My Spiritual Windows

I sat by the water illuminated by the morning light. Glancing across the ripples, a train was in sight. Engines with rail cars stood in wait, becoming timeless in thought. How the scene has cleared a vision, of many in another time and place. Tracks sturdy, reinforced of old, carried the stories of visions untold. For one hundred and fifty years, tracks set in a stationary form as time rolled over the timber.     Looking back and seeing the fresh timber laid in a time close to 1858. Curious children approach, though not to close with eyes of wonder as a new form of transportation was unfolding. Workers hot and bare-chested, chanting and slamming the iron with each tie becoming secure. New railway workers coming far from home, continuing to connect what already is with what will be and their thoughts would blur. As the sound of iron echoes through the summer sky, each creates a vision of time when their work will take them to a land, where only the ocean is in sight when the last tie is

    The mystery school is one of the sought after, but yet the mystery lies in being without mystery. What is known and not being used tends to become the mystery of the conscious mind.   Choose and think back to the mystery. To become united in the un-conscious mind. As the mystery school is the truth of creation. Through the thoughts of being linked to so many various religious thought patterns of the conscious, mind on Earth. To perceive the truth that is all of truth unfolds to mystery and hence is thought to be a school of mystery. Mystery school in any form is connecting to the heart and soul of your truth. Your truth is not fragmented by secular religious thoughts that have manifested into the churches of this reality.   Is there any mystery in seeing beyond your present form? When you see, you see into the mystery or truth of soul and spirit. To journey could be termed a mystery, but is it not a journey of truth? What a person chooses to find beyond the conscious mind is

  From conception to the choice of leaving this world, is undeniable proof of being a messenger in this world. Both being miraculous and all being of rebirth, coming from your cellular level, and returning in a cycle called life.   In the cell structure, each carrying the message again into this world, in a pattern and belief that is part of the whole of who they are. Just as there have been many masters throughout creation seemingly being documented in many cultures, as they came to be a part of that culture, but yet as one. Moreover, recreating a universal consciousness of messengers that throughout creation have crossed through many different cultures, to become those that are here now.   Throughout the journey, learning to take life in many forms, as many beings of this universe with an understanding that life is not separation, but rejoining the whole of not just this planet, but universes. Without a feeling of judgment, or fear of being judged. I choose not to use the word g

  Perceptions create the existence you are living. How you perceive, choose, and direct your thoughts according to your perceptions can be either a blessing or a curse. Regardless, we are the creator in either aspect. Perceptions change constantly throughout our days, months, and years of this human experience. When we choose to accept the influence of the perception of another, we choose to give our control to be determined by others. Today I was reading of a person I know, in the last year being diagnosed with RA which resulted in not being able to do the job she chooses – a spiral of perceptions either created or given and accepted as being so has turned her world upside down. Unaware of the answers, she has further put her trust outside of herself into the hands of doctors, attorneys, and social systems to reconstruct her life. If she could only imagine a huge dry erase board in front of her, with all her perceptions looking back at her – could she see change in allowing her inne

gr  My Bible babe grand-daughter had eye surgery today. They had to cut the muscles in her eyes and tighten them. Like the trooper she is, she posed for a picture with the balloons I sent her when she came home. Her big sister is always ready to hold her steady. Blow a kiss to the wind for her tonight for healing. She still has healing to do and though she is being her best, at 6 - this pain is new to her senses. Balloon Arrival e  She went into surgery like a champion!

I am impulsive and spontaneous. I do not always do right and I do not always do wrong. I do what I do from the heart, and for that - no regrets! I admire Warren Buffet, not for his wealth - but for his energy of inspiration which speaks of - Do not as I do, Do as I have yet to do. I find joy in giving, even if the ways are very small or as large as can be imagined and beyond. I do not take life for granted - I say thank you for each day before it is lived. Much like the rings of a tree, my circles in life have many layers - at the heart of layers I find my family. I look at life as a thought of the universe - being thought through to fruitation. With another life, another thought will create an imagination I have yet to experience. I find the troubles of our world unsettling and many times they bring the tears, though not nearly in volume as those who are living the troubles not only in my observation.

                              The Emperor’s New Clothes and Oprah In headlines of recent weeks, a story emerged of Oprah Winfrey in Switzerland being refused the ability to see a dyed alligator purse. The clerk in the store did not recognize Oprah, nor did she need too. Racial bigotry? In Switzerland, even this claim does not resonate. A purse with a tag of 38,000.00 and a woman who to the clerk appeared as if she could not afford the purse added to a clerk who did not see the benefit of Oprah observing the new bag. Using America as an example, the majority of American women still would shy at spending a week’s wages on a new purse, at 38,000.00 based on a week’s wages – Oprah’s appearance that day had to account for 1,976,000.00 annual salary on the low side in analysis for the clerk. Beginning to take on a bit different of a fold, beyond black and white to the senses? What has yet to be revealed, when Oprah left to go shopping that morning, was she looking like 1,976,000.0

Years ago, I had a flashback to a time very long ago. The room looked as if part of a temple, somewhat circular in design with a set of two tier steps surrounding the room. Stone and marble filled the room with a long platform in the middle, very ornate and carved to perfection. At the time I was probably about seven, playing on the platform of tier steps while a group of women in the room circled around the platform. On the platform a man was lying still as they went on with the work being done to the man. I saw myself walk up to the table and center at his abdomen. Working with his abdomen I then moved to the feet, pushing and flexing his feet as he laid so very still. Moving next to his head, I stood behind his head working my hands around his skull.After awhile,I moved so I could look over his head into the face of this man. He looked so serene and quiet, as if sleeping in peace. Staring down, suddenly his eyes popped open and I jolted back away and then looked again. He s