Tag: short stories

A Flask of Faith

Morning Meds; 10 6 21

A tiny amount of faith is said to have the ability to move a mountain.

It is like a spiritual currency.

Most of us are always reinforceing our lack of.

Our beliefs are consolidated energy.

Faith is not some elusive magic ingredient, it is just thought energy.

We need to tell ourselves we have a lot of it, instead of a lack of.

It would be just as easy to drink from a flask of faith as it would to be to drink from a flask of doubt.

We generate and shape the creative energy of our minds.

Consciously choose to fill your flask with faith.

A Lull

Morning Meds. 10 6 19

I hate it when it seems the flow has stopped

and I realize I have grumbled a day away.

Old voices ask,

“What have I done to stop the flow?

Have I angered the Gods?

Have I committed a spiritual crime?”

Then the voice from my core,

“Rest my child, it’s just a lull, allow your heart to rest.

Sit,

breathe

and follow your breath.”

That done and the channel is open again.

Unaccepted Gift

Morning Meds; 10 6 18

You can never enjoy an unaccepeted gift.

Accepting unconditional love

washes away our precieved guilt.

Source is ga-ga in love with us.

Our true nature is to love

ourselves as Source loves us

We are one.

Once realized,

there is the possibility of

regifting this treasure to others.

In The Grand Scheme

Morning Meds; 10 5 21

Burdensome boundaries

imagined in our minds

intersecting the menagerie of

infinite possibilities

always present before us.

Enduring spiritual amnesia

as change continuously

stirs our world

in this game of humanness.

Through portals

at the threshold of our minds

we journey by realization

back to our original formlessness.

Accessing the magnificence

of this grand scheme

of sequential experiences

of pleasure and pain

to reawaken our

anesthetized soul.

Androgynous Deities

Morning Meds; 10 5 19

androgynous deity

dancing the dance of duality.

female and male,

neither and both,

always spinning,

morphing back and forth.

The perfect balance of all things divine

and all things human.

The journey from root to crown.

The androgynous dance of

Kundalini energy

spiraling up our spine.

Morning Painting

Morning Meds; 10 4 21

I painted a picture as I awoke.

I painted it with thought.

I used the palette from yesterday

filled with stale paint.

Spoke it to life with my belief

that this day would be the same.

Having finished it with fine detail

I blindly stepped inside.

Not realizing that what I had painted,

was where I would spend my day.

(Our thoughts become the landscape we choose to live our lives in.)

Limits

Morning Meds; 10 4 19

When we think we have reached our limit, we are usually right, at least momentarily.

The good news is that we are the one who sets the limits.

We are limitless creatures of light, the only boundaries to our potential are our beliefs in limitation.

If we look back through our lifes, at other points where we thought we had reached our limit, we were always greater than what we believed ourselfs to be.

Infinite possibility leaves a lot of wiggle room to find a way to continue.

Not Bound

Morning Meds; 10 4 18

Three part harmony.

Opinion often masquerades as truth. Not everything I was taught as a youth, was true. My instructors taught me with my best interest at heart. I send them love for their concern for my spiritual welfare.

1.

I would rather believe I am clinging than to believe I am bound.

2.

A birds feet are designed like a clothes pin, when relaxed, they grip. The bird must make a conscious effort to release and fly.

We are not bound.

for

boundage presumes victimism, whereas clinging, presumes free will. We cling to old beliefs sometimes out of fear. We like a bird must choose to let go.

3.

A locked room can be a prison or a sanctuary, it depends on our perspective. We are always able to change perspectives. We are as free as we choose to believe.