Morning Meds; 10 29 18
The grandeur of nature and Source is a feeling.
They are beyond words, our limited vocabulary is incapable of expressing the inexpressible.
Just as a picture can never capture the grandeur of a mountain,
our intellect can not comprehend the majesty of Source,
they have to be felt with our heart.
Morning Meds; 10 28 19
When the hood is pulled from a falcon’s head and the leather thong is released from the falconer hand, the falcon has to flex its talons to free itself to fly.
Unlike us humans, a bird has to flex it muscles to open its claws, they grip when relaxed.
Sometimes we have to flex our spiritual choice muscles to open our eyes to who we spiritually are.
We are creative beings of light, masquerading as humans.
“I choose to be set free from the events of this incarnation that have clouded my memory of who and what I am.”
“I choose to release my hold on the events of this incarnation that I have clung to, for they also may be clouding my memory.”
Having done both, spread your wings and fly.
Morning Meds; 10 28 18
Our times of meditation can be like visits to different concert halls.
We sit in stillness feeling the music created and conducted by the Creator of All.
It’s musical splendor, vibrates our soul and we begin to recognize that we are the music our creator, created.
Morning Meds; 10 27 19
“Healing will take a while”…
Instead you might try,
“The universe conspires to help me and I am on an accelerated healing process.”
What we believe, we receive and as we change our beliefs and we change our lives.
Our words create the pathways we walk.
Choose words that softens your way.
Trust in Who or What has called you to your imagined journey.
Morning Meds; 10 26 18
We are 100% Source energy, yet there are times we feel at a loss on how to move past some barriers that we have inadvertently constructed for ourselves.
The phrase, “I don’t know.”
Is a very harsh obstacle.
The phrase, “Please remind me of the best approach through this impasse, for I have momentarily forgotten.”
This approach softens the edges, returns us to who and what we are and clears the pathway to recollection.
The phrase, “I Know what I knew before I came into this world.” can work as a GPS to help us realize we are already and always have been home.
A review is always easier than attempting to learn something new.
We are a tree of life.
The world around us
is the foliage we create
with our thoughts.
Morning Meds; 10 27 21
Inspiration can seem to dry up,
but there is a spring within ever flowing.
Undisturbed by distraction, preferences or perspective.
It’s the flurry above the peacefulness,
It’s the spray above the sea,
It’s the smoke above the warmth,
that causes one to feel separated from the Creator of All.
We are that point of transformation
where electricity becomes light,
where water changes to steam,
where fire ignites.
We are that exact point of transition
when what was, is no more and what is to be, is freshly born.
Within we are Consciousness in its unformed state.
We are indescribable formlessness
fluctuating like a strobe,
back and forth,
between form and our original state.
We are Consciousness, 100%,
whether we feel inspired or if we don’t.
Morning Meds; 10 26 21
What a start to a new day. I awoke from a chaotic dream, where my home was in complete shambles.
Three different construction supervisors, of which I knew none, each in a different room.
All three of them on their cell phones afraid to call their boss, lest they offend one of the other supervisors by overstepping their authority.
I’m holding my phone, knee deep in trash and debris, afraid, thinking the same thing.
Well let me tell you, it didn’t take me long to plop down on my pillow to do my meditation.
I’ll call the boss, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll get this straightened out in a jiffy.
I was sure Source would be as busy as a grasshopper in a chicken coop, working in my behalf and I’ve never had a call refused.
I was going to complain that the residual energy from the dream, had me feeling, muddled.
Muddled to the core.
Dreams are funny, what you see isn’t the story, what you see represents the story that your suppose to figure out. You need to figure out how it applies to your life. Gifts from on high.
Dreams are like living hieroglyphics, they’re symbolic pictures shows.
In my dreams, the house I see myself in usually represents some aspect of my life. Seeing my house being remodeled by a bunch of strangers didn’t set well.
I thought I was doing better. I thought I was making progress. I thought I had my house in some kind of order.
I’ll call him, he’ll show me how to clear this mess up.
I found him alright.
As the silence of meditation thickened and the scattered feelings calmed, the first image I saw was the boss sound asleep in a big lounging chair, all kicked back, dreaming.
He was busy dreaming that he was meditating because he had awoken from a chaotic dream and was feeling muddled.
Talk about being taken by surprise. It was just so odd and out of place. Not at all what I expected. Then a feeling of connectedness and oneness started filtering in.
All I could do was smile and relax as I realized that this odd impression was what I needed to startle me out of the fear I was feeling.
We are never separated from Source. We just get so caught up with the show around us and we forget that it’s all a dream.
In the time scope of eternity everything is fine and we rest in the assurance that Source is always wanting to be included in our lives and in our dreams.
As I exited the image, feeling much unmuddled, I thought I could almost hear a chuckle and the words “Got ya.” but I’m sure I was just dreaming.
Morning Meds;10 26 18
Just a thought.
It seems that the hardest place to send love, is across an aisle.
It’s to bad love isn’t a politically correct emotion.
Morning Meds; 10 25 19
If it wasn’t for reoccurring disappointments, we wouldn’t realize that we have grown. Sooner or later we will see our improved reactions.
Meditative Imagery 