My Spiritual Windows

 May truth always rise…  untruth, be consumed in disgrace                   🥀🥀

The unseen is a mirror of all perceptions. What is here, the unseen is the reverse. Time does not exist. Form does not exist. Just pure energy without form as we know it. A great joining of thoughts being seen as lifetimes travels and adventures manifested at will. All energy free to will and experience outcome @ a frequency slower and denser than the unseen, being unseen in yet being able to lock in to the frequency level of pure thought energy, so energy experiments in solidified energy. All that ever has or will be still exist as the Alpha and Omega. Thoughts returned to become returning to a time for completion of the thought, nothing to experience rather refinement of previous thoughts. To the unseen, we are the unseen, just slowed down as chosen manifestations of our creation. We experiment with the unnecessary acts of birth, walking, talking , touching smelling and death. Our minds and eyes as intact sensory tools. Our hearts are independent compasses of responses in action with...

 Who do you call to retrieve lost items? I call ANTHONY!! Anthony is the patron saint of lost items. Before you frown, listen. I have called upon Anthony for decades for return of lost items with 100% response.  Such as dropping my glasses on a dark surface at night, only to pick them up minus a lense. Went ahead and drove 40 miles to my destination. Pulled them from my purse to be together perfectly with the missing lense.  Lost my keys in the backyard, retraced steps alongside railroad ties where I dropped them to have the key ring reappear on top of a railroad ties where passed numerous times already On my way out at night and my keys were on the corner of my bed. Got up to leave, now they’re gone. Called for return and they reappeared where left. In a mountain cabin ready to leave for the day, keys on table. went to grab and they were gone. Did the plea, keys returned in same location on table.  Any lost items, please is made to St. Anthony first. At times they r...

 Have you ever been curious about the transition at passing? For those who feel the soul leaves via the crown, have never observed a passing-just passing hearsay. What I have observed multiple times was days on Earth before passing loved ones, either one or multiple are with the person to stabilize the transition. Some are aware of the presence before passing, others not open to their own passing to accept. In passing final moments, a cross appears on the chest in gold color laid on pure light. The cross then begins to vibrate on the chest and widen to a point of allowing the soul energy to release. Upon releasing, the spirit usually acknowledges being separated from the mortal shell, moves roughly 4’ from the shell as if going behind a curtain and disappears. Separation from the mortal is then complete. Namaste’

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  Today is the one day of the year I owe nothing to anyone, only to myself in reflecting on my realization of life , real and fake   For myself life is predominantly fake, little truth seen in this world which is expressed. Largely watching games played out to individual satisfactions. My participation is of the non-believer and untrusting well aware what you give out is unreturned, or returned in deception with decisions to be made in what is chosen to continue or released from your own being in grace, gratitude and at times grief of the deception for another’s illusion of satisfactions. So, do you start via person place or priority of event knowing full well this is your realization alone, which masquerade will carry on or which will be brought to an ending with betrayal allowed, suspended or left to grow into new days of existence? Priorities of any personal soul journey. Only entertaining the truth or muse for validity of a mortal life. Cause, truth and even interception o...

  I had a running dream for the first time in years. Started out as a run from my town to the city. Is is so freeing to run.   Ran through a rainstorm, an old green mustang was following me, though when I seen inside of it, no driver and a light pink interior.  Took a short cut through a fancy restaurant and out the front door.  Seen a man counseling his young so in taking a better idea and leaving the old idea behind.  Found a dead end street and had to reroute.  Ran with a young person on the street for a while then split off to return home.  Have always loved the adventure of the running dream. No distance is too far to go, or impossibilities in the run.

  A Soul Story In the beginning of all, absolutely everything was clear energy without separation of species, universes or theoretical probabilities. All was considered good.  Within, all energy was a platform of creation as of then yet to be used in an operational capacity. The platform was known to all energy as Greatness of development or the God platform.  In order for God to become operational, a very light energy would need to penetrate the God platform to awaken. Once penetrated, this energy would remain aligned in God forever more.  Choices to change form and be operational with God would always be available. Two energies agreed to awaken God on the platform. One would penetrate from the above and one b on elow in complete unison with each other as a unified source. As the God platform was shaped as a sphere, each energy would enter at the precise moment as the platform axis was positioned in a like moment above as below. With above cloaked in light and below...

Sunset Serenade Beneath the golden veil of twilight’s kiss, Where day and night entwine in sweet embrace, The sun, a weary traveler, takes its leave, And paints the sky with hues of fire and grace. The clouds, like cotton candy dreams, drift by, Their edges tinged with blush and lavender, As if the heavens weep with joy and sorrow,  A symphony of colors, soft and tender. The trees, their branches etched against the sky, Whisper secrets to the fading light, Their leaves a chorus, rustling in the breeze, A lullaby for creatures of the night. And there, upon the horizon’s edge, I stand, A witness to this fleeting masterpiece, As day surrenders to the arms of dusk, And stars emerge, like diamonds in release. So let us raise our hearts to nature’s art, To sunsets that ignite our souls with fire, For in this quiet moment, we are free, Bound only by the beauty we admire. 🌅 ✨

A day is always potentially the last day of  life as known and the first day of your future days. Who decides? You in a true state of your own mastery. You are in a simulation or holographic existence. Time being the ultimate illusion of the day. A total of seven times known, I had exits given and still of this rendering. Unaware ignorance could be the largest factor in being so, or an end mission being the over riding factor. Hasn’t been all pretty and bliss in beauty. Losing my only son from this world, was a soul blow I still struggle with in no warning or circumstances of disease or such. Just a foggy PA mountain highway and split second lack of correcting judgement to live with. I thank the universe everyday for my remaining core loves of life. No expectations or taking for granted. Grieving is mortal. All come here in a hello with a goodbye to be certain at some point. Many have their explanations of what happens when a goodbye comes. Or is the hello and goodbye non-exi...

  Refinement If your soul has traveled 10,000 lifetimes, what has not changed is core energy continually reaching for refinement and clearing. Working with healing many times when touching upon energy from a previous time and space, a direct correlation could be realized between difficulty or illness now to a prior trauma or explanation. When realized at this space, ability to disperse now is possible.  Refinement is the shedding of layers no longer in need of carrying in your energy. Corrections of any space, corrects what has been,is or will be. Lighter flight of the soul energy which is the constant remaining force of growth. Energy is always striving to clear, as in cloudy days to remarkable clear beautiful sky.  Common is to be linked to common energies which assist each other. Terminology in any language or understanding will substantiate the premise through time and ages.  I observed as an uncle of mine was sent home to die of lung cancer. Lungs full, no treat...