Tag: poetry

Draw a Door

Morning Meds; 1 16 19

The illusion of hopelessness is a desert with no exits.

Draw a door in the sand and imagine yourself passing through it.

Beneath the sand is your core essence.

Even the attempt to reach it, opens doors to the sweetness of hope and the waters of change.

Hopelessness is a lie.

Pre-birth Choices

Morning Meds; 1 15 20

The inscription on the key that opens the doors to freedom from bondage reads, “I am responsible for everything in my life.”

Our belief that we are a victim, creates victimism and blocks our innate abilities to change our lives for we have surrendered our gift of free will.

There is a theory that we choose our life and associates before we incarnate.

The emotional and physical challenges in our lives are loosely scripted and these agreements are blocked from our memories.

These agreements and the usefulness of those decisions can be regained if we search for them.

We make decisions that help ourselves and others to spiritually evolve.

Within this theory is the possibility that the relationship between an absent father and a child was a choice made before returning to earth.

The abandoned child can acquire the strength that can be grown from this situation and the child may have the opportunity to learn the personal value of forgiveness.

The abandoning father choice to live a life of regrets becomes an act of personal sacrifice and love so the child can gain personal and spiritual experiences.

It removes the unusefulness of blame, the poison of hate and the two-edged sword of vengeance.

Once we see the possibility that we choose our life, it opens the realization that we can take actions towards change.

We are no longer a victim.

We become the creative essence we really are.

Mountains Bow Their Heads to Pray

Morning Meds; 1 14 22

Mountains hear the sounds of other mountains.

Earth sings its song.

Many will fade away in a world of change and many will remain.

Beware of the strength of fear but know that love will prevail.

Mountains hear the rumbles of Earth and tremble in response.

The song of change echoes in the universe of man.

The mountains bow their heads to pray.

Cell Division

Morning meds; 1 14 19

When I meditated, I got a moving image.

I saw what looked like a movie of a cell going through division.

Cell division looks kind of like a belt around a cell keeps tightening until it suddenly separates into two.

There was a conversation on a site, about how difficult it seems to be at this time, to stayed centered even with meditation.

My take on the image is that it shows how the polarization at this time, energetically, is pulling us nearly in two.

It is easy to see this as a battle between good and evil.

Our earth is going through a spiritual transformation.

If you see it as a battle between good and evil, it forces us to take sides, it creates exclusion and perpetuates hate.

If we view this polarization, as a difference between love and fear, it frees us.

We can choose love, without taking sides, excluding anyone, or stirring the pot of hatred.

Love and fear are feelings, good or evil are often seen as actions by individuals.

We can use the thought. “I choose love, in whatever form it needs to be, to return my soul to peace.”

I hope it helps, only love can calm the tension and our combined energy of love strengthens us all.

We are all in this together.

Shifting Shadows

Morning Meds; 1 14 20

We walk through the shifting shadows of varied dimensions and realities, like the wind passing through leaves of a tree.

Unaware of their presence we pass them failing to use the opportunities for change they afford.

We are energy, fluctuating manifestations of Source energy, with whom, we are one.