Tag: spirituality

Morning Meds; 7 23 19

A symphony awaits us each time we listen to our heart, within our core is the music of the spheres.

We are a Universe.

Morning Med: 7 23 22

Putting off necessary actions creates a wagon of burden that we drag along behind.

Do the necessary task to free yourself from its grasp.

Often the stress we feel is not what we’ve done, it is the baggage of the undone.

Morning Meds; 7 21 20

About a year ago I dreamt of a world in chaos….

(Humanity’s Malice) (I posted a dream about a wasteland and how I saw a stone marker with the words Humanity’s Malice written on it.

In the dream I saw the remains of a baseball backstop protruding out of some rubble that was shaped like an upside-down y.)

…… This y shaped form appeared again in a recent dream. When I researched this symbol, I found that it is the Chinese character for the word enter.

Riding a bicycle up a slight mountain incline, surrounded by beauty, suddenly I crashed into a transparent wall, solid and clear as a great sheet of glass.

Getting up, I saw the shape of the y, its outer form glowing, burning in white flames.

It was to my left, a crack in the glass.

It created a passage through the two-foot-thick transparent wall.

Ducking down a bit I passed through the upside-down y.

The scenery on the other side of the y was just a continuance of the road I was bicycling on….

I have often visualized my personal and physical world as if I am living in a snow globe and just beyond the glass is the beyond the beyond. My beliefs create the interior of the globe.

Mediating on the dream, it seemed to imply that I had hit the end of the road.

I was passing into/onto something new.

Most of my posts over the last couple of years have been a process of waking up, making coffee and while I’m making my coffee, a word would pop into my head.

When I meditated, more information about the theme would come and I could write it down.

With a little doctoring and editing I would pass it on, in hope that it might be useful to someone else.

That simple process has stopped since I hit this transparent wall. i.e… the end of the road.

I spoke of this to a friend and advisor; she said maybe I needed to go through the rectangular door from the first dream, Humanity’s Malice. I had never pursued it.

Clearing my mind as much as it would clear, I lifted open the door.

Instead of a door, it became a coin, with its opposing sides of heads or tails.

I saw a side view of my world as opposing mirrored reflections and in the same way that someone could turn over a globe and have south pole moved to top, I could see my world rotating.

I was now looking at a rectangular door stamped with the inscription “Humanity’s Malice.”

This is not my normal viewpoint.

We live in the landscapes our beliefs paint for us.

We are creative infinite energy experiencing the sensations of being human.

I hope this repositioning of viewpoint and the symbolism it represents will spill over into something useful to others.

I have still been receiving and writing down information when I meditate, but it is not the same.

It doesn’t seem readily shareable.

It doesn’t flow like it did.

Morning Meds; 7 20 19

In a war between good and evil, the instant you choose to hate your enemies, you’ve joined the other side.

Morning Meds 7 19 20

Every drop of hate, transmuted into a droplet of love by our conscious choice, drops to Earth to help her quell the fires of strife.

Morning Meds; 7 19 22

I was raised to believe that God would only use you if you were worthy.

If you aren’t the saintly type and choose to believe this it is true, it sure can limit opportunities.

Some of these old beliefs are hard to shake.

What still lingers in the shadows of your soul?

What voices whisper lies of dread?

Those unaddressed conclusions are based on bogus information.

Old rules and codes of conduct glorified for the point of control raised up as unreachable standards.

A measuring stick that you must be this tall to ride this ride…

I don’t think whoever or whatever created us is really that picky.

Love isn’t. Love is inclusive, tolerant, and accepting.

Don’t let misinformation hold you hostage.

Morning Meds; 7 18 19

I have had trouble with my blood pressure.

I mainly use diet and herbs to keep it down.

I have gotten very lax about it.

I had had a rough day, went to bed early really exhausted.

I thought it was most likely my bp.

I didn’t check it because I really didn’t want to know.

It had been high enough to be life threatening.

When I woke up, I checked it, and it was up there.

This is my dream.

I’m lying on a tile floor in a mall and two teenage girls walk up to me and one of them kisses me on my forehead. (?)

I think to myself, “Wow, they really do love me.” in the since of confirmation, not surprise.

Next, I’m standing by my garage/shop. (common location in my dreams, personal life)

I am trying to rearrange and make more room in my garage.

I look up and see a silhouette of a person in a 1930’s broad brimmed hat carrying a large cloth sack.

It’s slung over his shoulder like a Santa bag.

He’s walking across the sky above me.

He enters from the east, (future) I am facing north (spiritual).

He turns toward the south (present time) and I walk parallel with him, down a hill.

I’m on a sidewalk, he’s still up in the sky.

I have a camera taking a picture. (dream books say, means pay attention to something, I think recording memories).

There are two, 3 to 4 years old girls just down the hill and I am pointing to the man in the sky and telling them to look, because I know they will never get to see this again. (?)

We follow the figure all the way southward down the hill.

The figure gets ahead of us and crosses from the east toward the west and disappears. (how the sun travels in one day)

I walk back up the hill and I get back to the garage and say to myself “Oh screw it, I’m going to keep on doing what I’m doing” and I started to clean out the garage.

I wanted to rearrange to make more room.

I instantly knew there was no more room. (I had nothing else I really needed to do)

I saw a snow sled in front of me with a stocking cap and gloves neatly hanging on it. (Everything was in order)

I looked back to the sky and now there were two silhouettes walking together towards the north.

One of the girls said, “He’s learning how to do the balloons.” (balloons of ascension?)

If you trace the first man path, it ended up making the letter z (last letter in the alphabet)

The snow sled speaks of winter, the last season.

As I meditated on it this morning, I realized I had witnessed my passing.

From a family kiss of love, (laying on a slab) to whomever or whatever will come to escort me home.

I took my herbs this morning, a whole bunch.

As I meditated and interpreted, I realized that, I don’t think I have anything to fear, everything’s in order.

What a great gift.

The first question that came to mind after that was, have I shown enough love in this lifetime?

It wasn’t that I would be judged, it was just a legitimate concern.

I believe we will want to know the answer to that when we pass.

Love is the most important thing.

Dreams are a gift of guidance.

Keep track of the symbols, they speak volumes.

Morning Meds; 7 18 20

If you want to see the future about a situation, write down your expectations.

Your expectations reveal what you believe.

Your beliefs create your future.

Morning Meds; 7 17 19

Standing in the shadow of an old belief can temporarily obscure our view.

We can always move forward and reacquaint ourselves with the light.