercy and hope.
He dug a mote around the palace and filled it with inclusion.
Build a bridge across it and raised a flag of welcome.
“Let this Palace of Peace, this oasis of hope, be a place of rest for all.”
That being his final decree, Monroe sat and looked around the palace he’d built.
He had realized the essence of everyone’s heart and in that peaceful moment he thought,
“So many of us have wandered and searched for oh so long,
when all we have to do is scratch the surface of our heart.”
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