Autobiographies

Morning Meds; 11 15 19

The more I search for the who and what I am,

the more I discover the who’s and what’s I’ve been.

My endless autobiographies written during my existences

as I masqueraded in newly acquired bodies,

all shelved in the library of my soul.

Behind the name I used in each autobiography a footnote remains

reminding me that my true essence is remains unchanged,

I am but a shimmer of Consciousness

floating eternally beyond the concept of time.

Yesterday’s Choices

Morning Meds; 11 15 18

The steppingstones we step upon today, are yesterday’s choices.

Today’s choices will create tomorrow’s steppingstones.

Begin to cultivate a belief in provided miraculous guidance in decision making.

Watch the scenery of your life change day by day.

The universe conspires to guide us, help us, and love us.

Love is always the best choice.

Thought Scoundrels

Morning Meds; 11 14 18

I heard a knock; I opened the door and oooooohhhhhhh noooooooo! There they stood, thought scoundrels.

You know the type of thought; they don’t have anything nice to say about anything or anyone and most of the time they’re not to keen on you or me either.

They’re so persistent, they’ll shove a foot in the door and just keep pressing.

They’re like a pots and pans salesman or a concerned witness worried about the fate of your soul.

You must admit, you have to admire their compassion.

What was I to do? I felt bad the moment I saw them, and I knew, without a doubt, I’d feel even worse if I let them in.

Then I remembered the perfect cure. I’ve dealt with these scoundrels before.

In fact, I thought, I’ll get even for the last time I listened to their pitch. I smiled an evil grin.

I reached deep inside, grabbing the strongest weapon I have.

I sent them love, the biggest blast I could.

I knew if I sent them love, they would have to go away.

They can’t stand the sound, it has too high of a pitch, when they hear it, they leave.

I said goodbye and closed the door.

Sending retaliatory love is always the sweetest revenge.

I Missed Your Presence

Morning Meds; 11 14 21

I ask for the storm to quell,

the noise to still,

the pain to fade,

for silence in all its warmth to arrive.

The blanket of peace,

the cloak of comfort,

stillness within my soul.

An atmosphere of love,

neutrality,

balance,

nothingness.

No time,

no age,

no health,

no desires,

no fear,

no hopes,

just quiet.

Good morning awareness,

I’ve missed your presence,

It seems I’ve gotten too busy again.

Our Drive to Survive

Morning Meds; 11 14 19

I wonder if our drive to survive, our competitive nature, is installed when we incarnate.

One step beyond our world of duality, is oneness with Source without duality.

The Taoist creation story goes from one,

Source, (The Tao, Consciousness, God)

to two, (the one become two) the creation of duality,

to two becoming three, (duality expressed)

which becomes the ten thousand things that surround us.

When we are one with Source there is nothing and no one or anything to compete against.

What a peaceful experience that would be.

Seems a lot like meditation.

Conversations

Morning Meds; 11 13 19

Most my posts come from dreams or a morning meditation. Generally I write them down as they pass through and then attempt to make them more presentable.

Often they come in first person like I am being spoken to.

I change you to us and I to we, so they are less personal before I post them.

Sometimes they are like a question answer session, this is part of this morning’s meditation.

Parentheses enclose words added for clarity.

This conversation refers to our concept of how we are on a spiritual journey.

…….

A million miles are but a step,

A billion miles, covered in the space of a heartbeat.

Distances, locations, directions, size, dimensions, weights, or measurements do not apply to now.

The great empty spaces you see as fractures and gaps between locations are never there.

Only consciousness is there and it is everywhere.

(It is always now.)

(Consciousness) It is the portal you use and seek to use to reach your imagined destination.

Healing is now, happiness is now.

It’s not a matter of journeying to, it’s a matter of realizing that you are already there.

The belief in a journey only pushes the desired effect along ahead of you like a carrot on a stick.

Stop and enjoy the carrot.

(My thought reaction) “But I love the concept of the spiritual dream.”

Then realize it is not necessary and enjoy it for the enjoyment of it.

Share Your Essence

Morning Meds; 11 12 21

One of the shortcomings of seeing ourselves above and separate from nature,

is that nature is always willing to share its fruit with all,

because sharing its fruit insures its survival.

There may be a lesson there.

Share your essence, we are all one with Source.