My Spiritual Windows

Anamoly of Biblical proportions

Looking through the window Listening to songs of the soul in t he background,  with  thoughts   transported into a structure carrying the  appearance of a temple of light. S tanding at the rear and looking unto the massive beauty of this structure, lining both sides are musicians playing in the  keys of their hearts and souls and  tones that rang through energy in soft melodies.  As if the breath was being caught in the beauty of the presence, looking to my right , a  spiritual influence was there telling me the journey to the front of the temple would be as short or long as I chose for the walk.  Leading back to earlier teachings and how th ought process here and there were  the cornerstone of our creative desires, taking the lead halfway forward through the succession of musicians as they played, I saw a window come into view. D istances left to advance before  within this vision of beauty, now seemed small. Once again, propelling through thought forwa rd until the view of the

Chapter Six Moniko and the Enchanted World  The Elder spoke to Moniko.  “Come with me now to a place that many have heard of but are yet to understand. For on Earth such a place would be known as ‘cylinders of passage’ or ‘portals to dimensions.’  “There was a time on Earth when all that was desired was but a thought to be realized. This was a time when all took to flight. Maybe not as flight in your home in the Sun, but flight that was born of a desire, which truly would manifest in the reality that was sought.  “This time of flight is still very much alive within the Earth, but also the passage to that time has been blocked by the feeling and belief that these things are not possible. I will tell you of the place in our world where this reality is still held in a mystical magical space.  “At one point in my existence in the Sun I found myself also wondering about the mystical nature of the Sun and Earth. We were merged, but also living in separation. Why might this

Chapter Five Moniko Listens to the Lambs  f all the beings in the Sun, Moniko held a special fondness for the lambs. The lambs had been born in the Sun since Creation. They were considered the storytellers. Each lamb was a kind loving being called to witness many journeys beyond Moniko’s home in the Sun. Moniko so loved to sit surrounded by the lambs to be told of the many adventures traveled and witnessed by their soft loving eyes.  As Moniko sat with the lambs near the base of the mountain, he asked for a story to be told. Two of the lambs came and sat near Moniko, one on each side.  “Moniko, at this moment we shall share a story that was journeyed.  “As we were playing in the fields at the base of the mountain, the Elder approached our flock. The Elder asked for two lambs that would choose to journey to Earth with the Elder. The Elder told us that at this time on Earth a special land was to become home for a group of travelers from the Sun. Much unrest was in the Ear

The dogs started barking this morning at 4. I thought that Matthew would quiet them, but I could still hear them barking. It got me to wondering, so I came downstairs but the dogs were not barking. They just looked at me, like what are you doing up this early.  I sat down at my computer for a minute, and saw the time and thought, I didn’t get to have the dream I wanted, to remember. Then I heard “it’s not too late yet.” So I laid down on the couch again. I was dreaming, and it felt like someone was in my face pestering me to wake up, like touching my face. I was still dreaming, but was taken to another dream, where I was in a large room, like gymnasium or something, and I heard this voice, a deep old voice that started talking to me. It was Eliam. He let me know it was him, and it was audible. The information that he was talking about was not the wow of the dream. I have had dreams all my life of being able to just jump and fly. I was being allowed to jump in this big room to the

How do you say goodbye? “I won’t tell him goodbye!” – are the words I heard today from my daughter. Her boss, who has also watched over her like a surrogate father for years now – has fought a valiant fight with cancer for the last two years, went into a short remission and faced with long term pain in treatment opposed to living the life he has remaining, has chosen how to spend his final months with his family. Traveling and seeing what he is able to complete in the time given. He told my daughter today he has already received his award – he is going home when this is over. Hard words to hear for the living who will remain, there is always a feeling if you coax harder, work harder the miracle will come, and I do believe the same if the person making the choice has a greater desire to stay than leave. I have seen the miracles happen and felt the grip let go, always in choice. He spoke to my daughter today in how he feels blessed in finishing some moments in life he always wanted