My Spiritual Windows

  A soul story With a flavor of love, let us begin. Soul story is a story of chance and love. Encircled at times with a comedy of errors, and always a sense of fulfillment between two souls.  Thought to be stories of elation and joy, soul stories are more likely to seem like endless bonded twists, turns, and a lineage of overcoming. Two who will never see life the same again or hold belief in what had been a truth individually or separate. This story begins in a meadow and chance meeting.. Sir, being of wisdom as well as shyness, contained in a willing to be of all knowledge coming from within to a world not near as willing to accept. Days spent in thought of quiet intervention of philosophers. Many hours spent alone in a vast meadow with cluster of trees, sir had spent time gathering sticks and branches from the floor of trees into a raised platform used to think of above and below.  Miss, was much the same yet preferred to be in constant motion, rarely choosing stillnes...

 The answer to peace is not in escape or separation of countries, cultures, paths of beliefs. The answers are in unifying as one world. This world was not created for separation. Man created the divisions.  Adam and Eve as told turned acceptance and unity into tolerance and separation from the intended. War will never unify and never has, War on the name of God or religious differences, has no place in Gods plans. Beliefs never meant in being confined to Sunday are a strange acceptance of a God of all.  Negating six other days for one of repentance is self serving. The world as one is for all to share a freedom of thought and belief. Bring of one world, one council with a freedom of belief in cultures without segregation and indoctrination would make war itself lack a backing or sustainability to thrive. Encourages generations to be of peace from within. Idealistic? No God encouraged.  This planet has sustained ice ages, meteors, fires and floods. Winds destroying po...

 At this time globally, seems value is associated with attachments to other. Medival bartering was much the same just with a lesser voice. I’ve yet to register the value, largely based on the weakness between two people of functioning independently. Choose me and I promise? Words before action is not a foundation of stability.  I personally defer in using DM chats or groups in this cyber world of largely fake attempts to intice the mortal mind body and spirit in creating separation. People assigning resources to unknown participants in exchange to hear what is chosen to hear, with somewhat deaf ears to what is being said in truth.  Promises about as attainable as lassoing a star in the sky. Better off buying lottery tickets. If something feels right, say so. If prerequisites of money or doing what is against your own intuition, say so. Nothing from nothing is the sum of the risk in standing in your own truth.  Be safe and be wise. Life is somewhat of a monster in nav...

 Your journey of of spiritual literacy and thought processing is life long, from birth to goodbye.Only you are the sole creator, not another, not readings only living as is prompted. Many find satisfaction in a Sunday church attendance and studying the Bible as generations before them had found solidarity in the process.  Stymying all curiosity and questioning beyond old scrolls and texts. If mortality was not for questionings and curiosities, evolution itself would have stunted. Teachings of God or Jesus would have lost audiences to eventual languishing doubt from within in where do I practice the information and how without any true surrendering into the “What if….” Found applicable in all teachings. Or why not am I able to be a continuance of the beliefs in my world?  To dare to question, is not progress of the spirit. Prayers on questions for guidance are a beginning to think larger. Believe me, God was never meant to be unquestioned. Present your thoughts with the in...

 A couple of decades ago, a young man was a chef in downtown Kansas City restaurant. My daughter barely out of high school was working for a produce company supplying restaurants. Over connecting via phone, they became fast friends.  One night while at home, Tyler left the house on an unscheduled drive in his pajamas. Was found unconscious along side the road. While hospitalized determined a brain tumor was creating his behavior.  While being treated Tyler tried to leave the hospital, thinking he could meet my daughter, fell from the chair and never recovered. When my daughter heard the news, she called distraught and told me of Tyler. While listening I could see Tyler with a yellow rose to hand to her. Seems they had an affinity between them for the yellow rose I was not aware of until letting her know the offering he had for her. Even in death, his heart still felt a beauty of the yellow rose. Through their encounters she became an unaware catalyst to his heart and soul...

  Speech is the amplification of energetic language of truth, for better or worse. The exchange made audible cannot find correction in omission. The language of love is gag free of deception.   My parents were very religious people, I will never doubt that fact of their being. Though, completely separate in expression. My Father, allowed his energy to speak and proceed his steps and voice.  His demeanor was softer, did not feel a need to explain himself or justify his beliefs, they resided in every action. I always admired his doing so.  My Mother, was the loud Bible banging, need to be the savior religious. Firmly believing all which was needed, would be found in church walls. Though in doing so, how she conducted her voice and actions outside the walls of a church was vastly different. That, I could not respect or admire about her. I choose to be of the moment in expression, declarations and movement of my actions. My choice and not religious though spiritual. The ...

Complete Expanded Edition 2026 • 15 Chapters • Sansara • Song of the Dove • The Great Swan Original Artwork by Deb Hanna • © 2007-2026 L S Myers • All Rights Reserved ““Two lambs were chosen of the flock to assist on the journey. If I was to have taken the entire flock, would that not have shown that love is derived of abundance? Love is a connecting flow like a great river. As the water flows, all that is touched feels the same presence. Such as it is with two lambs, two drops of water becoming a flow into multitudes of hearts. For love has not a start nor end, but a moment when the heart is touched and made to feel connected to our home in the Sun.” Copyright © 2007 LS Myers ISBN-13 978-1-60145-128-6 ISBN-10 1-60145-128-8 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Printed in the United...