My Spiritual Windows

Thanksgiving Magnolias In theSpring of 2002, my daughter lost a baby during the first trimester. On Mothers Day a very small Magnolia tree was planted in the year in honor of a little one they dubbed Joseph. The Magnolia resembled more of a Charlie Brown tree than a strong Magnolia. Less than four feet tall with a trunk you could wrap your fingers around. Propped up by four stakes to help strengthen a tiny little tree during the Spring and Summer scant leaves came to life on the few branches of the tree. A strong wind could have uprooted the time Magnolia, yet it stood as if defiant of the elements that year. The trunk carefully wrapped like a wound being healed. All three plus feet stood proud. When Fall came the little Magnolia let go of the few leaves which had rested on the branches, now barren and small the little tree was well braced for the cold winter ahead. Each day I would look out the kitchen window and find the assurance the mighty little Magnolia still stood. With...

   Sitting on my deck this morning, I was thinking about a movie I watched last night on Netflix titled The Last Keepers. A movie regardless of your belief system, perceptions, openness, bigotry, or possibly just a stretch of your imagination has something to offer any viewer. Togetherness as one energy, undivided by segregation or the thought of impossibilities. Just the opening to soul nerve to appreciate each for who they are. As I looked at the huge old tree in the woods, a cardinal, blue jay, dove, sparrow, and small hummingbird all gathered in this tree on a winter day from parts unknown. For each to gather at a time inconsistent with the elements as one, I saw God today. If my mind had been rushing or not in the time, space and place I was the scene would not have become part of who I am. When I wrote Moniko, from word to word I did not have the foresight to see the end of each parable. Yet, death or dying and being reborn were not a perception, which developed. When t...

Energy across our planet on the smallest of scales of comparison has taken a shift over many of the last months of 2013. Everyone knows of the phrase "like attracts like" and on some level understands the depth of the words. Like attracting like on all three levels of the conscious/unconscious and supra-conscious are being blended in removing lines/labels of separation. Like is attracting like as one, whether conscious/unconscious or supra-conscious. Many feel this shift in higher anxiety levels, frustration and feeling mood swings of those who they come in contact with. From an earlier understanding of like attracts like, at the same time are declaring "this is not me!" Oh, though on some level – the like being attracted is very much each of us. Whether, clearly conscious and aware of, or the like or parallel on a deeper soul level looking for resolution and clarity of a thought process. Contentment which had satisfied days of their lives – now for many is finding...

Let us talk about Grid lines. In this human world, we have a need and a distinct way to connect a thought with relational physical knowledge, without the relational, we find doubt in the understanding. Years ago, for a time I would go with another and observe Reiki work being done. At this time, relational was not a fixed image – more so theory to be proven in the knowledge of energy work. One session in particular as I sat on the floor by a wall to observe, I could see the flesh of the worker become transparent with only arms of distinct grid lines to be seen. Intricate and perfect lines of grid coming forward in what was presumed a physical body. From this point of observation, my own thought process changed dramatically me understanding how energy interacts and affects energy. We each are a grid of energy, much like you have seen in computer animation before mortal points of detail such as flesh, eyes, hair, etc. change the image into a perception, which becomes understandable. Be...

Many times, I have what I refer to as running dreams. In the dreams, I can run anywhere and everywhere I choose effortlessly regardless of obstacles and distance. At the same time when I dream, I am also the observer in the dream. Another pair of eyes and thoughts following the sequence of the dream. Last night the dream centered on my choice to "run" to the bank for ATM use before I needed to be at work. I arrived at the bank only to find out the ATM would not be available until the top of the hour, the same time I should be at work. As I ran through a series of thoughts surrounded by waiting, leaving, calling for a ride, etc., slowly a group of people joined me in the waiting process. One of the last was a teenage boy determined to use the ATM first as he quietly would maneuver his way around the others. Still my mind was racing and wondering which step should be next, with at the same time trying to stay focused with intent of using the ATM first regardless. The time came...

