Morning Meds; 7 3 20
You can’t always choose which thoughts, drive down the highway of your mind when you first awake, but you can always choose which of the thoughts you flag down and choose to ride with.
If it seems beyond your ability to choose, sit down, meditate and call a cab that can carry you to where you would prefer to be.
Our minds are ours to guide, no different than a pianist’s fingers.
Morning Meds; 7 2 19
We are the purchasing agent for our spiritual life.
We order what we need from the unlimited universe.
Luckly most things are free.
Sometimes we choose to put a price tag on what we desire, and we say, “I will need more faith so I can have this.”
Faith is our spiritual currency for spiritual things. Items are obtained through faith.
Luckily, faith is a gift too and the more we use it the more it grows within.
So, shop away it’s all free for the asking, it just takes a little faith.
Morning Meds; 7 1 22
We are spirits in a human shell, we are always a miracle.
Our human side is just the tip of our spiritual iceberg.
Our humanness is a mere reflection of our magnitude.
Morning Meds; 7 1 19
Sometimes a morning stroll down the corridor of your soul can bring unprecedented splendor.
I heard the morning call for meditation, someone had struck the gong.
The song of the gong swelled within my stillness, I felt it’s ease and slowly sang along.
“I am, the I am, I always am.”
“I am, the I am, I always am.”
In the darkness before me a splendor began to unfurl,
endless rows of seated priests, arranged in rank-and-file.
They all sang the same refrain, together they sang as one.
I was one among all and the all was everything.
We each held a translucent orb cradled on our laps.
It contained the sagas of all our lives and all of our realities revealed.
Our lives of the past, our lives to come, the life we’re living now.
We all looked straight ahead.
We looked as if we saw, but there was no form, no brilliant glow, no glitter, nor a show.
Yet before us was the Source of All in the fullness of its glory.
We were it and it was us.
Identical, one, the same.
Not one of us, was the least part less, not one of us was more.
We all had gathered to sing the song,
The song of the sounding gong.
“I am, the I am, I always am.”
“I am, the …”
Sorry if didn’t acknowledge you this morning, I know you were there too.
Morning Meds; 6 30 19
Don’t let your focus on a fault keep you from seeing all the beauty of your soul.
One bad day cannot compare to your infinite greatness.
It would be like standing at the Grand Canyon and missing its grandeur because someone littered.
Morning Meds; 3 2 22
Humans… the animated thoughts of Source, thinking for themselves.
Morning Meds; 6 28 19
It’s so easy to get caught up in a perceived world of
either or or,
where we choose to believe that only one possible outcome is possible.
We exclude all the possibilities of two dissimilar options blending into one.
In a reality of infinite possibilities impossible things can happen.
Our beliefs create our happenings.
Morning Meds; 6 27 19
It’s not our responsibility to enlighten the entire world, we just need to let our light illuminate the space around us.
Illuminating our space allows others to realize their own radiance.
It’s not our place to attempt to shape their light to our liking, for then it will be merely a reflection of our own and its authenticity is lost.
Our authenticity is the essence of our core, the essence of the who and what we eternally are, that spark that animates our human form and continues on after our human form is discarded.
As other individuals find ways to appreciate and radiate their own special light, the world will reflect the change.
Morning Meds; 6 26 19
Our eyes process the frequency of wavelengths of light converting them to useable information we call color.
Our brain processes the frequencies of spiritual concepts into useable information we call words.
Words are like libraries, volumes of attached information come with every word.
Our emotions are affected by their meaning.
We are defined by our vocabulary.
How we speak to ourselves shapes our day.
Morning Meds; 6 25 19
Realizing that the religious rule book I was raised with didn’t seem to jive at times, set into motion many changes.
You can see it as a great mystery and hang on to what you have or see it as a great mystery and search for the whys and the whys not.
I tend to hang onto the parts that offer comfort and toss out the parts that do not.
It seems a lot like an algebra equation, everyone’s favorite.
You know the drill. A+B+C=D
All the letters represent things you were taught and together they equal D.
Then suddenly you find out that B isn’t right.
So now, D isn’t right.
It goes on and on and I doubt if it ever will stop.
Continually reevaluating your beliefs seeing how they feel, tossing out the old and plugging in the new.
I realized that to retain some of the more comforting ones, I have to take all of the less comfortable ones along with them.
They are a unit.
So back to class I go, hoping to quiet my mind enough to hear the answers in the stillness.
It used to be quite stressful, but I have felt the final answer and I know that D = unconditional love. That is the sum of all the parts.
The feeling is beyond description.
It is the classroom, the text, the teacher, and the answers at the end of the book where you compare your answers.
Ain’t it great?
Meditative Imagery 