Tag: spirituality

Morning Meds; 2/20/20

Let the dark cloak shrouding our beliefs fall away.

Let us stand naked before our concept

of what we believe our Creator to be.

Let unconditional love confirm it’s vastness.

If uncomfortableness prevents our acceptance of unlimited access,

or we feel the necessity of shame,

we still do not grasp unconditional love’s magnitude.

Let us reminisce our lives,

realizing that no thought, action or behavior,

ever caused Source to feel embarrassment for us, nor ever lessened the volume of love given.

The realization of unconditional love guarantees unconditional access.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

If in the reading of this a remembered thought, action, or behavior Screams, “What about me?”

That’s the one to start sending love to.

Have a blessed day.

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Finding the answers to the question,

“What’s right with this picture?”

Generates gratitude.

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Meditative visualization allows us to see mental and spiritual concepts as physical forms.

We can maneuver around or through anything and everything to find help for what we need.

For those of you who are frequent flyers, next time you wander through the universe at will, imagine yourself as formless.

Formlessness renders all things equal.

Huge and tiny are no different, good or evil can’t define you, atoms and universes are one in the same.

The necessity of imagined form holds us captive; formlessness removes all boundaries and obstructions.

It is very possible that our true essence is formless living energy.

We are but thoughts having thoughts, pretending to have form.

Have fun.

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Fourteen garments hanging on a rack, which do I choose to wear?

Garments of distinctive varied traits displayed; each bring different ends.

The garments are a spectrum of thoughts and feelings from worse to better to best.

Dark cloaks of fear and sadness to joyfully coats of courage and song.

We transform ourselves by simply putting them on.

The energy within their fibers, the patterns of their weave, are absorbed into our psyche.

They endow us with their living essence we become what they provide.

Thoughts of courage and light, joy and faith.

Thoughts of fear and darkness, sadness and pain.

We feel the way we see ourselves and how we feel effects how we see.

It’s a cycle only we can change one decision at a time.

The coverings we cloth ourselves in sets our performance for the day.

We are free to choose what we wish to wear, it’s up to us to decide.

We needn’t wear yesterdays for a new wardrobe is provided every day.

We get so use to what we’ve always worn we forget we can put on something new.

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The infinite treasures within our core lie just beyond our hallucinations of lack.

We are so much more than what we were taught to believe.

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Emotions are the echoes of the voice of our beliefs.

Following an emotion back to its source, will always lead back to ourselves.

Emotions are always a reaction.

The echo we feel reveals our opinions and beliefs.

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Beyond the beyond,

past our struggles and fears

rest awaits.

That silent place of bliss

where duality cradles itself into one.

Where diversity of choices

are seen in their true form.

Beyond the beyond,

where thoughts are stilled,

we begin to know

the complexity we see here

is but a powerful dream.

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Our emotions responses rise from a pool of energy,

apparitions formed by our beliefs.

We create the ghosts we live with.

The energy pool is ours to stir or still.

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I sometimes feel reluctance in moving forward in my perceived spiritual journey, for fear of losing some important aspects of myself.

A fear of something new and unknown.

Like most spiritual concepts, which seem to be the exact opposite of the way we were taught to view our world.

It’s not that we are heading to someplace new, we are returning to our place of origin, our true self.

Ancient, eternal, authentic, original.

What we cling to, is a mirage we have cloaked ourselves in.

Even the thought of journeying and returning, is a mirage.

We are and always have been dreaming.

We are resting in the safe center of the heart of the Creator of All.

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We need not fight each separate wave that crashes onto the shores of our consciousness, for the pounding continuous expressions of thought are relentless.

They wash in, leaving their remnants on the beach.

We needn’t pick each expression up.

We can sort through the debris, gather the items we hoped to find, disregard the rest.

The unchosen will dissipate back into the sea.