Tag: poetry

Bag of Rocks

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About three years ago I started getting a single word when I got up to meditate and I would get a postable poem or thought containing that word. It seemed to dry up as covid and other things swept through. I still received pages of stuff to write down, but it was more for my personal growth and not that easy to convert to a post. I still got/get things to post, but it was not quite the same.

Before I went to sleep, I asked Whomever or Whatever if I could re-access this ability or if it was just a passing growing spurt.

…A short, almost a snapshot dream…

I am in a gymnasium, and I see an older man standing at one end of the gym. I see myself as a nine- or ten-year-old boy with a long, blue, string tied bag. I am a batboy/ waterboy figure, and I have to run over to this older gentleman to get the bag filled up with stuff to take out to the players between each play.

I immediately recognized the older man as Wayne Dyer.

His book Power of Intention was very instrumental in my spiritual life.

I got two postable thoughts that next morning. I took it as a yes.

When I first started posting these thoughts, I use to refer to them as a smooth stone one could carry in a pocket. I have a small, blue, string tied bag with a few of my favorite stones in it that I always carry in my pocket.

Love the simplicity of the language of dream symbolism.

We are unconditionally loved always.

Trip to the Moon

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This is one of my favorite dreams.

Adding a dream, I had last night (parenthesis contain interpretation) Walking west on a sidewalk. (west is always past in my dreams)

I am carrying a 9 month, to a year-old male baby in a diaper with no shirt on. I’m in my 20’s and I too am shirtless. (I believe we all wear costumes in this world, to identify who we are and to convey to others what we believe. It’s one of the things we slowly strip away during our journeys here, so we can be authentic at some point. That’s what no shirt says to me)

To my right is a non-descript skyscraper. (Cityscapes are my present physical reality, nature symbolizes spirituality, we are always walking in both)

To my left and front a beautiful country landscape, trees, a meadow, it’s a beautiful day. I turn right at the corner, now headed north. (Spiritual direction)

I put the baby, my baby, in my right hand and say, “I’m going to throw you to the moon,” Holding him like a football, his belly against my palm, I make a huge sweeping motion over my head across my body and stop with the baby cradled against my hip and upper thigh, like how a receiver sometimes catches and secures a football. I’m on one knee looking into the babies eyes smiling. I swing the baby up, holding him under his arms and his lips quiver and he puckers up to cry, still frightened by the sensation of falling. I smile, somewhat amused and say reassuringly, “I’d never drop you.”

Dreams are direct communication with the spiritual side. I realized that in the dream that I was both the parent and the child, also it symbolized of my relationship with Source. I’ll never be dropped.

This last 2 years for me has been a none stop transition from an deeply ingrained belief system to what is turning out to be the most glorious experiences I’ve ever had. Much of it, on a spiritual belief scale, has been quite scary.

Isn’t it beyond the moon and back nice, that Source would send such a reassuring message?

I’m enjoying my trip to the moon.

We are unconditionally loved, always.

We Are Source

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We meander in and out of the gates of time. We are fully alive, vibrant, and untethered. We are Source. Enjoy the splendor of your essence today.

Note. This came as thought mantra, “I Am Source.” We all have a dictionary in our minds that feeds us definitions, these in turn create emotional responses.

From my limited view I believe, “I am Source,” is the end realization we are to realize. It allows us to be and enjoy who and what we truly are.

Taoism, teaches to stay to the center,

Hinduism believes that everything is a manifestation of Source,

Buddhism believe we are unrealized Buddhas.

Christ said,” He and the Father are one” and that we are all Sons of God. Pardon the Generalization.

Being raised western, I am continually battling with the mental dictionary I have installed.

To say “I am Source” not so bad, to say “I am God” fingernails on a chalkboard.

I have used the comparison of dipping water out of the ocean for a long time. By seeing Source as the Ocean and seeing myself as a part of that ocean. I know that a cup of sea water is 100% Ocean. By analogy if I am the contents of the cup, my essence also is 100% Ocean. We are 100% Source; we just mistakenly see ourselves differently.

I found that I can comfortably interchange the word Ocean, for Source and raise my vibrational realization, because it doesn’t grind against old beliefs.

Enough sea water will dilute these old beliefs in time. This is a useful thing I have stumbled upon as I stumble onward. Hope it might be useful to another.

Little Blue School

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Spinning on the little blue school,

This microscopic speck in space.

In our bubble of air surrounded by beauty and elegance.

Our search for a similar planet so far has not found another dot so perfect.

Luckily, we continually revisit this spinning little blue school,

this microscopic speck in space.

Acceptance

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Dishonesty with ourselves can create a war within.

Honesty with ourselves, on where we’re at on any given subject, is the precursor to change.

This realization slows the struggle so we can negotiate peace.

Peace comes by accepting ourselves as we are.

Acceptance of who and how we are is the precursor to unconditional love.

Unconditional love changes everything.