Tag: short stories

Morning Meds; 1 6 20

Living in shame, is living in a personal slaughterhouse.

A house filled with memories preserved on hooks to remind us of our disappointments.

What’s past is past, no reason to keep it.

S- still

H- harboring

A- all

M- my

E- enmity

“Enmity the state or feeling of being actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. “

Feelings of shame are hostile feelings against us.

We are unconditionally loved. These feeling, like all uncomfortable feelings will melt, it they are dipped in love.

Send them love, it’s amazing stuff. It’s the opposite vibrations and neutralizes their power. It brings your life back to the present.

Love is Source, the thing we fear we lost.

Anytime we send love, we are home.

Morning Meds; 1 6 19

The realities we create are our own.

We can fill them with whatever we choose to see and experience.

A conscious choice to see a world that chooses to help us instead of assault us, opens the doors to different living experience.

There isn’t anything that’s not an expression of All There Is, whether it be saint, angel or demon.

We form what we see from the sea of unmanifested possibilities that we are immersed in.

Freewill allows us to be completely responsible for what we purposely or accidentally create for ourselves.

With blame eradicated from our assessment of our lives, we can forgive ourselves and falsely blamed others and begin to threat ourselves and others with mutual love and respect.

It is a challenging shift in conscious intent but gives us hope for change and frees us from weighted memories we drag along behind us.

May our imagined angels bless us, our imagined monsters be friendly and may we fill our lives with compassion.

Create yourself a great new year.

We blaze a trail with our eyes, where our eyes focus, is where we place our feet.

If we are not happy with where we are headed, we need only to change our focal point.

Morning Meds; 1 5 20

The Am in the phrase, I Am, is a state of beingness.

It is not a precursor to the description of anything.

It is the beingness of everything.

Am is limitless, indivisible, total, all there is.

It’s not a location, it is locationless.

It is to exist with no frame of reference to the idea of,

Here or where I am,

Who I am,

What I am

When I am

It is the single vibration of All That Is.

If everything, expressed and unexpressed, past, present, future was one instrument,

Am would be the single note it releases when struck, plucked, strummed….

Every construct we use to describe our existence no longer applies.

We feel it as unconditional love.

It is a state of beingness.

It is our true nature.

Morning Meds; 1 5 19

Our sense of needing more to be happy is linked to our imagined sense of loss of contact with Source.

We have everything we could ever need to be completely joyful now.

Our beliefs of separation from Source are illusions.

Morning Meds 1 4 22

In meditation I followed a white Salmon through dark Sea of Consciousness,

my formless essence swirling in the current of its wake.

It’s ability to return to its point of origin mirrored by my own.

Moving through the buoyancy of salt, into the turbulence of fresh,

the waters of time imagined, swept by.

Fears of feeding bears

were replaced by the memories of agreed upon fates.

A knowing that energy released

is destined to be shared again and

is nothing but a continuance of the existence of One.

In clouds of lives expired,

consciousness shared,

paired,

recombined in still pools.

Eggs welcome sperm,

minnows grow to shed their membranes,

life flows back into the dark Sea of Consciousness.

We are eternal,

our forms but transitory expressions of creative thought.

Our belief in a point of origin a dilution.

We always are and have always been.

Our imagined point of origin is only a moment of memory,

a remembrance of shifting into a new imagined form.

Morning Meds; 1 4 20

The feelings of dissatisfaction, being stuck and trapped are the wrapping of Source’s presents of transformation.

It’s the paper around the gift.

These feeling always proceed new insight.

Send them love, thank Source in anticipation of new things coming and by all means don’t go to war with them.

Wayne Dyer, “Change the way you look at things and the things you look at will change.”

Morning Meds: 1 4 19

Remembrance return,

Like warmth to spring,

Salmon to their birth site,

Geese to a lake.

Remembrance return,

Like bees to a hive,

A mother to her den,

Rainwater to a pool.

Still lakes of energy resting,

Silent shining shimmers,

Resting pools,

waiting to be accessed,

Waiting for love to stir their surface.

Remembrance return,

To awaken us to who we are,

To allow us to be as we were.

To remind us of how we’ve always been.

Remembrance return

Us to our original home.

Morning Meds 1 3 22

As a lower brick in a wall disintegrates and crumbles beneath the weight, all the other bricks above it begin their decent into entropy, each cracking and crumbling creating a greater area of decay. In time the wall falls and needs to be rebuilt. When someone undertakes the arduous task to transitioning spiritual beliefs it is common to have an uncomfortable period of time when the old wall has collapsed beyond repair, but a new structure is still being pieced together.

Morning Meds; 1 3 20

Although change can be unwelcomed when all seems well, change is an unchangeable law.

Still water becomes stagnant and can breed disease.

We as well need to stir our consciousness with a fresh contact with Source often.

Our energy is revitalized when we acknowledge our oneness.