My Spiritual Windows

When somebody says they want to learn what I can teach them, it is not an ego push - only an opportunity to watch another person unfold into who they are. Information is data, knowledge is experience - the ability to experience is the greatest teacher to pass on.

I chose to become a caretaker of sorts of family bibles in my family, the owners are no longer of this world and many date back over the last century and beyond. While packing yesterday, I had filled a box with larger bibles, sealed the box and seen two small New Testaments' still sitting on the table afterwards. Rather than open the sealed boxes, I laid the two small bibles on my desk and came back to them later in the day. Picking one of the bibles up, I noticed a little piece of white paper in a bible. Opening up the bible in being curious why the paper was inside, revealed was a piece of paper from a fortune cookie. This bible had not been opened before while being in my possession. Maybe a small quirk of fate, or a message within messages. Time will only tell.

Thru the dream, state many levels are experienced as we travel the neuro interstates of our consciousness. Dreams can be clairvoyant, as well as states of learning from the uniqueness of awareness minus any inhibitions we carry in what is considered our daily “awake” state of giving way to doubt and discard of what may have been presented. For me, also the quantum dreams, dreams, which take you into other parallels of thought and living, which are not known to exist in a more conscious state during waking hours. Dreams, which what is known about those you meet does not become a conscious thought until awakening from the dream. During one dream, I came across my Dad who left this world 33 years ago. He was working in a store as I saw him step out the back door unto a small porch. Looking at him, after multiple attempts to get his attention I said “Dad! Don’t you know who I am?” After glancing my direction for a short time, he just responded, “Sorry, not I don’t” and went on

 Seasons is a bit of prose I jotted down years ago in a spiral one afternoon. At this time, in preparation of a move from a place I have spent over three decades this piece came to mind this morning, opening the document Seasons now has more to say than the day written years ago. Much truth is in the saying all that is old is new again. Back to the packing! Namaste' Seasons A season is more that just a part of the year. It’s a time full of brilliance that you may see, sense, or hear. It’s a time of chance in the miracle of life, That’s seen a bit differently in everyone’s life. The Winter can be crisp to the ears, And leave your thoughts amazingly clear. The first Winter snow is breathtaking to see, A blanket of white that shows a miracle to believe. The Spring is a season your sense of smell can partake, Through the trees, or the flowers, or the smell of the lake. The sense of touch can readily be felt, In the touch of a Marigold, or the