An old phrase is "when the student is ready, the teacher will come." This week I celebrated another birthday along with questions of my own concerning where do I go from here. I watched as a friend on Face book has been edging towards liquidating all her spiritual tools she bought and loved as life entered a disease into her life, which she has not let go of yet. I do not have certificates covering the walls, modalities to impress spiritual groups of seekers. What I do have is the knowledge base, which has grown for many years from my guidance teaching me, to be a healer – first you need to heal thy self. If this can be done, you will know the healthy self you choose to be. It is time this year to step into being the teacher. Students will come with the need to know these words in strength of faith and trust from within, rather than finding adornment from outside of them. This is something I have done quietly for many years when the need arose; teaching others to touch into...

Years ago, I had a vision one afternoon of walking up a stone path to a beautiful building. As I walked the path, a huge tree stood not too far from the front doors. A voice, told me to pick anything from the tree I wished to carry with me. Looking at the tree, so much was available from fruits to objects and cradled on a branch I saw the head of an ancient. I chose the head and pulled it down from the tree. Looking into the face, I knew I had chosen wisdom to be with me as a gift from this great tree. Carefully cradling this head, I approached the building and entering into a long hallway leading back to a rotunda type room. In this room around the circular walls were many windows, each a view into another time and place. A great tree outside seemed to ground the energy for all which existed within this room and from this vision remained a sense of greatness in having many branches to provide and sustain all we have chosen to see and view. This past week our town lost a pillar...

Treat others the way you want to be treated Avoid insulting people or their culture Listen to what other people have to say Treat people with honor Respect can't be bought or sold Why is respect important?       Be nice to other people so they will be nice to you. Not too long ago, my 9 year-old grandson and myself spent an evening reading, talking, listening and learning the knowledge behind the word respect. Not only in our country, but cultures around the world.When children learn the knowledge of the world they take away a life lesson rather than a request to complete an instruction in using the word. I was not raised with demands of obedience, I was given life lessons with the consequences which result when knowledge is ignored for short term gain. This taught patterns to live by with the only "time out" being your own period of self-evaluation and resolution. Granted at 9 years old, my grandson will not choose to abide by respect each day - th...

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I have questions given to me all the time as part of the learning process. Though this might seem very elementary, it can also take a thought process down more than one road.  Do you think the pace determines the race? Scroll down and comment, the minds which visit the blog are far from elementary and expanding. Share your thought process.

Infinite Moments between disconnecting and reconnecting In a physical world, life becomes dependent on a heartbeat continuing in securing survival. Within every heartbeat, a signal to disconnect and reconnect completes the beat. Just as drum would strike, one beat, hesitates, and starts a new beat. The space in between each beat is the infinite disconnecting and reconnecting throughout life. A rough calculation of my own disconnect/reconnect moments in my own life to this point is 2,396,736,000... Almost 2.4 billion signals to disconnect with equal signals for the most part, to reconnect again. Seamless in expectation, as mortality only assesses a final heartbeat as being one rather than 2.4 billion. Staggering numbers to process in thought, in a world, this focuses on separation as being death without seeing renewal. This piece being written today examines the infinite moments of life and renewal and how a spiritual universe exists in the moment of disconnect or reconnect wh...

I am not sure why, today I goggled my address I grew at for the first 12 years of my life. The house just to the right in this picture – seeing my street again decades after leaving this hobbit post WWII suburbia has made for an interesting day of remembering. In physical appearance, not much has changed. This street, in my life holds more ties to memories than being in the house. I lived for being outside, if the sun was up – it was time to get moving again. The town consisted of 6 streets and 100 homes and across the highway, which is just behind the houses, one truck stop, tavern, post-office, and half a dozen other homes were the roots of the original town. I filled my days on the back of a horse rather than a bike during this time. Summer time would heat the asphalt, which still seems to exist even now in covering the roadways.    If you followed this street down about three blocks, the street bent to the left – leading to the elementary school and old Baptist ...

