Authenticity

Morning Meds; 12 3 21

Our lives are music dancing in the air.

Dissonant or harmonic,

rhythmic or arrhythmic,

we exist to play our own song.

We are not here to be someone else’s version of us or someone else’s version of spirituality.

We are not drawn to Source to be a copy of someone else’s aspirations of correctness.

Our callings are beyond the approval ratings delved out by well-meaning others.

We are not here to be spiritual clones.

We are here to remember our essence and express it as Source flows in us.

Life In a Snow Globe

Morning Meds; 12 2 18

I often imagine my life as if I live within a snow globe and just beyond my mental and spiritual vision, i.e., the glass, is the vast completely filled void of Source, where all things are one.

No good, no bad, no up, no down, just Source.

Seeing your world from the interior of a snow globe can create the Job complex, for snow globes were made to be shook.

My Job complex was believing that God comes by to shake the globe, just to wash my snowy reactions.

It is part of an eternal game of craps between ultimate good and ultimate evil.

A view cultivated from a belief in a cursed world and us as inferior damaged seed.

Although the snow globe view is flawed in that it promotes the mistruth of separation and that we are in some way distanced from Source.

For me it still is useful tool of thought to help guide me past the imagined separation.

The needy God, the one who demands loyalty, admiration, devotion has for the most part has been replaced by one of unconditional love.

Ultimate Evil has faded away, as just another attempt to explain duality and the possibility of seeing Source, myself and all things as one, looms on the horizon.

We humans like stability, much of my conflict, is in my attempt to reshape my beliefs, so that they will mesh like puzzle pieces forming some kind of orderly coherent doctrine.

It can be a challenge.

Source unconditionally loves us…. because

Source unconditionally loves everything because there is nothing else but Source.

Source, whatever it may be, can’t hate itself.

As we begin to remember where we came from, we to will love ourselves completely and unconditionally.

The love, that has been blocked by our spiritual Alzheimer’s, will flow out and flood the world.

Vibrancy

Morning Meds; 12 2 19

The vibrancy we feel, and project is dependent upon the vibrations reverberating from within.

Like a tuning fork, our core resonates the pitch of our creator.

A continual unstoppable pitch of unconditional love.

We can’t stop it.

It has and always will resound.

Meditation stills our mind, so we can still our surface noise.

As our surface noise stills, we can recognize the sound rising from our core.

It always to call us home, into the warmth of unconditional love.

If we need anything in our life, we only look within.

Stardust

Morning Meds; 12 1 19

Consciousness exploded,

the Everything separating into everything, and we are but one.

Particles of manifested consciousness, flung from, our best guess, an exploding star.

Each essential element, eternally and completely alive.

Stardust magnificently regathered into universes, galaxies, planets, and stars.

Our consciousness too, was once the unformed energy of nothingness.

We are a portion of the Everything that once was one.

Exploded consciousness reformed, precisely regathered into an eternal expression.

The eternal expression of the miracles we have become.

Delegating Fears

Morning Meds; 12 1 18

Mind wouldn’t quiet, busy day ahead.

The winds of a lot of things, were blowing through my head.

I can only take care of my stuff and it’s the same for everyone else.

I can’t control another soul, but I have some say about own.

So, I grabbed a pad of stinky note, wrote a single word for some of the biggest woes.

Fifteen notes of various fears of which, I have absolutely no control.

Put them in a wood box and handed them to God.

“You sure are going to be busy today, to many things that seem undone. I need to concentrate on what I can do, so I’ll let you have all this fun.”

Must have worked, the day is done.

My heart is filled with peace.

Told Source, “Hey thanks a lot, you did well, I appreciate the rest.

Tomorrow, I’ll fix you up another box, you always do the best.”

It will be fun to open the box in about a month, review the notes and see how well Source has done.

Black Sea of Imagination / The Sea of Infinite Possibility

(This is part of a story I’m working on. The Shaman is describing what he encountered on a journey.)

The Great Void is indescribable Consciousness, we are immersed in its enormity.

It is Laozi’s Tao, Moses’s God, Hinduism’s Brahman, Buddhism’s Beyond the Beyond.

All of its energetic potential is meticulously balanced to equal zero and before us, around us and through us, stretches the emptiness of the Great Void.

It is ultimate balance,
where the infinity of evil, equals the infinity of good,
and duality isn’t expressed.

Our simple mathematics can demonstrate that one plus negative one equals nothing.

In the Void, positive infinity plus negative infinity equal nothingness.

It lies beyond the vision of mankind’s eyes, beyond our reach of reason, beyond our futile attempts of mathematical computation.

Black Sea of Imagination / The Sea of Infinite Possibility

Within the Void lies the Black Sea Imagination.

The waters of this black Sea flow from the mountains of the Void.

These mountains stand nowhere in space, never to be found.

They’re exceedingly vast, hidden from view, a part of the everything
that is yet to exist.

Through their valleys of emptiness, rivers cascade, carrying life unformed.

Perpetually flowing eternally down, they pool into this bottomless sea.

This Sea holds the rise of all that can be and all that has ever been and whatever is spent returns to the sea and waits to be created again.

It holds the powers assigned to Gods, the living energy of unlimited possibilities.

With gleeful pleasure Deities dance and thrive in this Black Sea.

Deities remembered or forgotten, but alive for eternity, for out of its waters they rose.

They have come and have gone from mankind’s awareness with the evolution of mankind’s needs.

Their usefulness coveted or discarded as mankind deems it to be.

Retreating from awareness, they exist to be needed again.

Gods kneeling in the waters, ladling liquid matter in its most pliable state, then flinging the matter into the vast emptiness of time and space.

Galaxies forming as pieces fall into place, sailing across the black blank Void.

Galaxies drawn from its depths, creative omnipotence, gifts of Supreme Consciousness.

Stars flung to their hangers in space, their fire drawn from the black waters.

Planets too, drawn, balled, cast into place all by cosmic design.

Drawn out of this sea, the source of all things created and of everything that can ever be.

We, as were the Gods, were created from out of this sea by whomever or whatever Consciousness may be.

A speck of thought brought us to life for eternity.

Mankind gathers on the shore of the Black Sea of Imagination, lining its edge, most of them completely unaware of what laps at their feet.

Humans with their teaspoons, gods with dippers as big as galaxies. Mankind unaware of the potential that is theirs to enjoy.

Each individual encased in their fog
of what they imagine, oblivious to how they create an illusion so profound.

Most struggle or humor themselves
lost in their personal cloud, while at their feet the Black Sea waits for their awareness to grow.

We exist as if confined in a snow globe, our perceptions cast on the interior glass.

Our whole perceptual existence perceived as a world all our own.

The decorative interior, produced by the thoughts and beliefs we use to create our realities.  

Our system of human duality solidifying the energy into an illusion of perceived separation.   

Beyond our snow globe existence are realities of existing energies, unseen to us because they are not solidified into an understandable form, a reality where duality is remembered but not enacted. 

Where good and evil fade into one, up and down no longer matter, for location does not exist. 

Wealth has nothing to do with possessions. 

Hierarchy of achievements are neutralized, a shared realization of oneness the only tone to be felt.  

This nothingness when felt, is what we have labeled unconditional love.   This feeling is not an earned gift, it’s not something received due to status, behaviors or actions.  

It is the feeling of our immersion in the totality of the Consciousness, of Source, God, All There Is, The Creator of All.  

This feeling of being unconditionality loved is always available and accessible the instant we remember that it is impossible to be separated. 

We are all one with Source no matter what expression we are creating for our experience of reality.