Tag: short stories

Morning Meds; 12 17 19

While I meditated in my inner garden, Source passed by to gather the flowers He’s been growing in my heart.

Morning Meds; 12 16 19

We are a creative manifestation of God/Source, we are endowed with creative abilities.

It is easy to see ourselves as bellows while meditating.

Good in, bad out.

Wellness in, sickness out.

Abundance in, lack of out.

Just for fun try this.

I am creative, I fill my bellows with the perfection, the wellness, and the abundance I have always been and exhale them into my surroundings.

The universe will expand in response.

Bottled energy can create pressure, thoughts of.

I can’t keep up,

I’ve painted myself into a corner,

I’m trapped,

There’s no way out,

Oh hell, it’s Christmas again and I have too much to do, shrinks our universe.

Use your imagination to expand your space, take some pressure off, be the Creator you are.

I wonder if the expansion of our universe via the Big Bang, is just a single exhalation of Source.

Morning Meds; 12 16 18

The single thought of ourselves as someone separated from Source, may be the only thought keeping us from realizing the fullness of inseparability.

Morning Meds; 12 16 21

I cast my net across the universe gathering words to feed my soul.

Imagines wriggling, wiggling, boiling beneath the net.

Churning the waters of the Black Sea of Imagination.

Information formed before the birth of time.

Inviting capture, wishing to be reviewed, received, passed on and released back to where it came.

Morning Meds; 12 15 19

What happens when allow the Berenstain Bears to linger in your meditation space?

Bogus beliefs of boundaries, beget barriers, barring the benevolent bounty of Source.

Malicious mental messages manifest malignant malevolent manifestations.

Sweet soothing sentences sent from Source, secures subsidence for the soul.

Sorry, I’ll try to be more careful tomorrow.

Ya must watch out for Doctor Seuss too.

Seeing we are forever; we are forever young.

Have a childish day.

Morning Meds; 12 15 18

The restoration of our memory of who and what we are releases the reverberating resonance of love from our hearts.

We can know what we knew before we came into this world.

(Interesting mantra, “I know what I knew before I came into this world”)

Our imagined journey is not so much about becoming something new, it’s remembering what we are.

Morning Meds; 12 14 21

Consciousness remains the same whether sick or well.

It surrounds us in comfort and love.

All is well just the other side of physical experiences and manifestation.

Morning Meds; 12 14 19

As a glacier warms in the sun, its temperature rises, and it flows to the sea.

We in meditation raise our vibrations and flow into the ocean of Consciousness called Source.

Morning Meds; 12 14 18

Past traumas are recalled as images in our minds. Their image can carry the weight of the actual event, yet the structure of the image, mental energy, is no different than the images of a daydream.

Reduce the power of past traumas by realizing they are just recalled images of energy. Divide them into separate little particles like droplets in a cloud and allow them to dissipate.

We are the one who changes thought energy into solid structures and choose how much they can affect our lives.

Imagination is one of the most powerful tools we can use to bring positive change into our lives. Imagine great things for yourself today.

Morning Meds; 12 13 21

All my fears appear in my future.

All are subject to change.

Most have little validity,

unless I choose to breathe life into them.

Beside each is the alternative possibility of

how things can go well or even better.

The one I focus on will bring about its end result.

Focusing on the moment offers peace in our created storms,

storms created by the energy of fear instead of the energy of trust.

(My heart goes out to all those impacted by the tornado.

Their fears are in their present moments.

Theirs are real, not imagined.)