Tag: short stories

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Sustenance,

for our body, food and drink.

for our mind, inspired thoughts.

for our heart, compassion,

for our soul, contact with our core essence of unconditional love.

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Predating time,

Predating the birth of the universe,

Eternally continuing,

Our essence is one with Source.

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The gate to the garden of our heart, swing inwards,

we are the guardian of its gate.

It’s easy to be so busy guarding,

that we miss the beauty of our essence that we’ve trapped inside.

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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.

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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.

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We are continually changing moment to moment.

We are a river of energy perpetually flowing in the direction we chose.

Our only boundaries are the ones created by our choices; we are as boundless as we believe ourselves to be.

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Our personal internal conflicts can seem like a labyrinth.

Meditation allows us a bird’s eye view.

Once removed from the frenzy of the dilemma, we can see the maze as if drawn on a wooden disk.

The disk is floating in a sea of solutions, and we can see the pathway out.

I’m reminded of doing a maze with my four-year-old grandson, we came to a dead end, and I said, “Can’t get out that way.”

My grandsons’ eyes lit up, he drew a line through the dead end, smiled and said, “Look Papa, you can jump right over!”

Seemed right to me. Sometimes solutions are simpler than we’re taught.

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Have you asked yourself, “What good does it do, to chose to believe, that change has to be hard?”

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Sat down to meditate, the thought came, you’ll get something at meditation class. This is it, would have liked something shorter.

In 1986 I did my first creative visualization journey. My brother-in-law introduced me to the experience. He had read about it in a book and assumed he was qualified. His introduction was, ” Hey, let’s try this, this will be fun.” He was quite successful but had no idea what to do with the aftermath.

In the journey, I entered a house, went down a hall and entered a room. I was to describe the room, the child I found there and share how I felt. It was not a pleasant experience. I saw a dirty, sad, stupid child, sitting on a hardwood floor, in an empty room like you would find in an abandoned house.

He was two or three years old and was in front of a dirty window. If he had been standing, he would have been tall enough to see out, but he was just sitting, staring towards a west wall.

My feelings towards the child were utter disgust and loathing, pretty much straight up hate. Say hello to, inner child.

Over the years I’ve decorated the room, hung curtains, painted and have made a lot of changes, but I found it to be more interesting to explore the innumerable other rooms that exist in the world of creative visualization.

Found an awesome stone meditation platform that overlooks a tropical forest and found that to be much more pleasant to spend my time there. I hadn’t spent any time in the inner child room for quite a few years.

My wife and I are attending a meditation class on Sundays that uses creative visualization as an avenue for self-discovery and change. At one point, during Sunday’s journey, we were supposed to meet ourselves, face to face.

Immediately I was standing in the doorway of that room.

What I saw was the bubbly face of our two-year-old granddaughter, alive, vibrant, happy, well. Then I realized, oh that’s me. Wow what a surprise. Well, hello inner child.

It’s been a slow journey to cultivate love for the child I was first introduced to. I am now grateful for the journey, for through it I can offer hope. This experience is a very small miracle in the grand scheme of things, but a grand one for me. Love is a life changing force; it is our core essence.

Sitting in meditation opens our heart to let it change our life.

No matter where we start from or how we see ourselves to be, there is hope.

We seem to be in an accelerated era of change, what has taken me half a lifetime to realize, can now be accessed and assimilated much more quickly. Change your beliefs.

We are packets of energy responding to how we see ourselves to be. The fact that we can view ourselves in so many ways reflect the creative force we are, we are 100% source energy.

We are……. write your own love story and share your love with the rest of us. Your successes are our successes. We are all one.

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We are our sacred space.