My Spiritual Windows

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Over many days on my mind has been a problem with the homeless in my city, a program was initiated without research or form which in the process has pitted neighbors, city and administrators of the project in constant odds and escalation of the negative without resolution and failing to negotiate a solution. Fear by the public, being left to fend without resources during the day and being dropped at local public facilities has created a scenario which continues to build and lose and likeness to structure of what might have been in the creation on a snowy night November 25th, 2018 and one affluent woman administrating an ongoing guise which lacks the very tools needed. All I could think is how the group of homeless is here, without means or transportation to leave. WWJD? Would he turn his back and say I have nothing to give, sorry you are hungry and without a bed or means of working ? If you believe this, leave your church immediately – you have learned nothing. He put his faith into...

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When I go to my earliest memories, I’ve thought about you. Walking me home from Kindergarten on a snowy icy street saying don’t run to turn around and see you were dropped to your bottom on the street, giggled once and ran faster. I still smile in the thought about you. Remembering when the horse reared and put me on the ground spread eagle with him landing sitting between the legs of an eight year old I’ve thought how you came running. From my perceptions I was fine though when my thoughts go to you and only the horror you must have felt, I feel as I think about you then. When I think of the tribulations I put you through always being in a hurry to grow, your thoughts were to slow down as my thoughts go back to you then. Always supporting and protecting a child who had the fire to try it all deciding in my thoughts if repetition would occur. I grew up moving a distance away, times together were few though my thoughts were with you. Did I tell you enough how much...

Infinite Moment   What if the day was found without meaning? To let the treasure of the moment seem as being forsaken. How those treasures lost could - be recovered, at any future instant? Seems as of not, but yet moments are not forsaken. All goes on, all is available. To do so, takes a reflective instant. From one space to connect to another. To retrieve, to reflect, to be present. None are forsaken. Let the consciousness flow to all spaces of eternity. See the moments of infinity always present, always available. This is but our choice, to limit our perception, to less than being infinite...   What if...  This already is... Copyright@lsmyers

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A few personal thoughts on Albert Einstein  Einstein is one who fascinates me and rather than being difficult to understand he made much very easily understandable and yet seen as a enigma in humanity. He chose to be his own individual rather than conforming to the standards or traits of the larger societies and patterns of socialites. Being able address another on all levels in a form where the core of his communication met the level of the person being spoken too.  Believed to being an atheist, he was actually very much involved in spirituality in it’s truest form of being a merge of science and spirit. It is not that he did not believe in something much larger than himself, his mind was open and expanding neural pathways leading from one super highway to the next in search of his highest truth. He would lay all known aside open to reaching a new level and how our life and mortality being a small link to much more. His ways of dressing and dining were simple, not where his m...

Have you ever sat down and written your thoughts to God? Wrote this years ago on Easter after watching a show on Netflix.  ————— Being Easter, seemed like the day should is spent doing something in relation to God/Jesus, and creation or the cycle historically noted from the Bible. Do not take this as blasphemy just thoughts I have to God in review. Taking note the source of this review is from the Bible series on Netflix and the interpretation of the producers of the series. First, the Bible should be R rated for violence, as this was rampant through the stories told. Second, I did not complete all episodes yet, making the thoughts based only on what was shown in conjecture to the representation of the Bible. Overall, those portrayed throughout telling the history contributed to a cycle of those portrayed who were short on faith after receiving the blessings or spiritual tools. Becoming manipulators of power received and those who were given tasks, which either took a longer durati...

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Adventures of Moniko

Why would you – Gather to experience yourself? Countless mediums are available in this world in place to provide a resolution in search  Of yourself. Psychics, Mediums, Tarot readers, Clergy, Spiritual Advisors and more with  an intent of providing answers when searching. Gathering to experience yourself is  opportunity to discover without third party assistance with yourself being the discoverer  from within. The spark revealed. My thoughts have always been you can walk 1000  miles outside of yourself, only to walk back again where the answer has always resided. Being the experience you seek. Affordability? Donation based.  Group size – Average group of 6 individuals. Why? With any venue facilitated by one, attention to attendees is dependent on the  numbers present. Large groups decrease the attention level and subtract from the  experience. Agenda presented – Dependent on attendees and the energ...

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....

https://www.facebook.com/mindvalley/videos/1885885578123112/ Listening to the above referenced video by Neale Walsh this morning, in part I can Agee with and yet found this to be designed for multi-part engaging for profit ultimately. The shell which houses your mortality does die, the way of nature in one form or another becomes disposed. Working with hospice patients I am not foreign in becoming engaged with the body at death in this world. My first impulse being to feel the chest over the heart and then different pulse areas on the body for activity or silence. Minutes before, a body was not being observed but a person with history as you or I. Now silent and re-identified as dead/deceased.Do I mourn them? No, in the moments just after I wish them well in flight and transition from this world. Now this said, in regards to individuals only met when death is imminent. So according to Neale, I would be awake. For a loved one, friend or family member - mourning comes...

Writing a blog piece – has been awhile in the creation. Thoughts build daily, though lack of time becomes another cycle or day in this world. Why I am writing at this point, will become evident or I Hope therefore before completed. I included the song “Why me Lord” as too many times I ask this as well. Never claiming my life is easy or day to day bliss as seems to be given perception by many on a spirituality path. Quite the contrary, yet fulfilling and for being such the song speaks volumes. Not shouting from rooftops or claiming my thoughts are “the thoughts” is not who I am. My energy will lead me and guide into many destinations and has over many years. Each time “Why me Lord” could be heard from my thoughts to a grandiose listener. Over the last few years, life has been like a gently curving highway – some stop signs, though unbroken. Lately the pause has been in facilitating the “Angel Vigil”. Simply stated, this is being called upon to sit with another whose passing is immi...

Tell me and I forget.  Teach me and I remember.  Involve me and I learn. Benjamin Franklin

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Knowledge is power, how you choose to use this becomes the defining statement of who you are. When I worked as a IT analyst, my knowledge unwritten kept myself in a job four years longer than my department of co-workers. All documented for my own reference and yet not part of a database for others to reference. Doing so created job security. Working with my spiritual tools and knowledge I share in documenting what I believe for another to find useful and self defining. More so in using energy to open gateways of knowledge from within another rather than being an outside voice of declaration as seeing a medium or going for a reading. Opening the connection so what is revealed, becomes a part from within the request without words spoken for the most part. In the process of opening the gateway I can see and hear; yet remain silent in the reveal. At times using simple methods of energy movement for the skeptic or a personal choice of another to receive in silence. Connection of this n...

Every seven years, my life takes on changes which alter where I have been and where I am going. In lore at times, seven years is called an “itch”. I don't see it as such after so many periods to observe, a time which what is true to your life remains and what is left to walk beyond becomes distant. I don't fear this time in knowing whatever is to come is just building on what has been, rather than change which will see lesser than in the walk. Yesterday I asked to be shown, what I needed to see. With doors closing behind myself, I opened another and three cards were shown. Starting from the right, One represented my writing in all forms over the years and represented communication thru writing, Second in the center, represented the healing aspects in my life, Third showing communication/counseling through verbal use being used incorporating my own tools of communication. As I looked at the doors, a stream of light in the form of the infinity sign began lacing thro...