My Spiritual Windows

Explosion of the Unseen Life would be so easy if in ultimate triumph, the explosion could be defined. Not so easily, as you would define a natural or physical embodied explosion. However, an explosion of what the world does not reveal to you. That which is embodied of spirit, feeling, aspiration, and all in the known world which adrenaline's you. Giving you that unseen substance which really governs your eternity. The ingredients, which combine in creating your internal being, Derived from infancy, childhood, joy, sorrow, literature, and environment. In addition, if at some point the energies, which make you an alignment of high energy on intersecting paths; would result in the ultimate explosion. How now do you explain the aftermath? Relief, rebuilding, remorse, or re-enactment for the next explosion? copyright@lsmyers  I wrote this piece many years ago, jotting down the words in a few minutes after comi

I have in my hands two boxes, Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, And all your joys in the gold." I heeded His words, and in the two boxes, Both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day, The black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why, And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole, Which my sorrows had fallen out by. I showed the hole to God, and mused, "I wonder where my sorrows could be!" He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My child, they're all here with me." I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, Why the gold and the black with the hole? "My child! , the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go."

If you were to draw a 8" circle on a piece of paper and insert a picture of yourself in the middle - the 8" would respresent 8'. This is how close, all who you feel are loved and lost in your life are to you. Create the visual, allow yourself to accept heaven isn't so far away. You are a world inside of another world which at all times is almost close enough to touch.... When you leave this world at some point the distance between here and there is this close.

Today is a blank canvas still waiting to be painted in your life, although it may seem full in your thoughts the colors and images are still of your control.

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A child was born into this world in 1994, from the first glance out of the nursery window after being born his sight was clear on all who were looking back at him. You could see his wisdom of thought already churning and trying to decipher life. His infancy lasted all of maybe six weeks, at 10 weeks when taken into a bookstore; his tiny hands were reaching for the books on the shelves. He was taken over to the children's corner and books were opened for him while he watched and touched the pages as if absorbing the printed pages he longed for. By four months, he was already sitting up unassisted on the floor and now turning the pages of his growing library, which surrounded him, while being pacified in printed words displayed, and artwork stimulating his thoughts and at a year, now having taught himself the alphabet curiously consumed with reading the combination of letters being transformed into words. Fourteen months, phonics had become a self-taught hurdle accomplished onl

Our world tends to over complicate and over analyze life, the meaning and the do's/don'ts of attaining possibly a better life than we feel we have. Through workshops, books, herbs, oils, attunement - you name it, a world searching for answers. To uncomplicate, two phrases I have learned can reduce a mind boggling away of offerings into a much simpler thought form - reduce the clutter of the constant input of date while experience yet waits - providing at no cost that which is easily thought and attainable. "Focus is the power of intent" What you choose to focus on, you also choose the level of intent in manifesting.. when your thoughts are "focused" without being swayed by doubt, fear or feeling unworthy of attaining, the strength of the energy manifests. Where your thoughts are on an energy scale of 1 - 10, will determine "like attracting like" with responding action. Not being about low energy or high energy, only your attraction in the ene

Adventures of Moniko:Evolution of the Soul Through the Spirit of the Child I have been working on the 2nd Edition of Adventures of Moniko, enhanced and also including;  The Song of the Dove, The Falcon and the Hen, The Great Swan, Sansara and more! If you have not read Moniko, you can click through this link and download a digital copy of the original version. Moniko is layered in energy and whether you are 8 or 80 a new understanding will emerge. Moniko, is not your typical book - created to work with each individual readers energy body uniquely. Feel free to leave feedback or comments! Blessings, Linda

The love/hate relationship of food is ageless through time in this world. Imprinted in our thoughts from the telling of the parable of Adam and Eve, could a piece of fruit determine existing in an elevated state of consciousness or deplete your energy into despair for the choices made. Yet, the same apple spoke of in this story was later to become thought of concerning a healthy choice of consumption. Our perception in valuing food as either nourishing or damaging becomes heightened through studies produced, though many times later changed. Altered perception accepted as truth. I love (insert food of choice), is a common statement made daily in conversations about food choices and during a television show I watched today, the statement was made "food nourishes my soul in the joy that I receive." Love does nourish the soul, yet love with regrets (even in the form of food intake) soon looses the nourishment in thoughts of eliminating what has provided such joy previously. Of a

http://www.celestinevision.com/ Today would have been the birthday of John Austin, webmaster for James Redfield of the Celestine Prophecies. I crossed paths with John in 2004, shortly before his untimely death at Thanksgiving time that year. A wonderful man who lived in an energy of truth and wonder. I do not think John worried about ego or let it govern who he was, just a great guy who left an imprint on you when paths crossed. Happy Birthday John Austin from this earthly world to the infinite of your existence! Just as in the picture above, when they say above as it is below - hope a day of fishing was enjoyed now as then! By choice, I do not spend a lot of my time reading the volumes of spiritual books available. When I have over time, and a book took me so far inside the reading became visual from beginning to end - the book became a journey of truth and rewards. Celestine Prophecies are of the few which have taken me into that space of connection. From front to b

This week has always been bittersweet for the last nine years, my mother left this world during this week nine years ago - yet at the same time a beautiful baby granddaughter came to join us. Love Lifted Me was a song which spoke to my mother's heart and soul. To mom, she could apply this song back through her life, happiness and struggles.. she was love, and in turn she lifted many more along the way. Namaste' Mom