My Spiritual Windows

I had written this down years ago, though every now and then we all can use a bit of fairy lore to lift our energy again. Light of the Isle In a glen on an isle in the land ‘oer the green is a place that only those that truly believe see the eyes of the wee one such as she be. Come take an adventure, come lass, come along. Tonight we shall ride the moonbeams of the fairy song. Don’t dilly, don’t dally, or don’t hesitate. Come along, come along lass there is no time to wait. Fly with me, rise with me, as we travel higher than high. For this is the night when the moon is but nigh. Close your eyes tightly, as I shower the dust, to open to a realm where magic is a must. As your energy touches the moonbeams, dear lass ride with me, ride with me, beyond the hourglass. Where time has no meaning, where trouble but burst in too pots of gold, ‘oer the green where laughter is a must. Your dust will carry you higher and higher, beyond belief and only to desi

Well written and well done,Worth the watch!

Since I have been very young, spiritual questions and thoughts have been a part of who I am. I grew up in a more rural area, which did not include movie theatres or amusement parks. The only library was two shelves in the Kindergarten room at school. Our town had a grocery store, Dairy Q, tavern and post office to round out the commercial district. I remember being five and going out to the back yard where a ridge ran across the property about a foot tall. Just perfect for a back rest in the grass and too look at the sky. My thought on that day was that I did not have to die to be born, so why would I have to die to leave and tried to get a trip above the sky for the morning. I waited, it did not happen.  When I was eight, for the first time I was confronted with death in my life, when the daughter of family friends was killed by a drunk driver on the highway behind our house. When this happened, my older brother ran out to the highway and when he came back he looked strangel

I understand pieces more after writing, whether it may be a month, year or many years - a piece will move from data to experience and be brought back in new form. The words come in a matter of minutes as they fill my mind and are copied to text. In reviewing the Edge once again, I am amazed how the journey has bridged the words from date to experience in my own journey. with new 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 dea

I get just a tad on edge with those who continually try to reinvent the spiritual wheel for profit. Neale Donald Walsch asking for donations to keep going, hint - keep your messages current. So many "modalities" for healing you would need a modality manual to keep up. "Healers" commanding up to 25K for healing - Promise: I can match your work and leave groceries in the cupboard! There is nothing wrong with making a profit from your tools, what I find the most disturbing is taking what is free to give and making it out of reach for the majority. If God did that, you all would be screwed.