My Spiritual Windows

For only a moment Sitting on a park bench in the early evening hours on a windy spring day concluding a single moment takes to canvas of the thought just as brush strokes would bring the images to visual interpretation. Young man sharing the picnic table of the shelter with his thoughts deeply into a book being read creating his own canvas of the evening while a walking/biking trail in the background appears to being trafficked as a road way of relaxation being traveled by walkers, riders, children nestled in riders behind parents bikes largely in good spirits with the occasional child or adult balking at the intent of another to bring them along on the evening journey. Playground bustling with small children climbing and sliding to squeals of delight as adult observes antics possibly being remembered from days gone by. Grandparents slowly swinging a toddler as her expressions change from being unsure to accepting the feeling of her short flight through the air in her swing as o

Answering 7 questions which were sent to me by a reader http://www.myspiritualwindows.info If you have a question send it to me and I will do my best to respond   What Is Aim / Target / Objective of Your life?   The Aim/Target/Objective of my life is to be a part of my own spiritual blueprint. As DNA is unique, so is your blueprint and purpose of your world. You lie within rather than outside of who you are. Your truer being resides in the elimination of time/space or a linear world in observance of all time/space whether known or yet to be known. If you could spin the spiritual universe as a globe before incarnation and pick of point in all linear time which would provide the answer via experience and so it would be. From this perspective of your awareness you chose everything about yourself to experience in your own quest for understanding. Your gender/race/geographical location/choice of path and your destined answer, of choosing this experience

Observing the Participant My Spiritual Windows website Every conscious moment of your life you are observing, whether awake or asleep .In every observation you become a participant. You are involved from a point of thought and given a choice in how you participate whether through action, thought, response, or reaction. For many years the thoughts have been to exclude yourself from elements in life which adversely affected your thoughts and in doing so you chose not to be a participant or observer in life of that which might displease you or bring you a thought you chose not to be a participant of. In doing so, you also excluded life or allowing participation. Finding a choice harder, to realize of being an observer and participant in life. Absolutely everything in the course of your life which affects your senses brings you into participating, even the choice of exclusion in doing so. By excluding your thought processes are focused on that which you chose not to be a p

Spending time one afternoon in the hospital room of a neighbor who earlier in the week had been removed by ambulance unresponsive from her home, I found again a person who I thought was in need of healing telling me of her own process of healing life. After having spent evening turning into daylight as she felt her life ebbing away unable to move or dial for help the hours were only filled with thoughts in life as her mind had been the only physical of herself which was active. News stories occasionally tell of those found in their homes, which have left this world and for myself this was a first in life to touch upon thoughts during those hours which had not been told before. She had asked for deliverance, not in leaving this world but for protective and watching guidance to remain until found. She remembers her porch light being turned on which would have been a sign to the neighbors or signal being unusual in her routine that night, though the signal went unrecognized. Darkness fall

The Edge Standing, at the edge of abyss and the soul as you are immersed into the depths of your being; as known or unknown to the mortal world below. Feeling the grief of what is gone, yet still present and unreachable now, wondering will I fly or fall or do I even know how. Blackened to view what may be past, present, future – knowing all is standing along at the edge. Senses still strong remain as the eyes and sounds known now. What are you feeling – only energy telling the tale, where once all seemed evident now only your observation prevails. On the edge of an end or beginning again, the death which only recreates and anew begins; standing at the edge of where, how and when. Where is the voice? Where are the hymns that carried you through to the edge once again? Are you alone or are you within, all standing centered at the edge of pretend. Life is behind you, no wait – it is yet to begin as you step off the edge to fly and ascent. Eyes no longer carry the vision of pre