My Spiritual Windows

Mother’s Scent Take a teacup of a rose, raised to the sun and watch it unfold, this is the promise and hope of the mother. On one very special day each year, the mother honored with a special lift of cheer. A mother goes far beyond the birth of a child, a mother the nurturer born of desire. A mother, an aunt, a friend, an admirer all are honored this day for the desire to see the children they hold so dear, remembrance of the heart and years. Starting at birth and without end, a mother’s love, past all life transcends. The whisper, the touch, you long too once again feel, becomes the song or brush of the cheek once again. A mother’s love always lives, the life of an energy who only knew how to give. On this day, a mother’s heart takes many ways of feeling the joy, the loss, the pain, of being the child, the mother and graced. From the mother energy which is not with you now, or the tear on the cheek remembering a child beyond the clouds. For they have not gone far away, remaining

  To see a shadow on the tree To see a crimson one as me To see the glory To see the sea To see the marvelous being of thee Come to the garden Within the heart Come to the space where we can start Come abound in life and love Come to the space of heaven above See the mystery which time has ingrained The prism of truth known, by no other name For this is a time, beyond dust to dust To see the marvelous of us. Understand in which you may be Partake of the fountain of unity Be part of the blessing, in which you trust Be one, Be all Be marvelous For time has no meaning For time isn’t just A space of illusion, a space that you must. Time is within, the space of marvelous. Hush for a moment, be as you are Quiet the mind, be of your star. Be of the soul speck that is just, Meet in the garden, meet marvelous Be of the thought, which yet does exist Be of the coming, be of the mist Be of yourself, be marvelous The garden holds beauty unspared To float of the beings that are of the air To c

Why do I choose Spirituality over Religion? I choose to remain open, accepting and evolving in the way I experience life. Judgment comes each moment to myself in the way I view the image in the mirror and only hold myself accountable for the outcome. Comments open.

If your life revolves around "there is an app for that" this probably is not for you, it takes a physical intention and work associated. How many times a day on face  book or other sites do you read of prayers needed and being requested for somebody?  At the end of the day, can you remember who you chose to pray for? As the list grows are the requests still acknowledged? Chances are as the days turn into weeks or months, many have been forgotten. This is where a prayer box keeps working. The box can be simply made at home, decorated in any form which resonates to you with the intent your prayer box will be used to carry on and remember where the mortal mind has lapsed. Mine is only about 4 X 6 X  4 in size. Inside are strips of paper with individual names which have accumulated over time, each as present as the day the name was entered into the box.  The universe bigger than you and I remembers the names in your box. As in any tool of healing, last names or conditi

When I think about anything in regards to spiritual, and messages that have been received or left for others through time, such as End Times, Revelations, Ascension, Ten Commandments, and writings of various prophets, whether in what is considered this time and space or any other dimensional aspect, I consider them on a soul/spiritual level opposed to a physical level. Spiritual teachings applied to our spirit/soul. The messages then take on a far different aspect, then just to apply them to a physical experience or life. The end of times comes every second and millisecond too another. Ascension likewise. For anyone to think that a massive coming to Jesus event taken place in one dimension that would suffice for all of revelations as was left to foretold, would be more like a Neanderthal having a vision. There are so many aspects of each soul, that are constantly in a state of reconnection being done on a personal level of journey, that to take the narrow thoughts of the fund

A friend of mine l while visiting the Westport, MO area for the first time in a few years, wandered into an establishment she had visited in the past, instead of finding the business she intended to see, a church for the homeless now occupied the small space. Already having planned to spend time there, she decided to sit down and be a part of the service. As people filed in observing each as they passed, realizing part of their day was spent preparing for the service that night.  One was a gray haired man with a ponytail, she had seen before in Westport, on this night she found his mission was the minister of the small church. A young woman, who looked emaciated and sick, walked slowly and sat in one of the folding chairs put in place for service. Another who was a young adult man, would be the same that brought her to tears with his twenty minute blessing that night for the emaciated woman. A small congregation holding no airs about themselves brought their voices together to

 This piece was written over a year ago, and the wrestling match is still not over. :-) Instead I rely on one business to provide the bread and butter with the freedom left to use my tools not to provide in life, but to be as they are when needed. This universe will provide outside of depending on God's pockets in using the tools as needed rather than a need for myself to be provided for. On the morning of the day my mother would leave this world, my niece went into her bedroom at home and brought out a bible and simply stating, “Grandma told me if anything ever happened to her, this bible was to be given to you. She knew you would want it.” Oddly, I had never remembered requesting a bible be left to me, nor am I one who in earnest has devoted a great deal of time since my early years in studying the bible. I took the bible as the gift given and knowing mom had some greater purpose in doing so. Occasionally I have looked through the pages seeing if she left a note or phrase s

 I at times sit and write the tidbits I receive, many I don't put into type. Here is a piece from 2010. 09/03/2010 Each individual person has moments called "love". The person you raise love for, you do for yourself in the process. See from the good in each on desire. A core peace will be given. All money is desire, all giving is gold. Love parts forgotten, each in full. Create in peace being money in the bank. Quarks of your imagination create reality. quarks = coating density with flavors of facets in windows of thought creating reality. Each quark is a densified additional thought. An open point mapped creates manifestations,just new lacking a joint hold in reality. Bringing a positive quark into reality and core peace stamina pieces joined in reality,in thought will point open resources to you. A giving same thought quietly increases the intent.  A material god is having material wishes, a painting each finds radical. In a living God, ebony and ivory become gray, a

Growing up in the belly of the Ozarks during the early part of the 20 th century, my Dad, and his brothers passed through rituals of sorts, which were also leaps of faith in tasks given to be completed. Being the oldest male, Dad passed through the rituals of the hills and later on, his brothers (7 in number) would complete them as well. All leaps of faith on the way to manhood and the lessons of life. Dad never spoke of the rituals and I was only to find out later by way of two very special uncles later in life, Gene and Lonnie who were two of the last in following his footsteps. One being at the age of five, my grandpa would put a rifle in their hands and send each into the woods instructing not too return until a kill had been made. My Dad, in the years I knew him never owned a gun though he received a bronze plaque in Egypt during WWII for his marksmanship. I still have the plaque – one he never acknowledged in life. I remember a time when I was a teenager and after a fallin