All my life, if I turned my head to quickly either one direction or the other - a feeling of pain would shoot through my brain as if my neck was broken and would not flex, without understanding why. The pain would only last for seconds with my head going into a period of numbness for a few minutes. We all carry wounds of experiences over many life experiences, which reappear in many forms within a physical shell. At times I still feel the sting of my neck feeling somewhat detached in a state of energy rather than physically. Over a decade ago, I started seeing visions of a man standing in front of a huge set of French doors in a room. Looking out unto the grounds of his home as if in deep thought which froze him in a state of being motionless and yet knowing a message would come. The sight of the room never changed over almost four years, as if seeing from one angle with a tunnel vision in not experiencing any events in the room. Two years into seeing this vision, I was sitting on the...

I sat by the water illuminated by the morning light. Glancing across the ripples, a train was in sight. Engines with rail cars stood in wait, becoming timeless in thought. How the scene has cleared a vision, of many in another time and place. Tracks sturdy, reinforced of old, carried the stories of visions untold. For one hundred and fifty years, tracks set in a stationary form as time rolled over the timber.     Looking back and seeing the fresh timber laid in a time close to 1858. Curious children approach, though not to close with eyes of wonder as a new form of transportation was unfolding. Workers hot and bare-chested, chanting and slamming the iron with each tie becoming secure. New railway workers coming far from home, continuing to connect what already is with what will be and their thoughts would blur. As the sound of iron echoes through the summer sky, each creates a vision of time when their work will take them to a land, where only the ocean is in sight when the last tie is...

    The mystery school is one of the sought after, but yet the mystery lies in being without mystery. What is known and not being used tends to become the mystery of the conscious mind.   Choose and think back to the mystery. To become united in the un-conscious mind. As the mystery school is the truth of creation. Through the thoughts of being linked to so many various religious thought patterns of the conscious, mind on Earth. To perceive the truth that is all of truth unfolds to mystery and hence is thought to be a school of mystery. Mystery school in any form is connecting to the heart and soul of your truth. Your truth is not fragmented by secular religious thoughts that have manifested into the churches of this reality.   Is there any mystery in seeing beyond your present form? When you see, you see into the mystery or truth of soul and spirit. To journey could be termed a mystery, but is it not a journey of truth? What a person chooses to find beyond the conscious mind is ...

  From conception to the choice of leaving this world, is undeniable proof of being a messenger in this world. Both being miraculous and all being of rebirth, coming from your cellular level, and returning in a cycle called life.   In the cell structure, each carrying the message again into this world, in a pattern and belief that is part of the whole of who they are. Just as there have been many masters throughout creation seemingly being documented in many cultures, as they came to be a part of that culture, but yet as one. Moreover, recreating a universal consciousness of messengers that throughout creation have crossed through many different cultures, to become those that are here now.   Throughout the journey, learning to take life in many forms, as many beings of this universe with an understanding that life is not separation, but rejoining the whole of not just this planet, but universes. Without a feeling of judgment, or fear of being judged. I choose not to use the word g...

  Perceptions create the existence you are living. How you perceive, choose, and direct your thoughts according to your perceptions can be either a blessing or a curse. Regardless, we are the creator in either aspect. Perceptions change constantly throughout our days, months, and years of this human experience. When we choose to accept the influence of the perception of another, we choose to give our control to be determined by others. Today I was reading of a person I know, in the last year being diagnosed with RA which resulted in not being able to do the job she chooses – a spiral of perceptions either created or given and accepted as being so has turned her world upside down. Unaware of the answers, she has further put her trust outside of herself into the hands of doctors, attorneys, and social systems to reconstruct her life. If she could only imagine a huge dry erase board in front of her, with all her perceptions looking back at her – could she see change in allowing her inne...

gr  My Bible babe grand-daughter had eye surgery today. They had to cut the muscles in her eyes and tighten them. Like the trooper she is, she posed for a picture with the balloons I sent her when she came home. Her big sister is always ready to hold her steady. Blow a kiss to the wind for her tonight for healing. She still has healing to do and though she is being her best, at 6 - this pain is new to her senses. Balloon Arrival e  She went into surgery like a champion!

