My Spiritual Windows

Over nine days and 118 hours until this weekend I sat with a hospice patient with brain cancer who also was both a daughter and granddaughter of ministers. Would spend hours listening to Alan Jackson singing gospel. Woke up at 8:15 this morning with this song playing in my head, then notified she passed at 8:30 on official record. Now free at home she flew and thank you for the honor of assisting in sending you on. Blessings to all hero’s of cancer who fight the ultimate fight. #alanjacksongospel

2005, year in which I launched my own branding in this cyber world known as My Spiritual Windows, read Celestine Prophecy and knew in my future a friend called Jeff would cross my path. Celestine Prophecy opened myself to synchronicity and pushed a door of thought even wider. As with other writings whether the Bible, Chronicles of Barnabus, Antiquities of Josephus or other written forms of documentation, each brought a wider scope of understanding what has been, still is and how individual change brings rippled change as well, whether past, present and future in an illusion of time mortality is dependent on in life of the planet. Each serving the offering of truth we may either accept in being resoundingly familiar or left for another to accept the offering in walking the same yet varied route of the soul. All personal choice. What I have chosen to read, experience and accept offering as given in turn became part of who I am. 2007,  my brother passed from this world in July ...

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 to pots of gold, ‘oer the green where  laughter is  a must.  Your dust will carry you higher and higher, beyond belief and only to desire.  Where all is  beholden , where ...

Cloud and the Moonbeams I tell you a tale, I tell you it’s true Of a wonderful ruse, to time holds a truth To tale of a time, when wonders ran true To be of a time in ole history To take flight hold true On a being called Cloud and a whimsical blue moon. Now Cloud is a mighty strong steed But for he to fly high, the rider was key To call of his strength, to fly high and true The mighty Cloud took flight on a blue moon. With stardust to light the way of the steed Cloud and his rider were the majesty t he rider was free and open to Clouds decree t o fly stardust beams to the land of the seas. As Cloud flew beyond all time The rider was but the adventurer sublime Where on this night of the blue moon and mime Will you great Cloud, my mighty steed find the light of the moon, the blue of the seas? As Cloud flew past all that was known to the rider t he light of the moon wrapped her beams tighter Oer’ galaxies, stars, dimensions beyond. t he blue of the sea of a magical home. The dolphins ...

What can I say which has not been written? You can say this world is trusted and hope goes further than despair ,lives have not been lost without cost even in the shadows of unrest. Time is not ending for to end it would not have began. You can tell the world clearer days are soon to be seen and to forgive starts with a single dream of taking that which has proceeded and walk in lines of gleam far beyond what has been seen. Life does not fail, to walk in faith is not betrayal, for love exceeds and will prevail beyond existence of heaven or hell. If a vision could be given for this time, what would this be? The vision cried to be seen is here in this time machine. Tomorrow is the unseen, vision is the between. Look between the high and low and find the beauty of life’s road. One is influence one is a hold – between is truth of the soul. To paint and scratch in what is already so you miss the mystery at the middle of the road. Energy changes as quick as told the truth walks with y...

Taking a walk home with my mother at seven years old from her lifelong friend Martha’s home, she was furious. Martha had a screen door which had broken and told my mother she prayed for a new door. My mother considered it just short of blasphemous to pray for material goods such as a screen door. I really wasn’t sure of the right or wrong, though if my mother thought it wrong I accepted her perception of the prayer. For decades I carried the belief before losing any reasoning of such. “ask and you shall receive” wasn’t written with amendments outside of the perception we assign to the words. Readers from every continent, many island countries along with countries unheard of to myself otherwise are present repeatedly on this blog. Each has personal needs they find struggle for resolution and yet hold a powerful tool to bring resolution, the power of prayer regardless of belief or name assigned to the source of belief. The spiritual universe does respond. I love the beginning of the m...

              The power of inspiration holds healing powers to the spirit in turn creating change in a physical body as well. A hospice patient I now work with, when first seen had little will with an energy body/aura which hung very close to her body. I remember commenting to an individual with me on first sight “she does not have long”. He said she was the same since going into hospice. Being in a situation where I did not feel free to use energy with her as I knew, then prompted to inspire the spirit of who she was. No guarantees, yet a method each could do just in being part of humanity. From the next visit on, I made it my goal to inspire and infuse her spirit again of simply enough enjoying and becoming part of living again. Her body rigid to work with and little assistance in change, the goal was to bring change. Day after day, though compliant change was slow. Though the more I felt a will to help which changed my energy being exten...

Just as important as establishing boundaries is knowing when not to interrupt boundaries established by others. Every action creates a reaction to learn from. If this is a work environment, by knowingly/unknowingly creating interruptions in established boundaries of the company a ripple affect will occur in the cycle returned to yourself. Could be you might feel the change of boundaries benefitted you, yet did the benefit created benefit all in process or protocols for all? Chances are the short term and long term is yet to be seen as now all boundaries have been shifted, what is tried and true may just not be for just you. Throughout history boundaries altered and the ripple affect on future events to learn from or find mistaken traces back to the earliest of recording. Interruptions in boundaries could be visualized as your energy continually being subject to the waves of checks and balances of others. Adapt we will and do unconsciously with readjustment of some form in the co...

Turbulence What is your first thought when you think of turbulence? Possibly; a combustible feeling? When the feeling or energy around you becomes unsettled? We have all felt this many times such as in airplane rides, opening a bottle of soda that has been shaken, even at times when you have heard a babies cry, and could not find the comfort quick enough to ease the pain, all becoming turbulent to your own center of energy. On somewhat of a larger scale, war, global warming, disease, or weather patterns are holding a likened internal sensor to your own energy. Sensing discomfort and your life being beyond your control, anxiety rushes too bring resolution and restore comfort. In large or small aspects of life, how can each of us resolve turbulence and restore our own en- ergy to a level of comfort and peace? All turbulence, is thought, and the perception that becomes the reality of the thought. To rise above the thoughts creating turbulence, become the observer of you...

There will come a day when it is all taken away and given back for sure. When the moon will bow to a greater sun and life will be but a dream to awake with all that is - all too partake. Tears will be gone and replaced by a feeling no longer forgotten, all present from the many begotten. Where did I go and how far have I come still presently answered in the love of one. You stretch from the dream where friend or foe has welcomed you home.  Recalling all parts from the restless sleep you wonder now what the next dream will be. What color, how rich, will I remember the wish to dream my dream to be yet one with all I sing? As your eyes close and sleep repeats, once again you’ve entered the dream. Where am I now, where have I come?  Once again infant, once again one. Once again dreaming with songs yet to be sung.The dream will pass quickly and yet slow to seem. Life is not perfect, yet only a dream. Follow your thoughts, live life and play....