Tag: spirituality

Morning Meds; 7 16 22

A garden crop can’t thrive unless the soil is prepared for its arrival.

We envision dreams to pursue and often question why they are so slow to appear.

We seldom spend time visualizing the world that would support our dreams.

Morning Meds 7 16 19

Our thoughts are the aura around our beliefs.

What are we radiating?

Morning Med; 7 15 19  

On 7 11 2019. I dreamt I was standing in a wasteland on the northern edge of a huge city.

I don’t know which.

I was alone standing by a cargo container; I thought it was my home. 

I had to relieve myself, but I heard voices to the east, so I walked to the west side of the container to be out of view. 

To the west I could see people walking in and out of manmade square doored underground cavities. 

They were a long way away. 

I never looked to the south, towards the city, but I knew it was in decay. 

Looking to the north I could tell that I was in large crater, but I couldn’t see beyond the rim. 

In the crater to the northwest, about one hundred yards away, I could see the remnants of what looked like a baseball backstop. 

One tall pipe leaning to the southwest, a shorter pipe leaning against it, so it looked like an upside-down letter y. 

My dreams always have an access point anymore and when I meditate on that point, they work like doors opening up useful information. 

There was debris beneath the y shaped symbol, and I knew it was covering an opening, the debris was not my own. 

The dream left me feeling very alone and lonely when awoke.  

I meditated on it a bit Sunday morning but didn’t go to the access point.  

I got two different thoughts.

1. Sand is the bones of mountains strewn on beaches, waiting to return to the depths of the sea to be pressed back into mountains. 

2. We walk on the bones of our ancestors, their sparks of memory rise like warm vapors intermingling back into our volume of energy. 

They both seemed like strange thoughts.

When I started meditating this morning and was immediately back into the dream, only the whole crater was covered with human bones. I walked towards the y through the remains to move the debris and uncovered a gravestone, that said, “Humanity’s Malice.”

I thought well shit, we’ve blown ourselves up. 

I have yet to decide whether to go in or not. 

………

Humanity’s Malice

Strewn bones 

Like landscaper’s stones

Crunching, crunching 

Neath my feet.

The stench of malice lingers. 

Stranded survivors

Standing in darkened doors

Surveying the decay

Lonely and afraid.

Don’t know if it was a time before 

Or a time to come,

Or a season

or a cycle in time.

The debris removed from a point of access.

A cut stone beneath

Bearing the words

“Humanity’s Malice”  

Morning Meds; 7 14 19

I am a huge tree I am and will always be.

My branches reach beyond the stars,

My roots to the heart of God.

I’ve weathered every storm that’s blown.

I’ve healed as oft I’ve broke.

Transcended every season.

Awoke from every sleep.

My branches spread across all time.

I’ve sheltered all who come,

Protecting from the heat or cold.

No one was turned away.

My roots are covered with infinite nods,

Past lives of existence stored,

The wisdom of all lives ever lived,

Flowing throughout my veins.

I’ve released my pollen to the wind

As she walked along my limbs.

Freely given, a gift of love,

It’s how all life begins.

Be the tree you’re meant to be.

Spread your branches wide.

Offer protection,

Offer love,

Remember, you are Divine.

You are a huge tree.

You are and always will be.

How do I know your worth?

We are one, you are me, I am you.

Our roots grow from the same seed.

Morning Meds; 7 13 19

For some reason, when I dream anymore there is always a door, an opening, some type of access point that I can go to and through when I meditate.

Every time I do I get help or information.

They are like mini shamanic journeys, great fun most of the time.

The opening on one of the best journeys I ever had was under a pile of old debris and dirty carpeting I saw in a dream.

It represented some things I knew I needed to clean out of my life.

It was on the floor blocking an isle (my path) in the dream.

When I removed them by meditative visualization there was a tunnel, which I explored.

I not sure if they are truly different dimensions, but it works for me.

I have a growing list of dream places to visit when I get the time.

Ah, if it wasn’t for having to work.

I’m sharing all this for at least two reasons.

1. Maybe everyone has entry points in their dreams, but never thought to look.

2. It is no wonder people are afraid of the idea of opening different dimensions, every show I watch where one is opened, all hell breaks loose.

In my experience every time I open one, some piece of hell in my life is removed.

Ask, seek, knock, our higher power can’t wait to shower us with love, guidance and help.

Dreams are a gift of guidance.

Morning Meds; 7 12 20

What if faith is nothing more than a neutral energetic thought pattern that bridges possibly and its expression?

What if doubt is nothing more than a neutral energetic thought pattern that disconnects or interferes with the coupling or bridging properties of faith?

Neither is more important than the other and they may just alternate expression like a switch.

A snowflake is one of waters manifested possibilities.

If we could minimize ourselves small enough to walk on the surface of a snowflake, would we be able to see the energy patterns that binds the molecules of water together so it can form its suspended crystalline form?

It is a bridging property triggered by temperature.

If we could view our thought world in its energetic form, would we see that the separation of manifested and unmanifested as nothing more than a simple changeable energy expression?

A bridging property triggered by thought.

Can we simply choose to allow ourselves to resonate with either of these neutral patterns to co-create our world in a loving way?

Can we better express our energetic essence of love by simplifying the mystery of faith into a tangible choice?

It might be as easy as choosing to resonate with an energetic thought pattern.

We change our reality by changing our perspective, as we choose changes for ourselves, the world we see appears to be altered.

Possibly if we begin to see faith as a tangible energetic phenomenon instead of a magic belief condition it would be more accessible.

Morning Meds 7 12 19

The Buddhists concept of impermanence liberates the soul.

Morning Meds; 7 11 19

Spirituality is so much sweeter once you realize that there’s so much more to it, than an endless attempt to placate the Almighty.

The Almighty’s perpetual angry towards me seems a distant nightmare and the need for fear absurd.

In gratitude I can melt into the peace of knowing that I am always unconditionally loved.

Morning Meds; 7/10/22

Faith is where the illogical become believable and a new set of standards for what is possible is raised. Outcomes are based on things unseen and undefinable.

To help the transition it is necessary to start with believable truths that can be expanded until they can include the illogical as possible options.

Beliefs that are contradictory need to be questioned until they become doubts.

Morning Meds; 7 10 19

When we receive a bit of new information, transformation or altered vibrational essence, it takes a bit for our energy ball to acclimate.

That pesky need for patience is often necessary.

We have to rest in the knowledge that all is well, even when it feels negative, frightening or difficult.

We are loved completely, and our essence is an indestructible force.

We just have to hang in there sometimes.