I am impulsive and spontaneous. I do not always do right and I do not always do wrong. I do what I do from the heart, and for that - no regrets! I admire Warren Buffet, not for his wealth - but for his energy of inspiration which speaks of - Do not as I do, Do as I have yet to do. I find joy in giving, even if the ways are very small or as large as can be imagined and beyond. I do not take life for granted - I say thank you for each day before it is lived. Much like the rings of a tree, my circles in life have many layers - at the heart of layers I find my family. I look at life as a thought of the universe - being thought through to fruitation. With another life, another thought will create an imagination I have yet to experience. I find the troubles of our world unsettling and many times they bring the tears, though not nearly in volume as those who are living the troubles not only in my observation.

                              The Emperor’s New Clothes and Oprah In headlines of recent weeks, a story emerged of Oprah Winfrey in Switzerland being refused the ability to see a dyed alligator purse. The clerk in the store did not recognize Oprah, nor did she need too. Racial bigotry? In Switzerland, even this claim does not resonate. A purse with a tag of 38,000.00 and a woman who to the clerk appeared as if she could not afford the purse added to a clerk who did not see the benefit of Oprah observing the new bag. Using America as an example, the majority of American women still would shy at spending a week’s wages on a new purse, at 38,000.00 based on a week’s wages – Oprah’s appearance that day had to account for 1,976,000.00 annual salary on the low side in analysis for the clerk. Beginning to take on a bit different of a fold, be...

Years ago, I had a flashback to a time very long ago. The room looked as if part of a temple, somewhat circular in design with a set of two tier steps surrounding the room. Stone and marble filled the room with a long platform in the middle, very ornate and carved to perfection. At the time I was probably about seven, playing on the platform of tier steps while a group of women in the room circled around the platform. On the platform a man was lying still as they went on with the work being done to the man. I saw myself walk up to the table and center at his abdomen. Working with his abdomen I then moved to the feet, pushing and flexing his feet as he laid so very still. Moving next to his head, I stood behind his head working my hands around his skull.After awhile,I moved so I could look over his head into the face of this man. He looked so serene and quiet, as if sleeping in peace. Staring down, suddenly his eyes popped open and I jolted back away and then looked again. He s...

For the last many months, my learning on a spiritual level has been surrounding trust. Not just as a word or act, but a belief system. Regardless of what doctrine you hold an affinity to, pick it up, and choose a passage of well-known words in your life. Since I was raised in a Christian environment, the bible would be one I can find this relational to. Without reading and just remembering the parables, I grew up reading and hearing about – trust as a belief system becomes the common thread or message given. The choice of trust or not to trust, creating lights and darks throughout the pages. A book of lessons of trust displayed through many life experiences being told. Yet, when trust is a belief system, a new world of thinking starts to expand. Trust as a belief system changes bands of energy around each of us, which are created through our sense, and choice of belief. When the bands grow and intensify energy being recreated, all life as known begins to change as well. This same...

Trust, a word which is loosely used and yet ultimate, to look back through religious doctrine in many forms, parables and requests made by God of many names has been in requesting “Trust”. On the spiritual level, Trust is seen and viewed as ultimate and yet is held in lesser than form in experiencing life.

Throughout our lives, time is paced by events, sounds, or influences which move time along. Do we remember times, which cannot find life as being relational otherwise? During our days, we listen, watch and move with the flow outside of time itself, yet like the tic-toc of progression we live, breathe and move in accordance to “time.” In early civilizations, time was kept in sundials, movements between light and dark along with events to be interpreted as movement of life. In the photo above, my wind chime if heard on the day of the photo – would signify a movement of time as wind creating the melody of being. As a photo, the chime stands timeless. Capturing a nano-second in a state of being frozen without rescinding or progressing as relative to time itself.

I read an article today on how Johnny Depp is considering buying the land of Wounded Knee and returning the land to the Sioux people as caretakers. Wounded Knee was a pivotal part of American history. After our government started rounding up Native Americans and placing them on reservations, Wounded Knee became one such site. Sioux people would Ghost Dance in the hopes life could be returned to freedom of the land. Ghost dances became frequent at Wounded Knee and prompted the massacre by the Calvary of counts generally being in the range of 150 people of all ages, including Chief Sitting Bull. The massacre itself left this land as a spiritual ground of souls lost. We all know the story of our time of Wounded Knee and the standoff, which ultimately failed in recovering the land. My hopes for the land would be in returning the ground to nature, regardless of the caretaker and giving some sanctity for lives celebrated and lost throughout history. I myself am of many bloodlines inclu...

Although many years have passed since I wrote down this story of Jacob and the Huron, for the last two days after not giving it much thought for a very long time - the story will not leave my thoughts. So I will share Jacob and the Huron again - possibly a reader is the one who needs to hear the story. Jacob and the Huron There once was a tale of two wives. The first wife was a lover of fine linens for her dwelling. The second wife was a lover of the arts. In the time of the tale, the husband of the two wives was an industrious landowner. His days were spent traveling across his land with a vision of change. The landowners name was Jacob. Jacob loved his two wives and understood the beauty of each. His first wife Helen reflected to him an outward beauty in his life that was shown through her unique ability to purchase and use the fine linens throughout the home. Bringing the color together, woven in a tapestry for the eyes. In doing so, anyone that visited h...

Spiritual Scribe Newsletter #19 For those who read the newsletters, I uploaded #19 to the website.

Portal Tones of the Soul   Our physical body is merely and extension of our spiritual body, multi-dimensional portal truely without limitations beyond a choice to accept and allowing the connection. Portals have been commonly used in phrases giving the perception of being beyond the physical in nature - connecting beyond in a sense and "bringing" the connection within. The statement itself in mirror is far truer in fact than fiction. Millions of human portals, enhabiting this world of ours commonly thought of as Earth or mortality.  Another very true realtiy of our spiritual connection is "tone" being a universal language used between a portal which we are - and our spiritual being. Music is a universal language, even without words, listening to tones from an language we have an ability understood to interpet the tones into thought and transition tone to message. Feeling and interpeting the tones through processors of mind/body/spirit to indentify o...

My Dad left this world 32 years ago this summer leaving Fathers Day as a time of remembering rather than being with Dad, best friend/confidant/wisdom/love – sums up the time with my Dad. During the year prior to my mother leaving this world, many nights in the dream state I would spend time with Dad, always in the same location. A brown two-story house I have never known, where talk/questions and answers were shared. Questions I would ask – always with an answer given. Often I have heard people say, “If I could only have another day with __, I have so much to ask!”

Changing a < than to a > than in life In life we travel through many experiences which imprint a lesser than feeling which last from a moment to a lifetime. Many, being imprinted as children and not being released throughout life. I can remember a time in my own life, when sitting in the backseat of the car with my older sister and singing, my mother turned around from the front seat and informed me that my singing was monotone, whereas my sister was singing wonderfully. Having no idea what monotone even was, a choice was made not to sing again. If my singing was unpleasant to my mother, surely this would not be an effort to display to others. Simple words I am sure she did not remember, yet a stamp of lesser than became the imprint. God, turned this into a greater than and started filling my mind with an outlet, which holds all the songs I have heard which can be reheard verbatim by the artists who sang the song. A concert of sorts in my choosing always available and I do l...