Dream Journal- Meditation Experience

Last night before bed I decided to spend some time doing some heavy meditation. I spent a little over 30 minutes meditating with binaural beats with music. When I was meditating, I saw and felt something very very magical.

At first I saw myself in the cosmos and I was gently floating into the arms of a goddess like figure, made from the stars and cosmos around us. I could feel myself falling into a deeper state of meditation.

I saw myself standing on the ground right next to a middle-sized tree. I wasn’t in a human form at all. I remember being some kind of animal, a mix between a wolf, a dragon, and something else. I was a light blue color with bright blue eyes. I could see myself running and then taking off from the ground and going up higher and higher into the summit. I could see orbs and smaller energy forms forming around my shoulders and wings as I went through several layers of clouds. They followed me as the ones who were meant to stay on the ground, stayed on the ground. I was tempted to look back, but I didn’t. I was urged to keep going higher.

At one point I heard something say, “This is what happens when you get sick and don’t take care of yourself” I saw myself falling from the sky and then falling into a body of water. I felt tired and alone. I wasn’t able to get back up into the sky. I came back out and wandered along the side of the water, through thick brush and trees, trying to find a place to recuperate. I found a place to lie down for a bit. Then I remember getting up and finding a small waterfall. There was someone there by the waterfall. I don’t quite remember who the person was, but they felt familiar. I also remember at that point being a human again. The waterfall began to glow and then light began to fill everything around us. Life began to bloom and the color was restored within everything around me. The person by me waved at me and then I took off into the skies again. 

After awhile all I could see is what appeared to be a valley created by the cosmos. It was filled with dark red and purple dust. I could hear a gentle voice speaking affirmations to me which made me feel at ease. That same voice told me to ignore the ones that spoke poorly about myself, the one filled with negativity that would throw me off. That was the voice that was my ego; the ego that is influenced by anger and fear. After that I woke up feeling relaxed and ready for bed.

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A Saying of Faith 3

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Do small things matter?

I thought they got in the way.

Maybe I was wrong.

Big things are made from small things.

Faith is a big thing.

Faith depends on smaller things.

Small things do matter.

They make up the big picture.

Small things are good too.

Have faith.

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A Saying of Faith #2

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Both words start with ‘F’.

Both words can have an impact.

One is positive.

The other is negative.

Which do you prefer?

Faith will bring the best results.

Hold on to it tight.

Don’t let go of your own faith.

Expect miracles.

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An Angel’s Wish

 

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I wish, I wish I was a fish.

I could be a steak, a shish kabob, the perfect, perfect dish.

There is only one reason I ever so wish to make this wish.

The reason is hope.

There are so many days where I find it hard to cope.

I try not to say things out of anger, for it makes me want to wash my mouth out with soap.

Instead I’ll hold onto hope, which stems from love.

Sometimes I need a sign;  pennies, a hug, a white dove from above.

Anger and frustration won’t help, nor would a push or a shove.

This may sound goofy, but as I stand here tonight I swear.

I make a wish and send it to an angel above, to someone who might care.

I know my wish will come true, because I know you’ll always be there.

So on this very night, I send my wishes to the angels and light beings above.

I’m sure one day I’ll get to see my wish form from the brightest star above.

Thank you.

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Truth about Sensitivity

IMG_1339I pick up on every single thing…

Every single vibration that the universe has to offer… Every single day.

Some days it makes me smile infinitely, and on others it makes me weep uncontrollably to what feels like an eternity.

I feel happiness, sadness, anger, love, hate, malice, confusion, pain, sorrow, joy, fear, and everything in between. 

Sometimes I get so mixed up in the sea of vibrations that I can’t even tell the difference between my own feelings and others. 

I can connect and comfort the conflicted without speaking a single word. 

I can heal a broken heart just by knowing what it needs to heal.

I can ease the physical pain of an injured soul just by knowing exactly where the origin of the pain is.

I can see a whole world of secrets just by opening my eyes, and it is a gift that I can see and feel everything so vividly.

But there are some days where I cry, weep, and even scream on the inside due to the large cluster of vibrations I feel every single day… it can be far too much for my soul to bare.

Why is it so hard for me to distinguish one feeling to another and whether it is my own or not? Why can I feel things so deeply, like as if it’s happening to me? I have so many questions.

Some days I can answer them easily, other days I find myself lost for words.

In the meantime I continue to float along by the universe in search of my own lighthouse in the skies above.


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Soul Death Composition

Fallen_angelI have forgotten everything.

Existence itself has become ever so fickle to me.

What does this thing called existence mean?

I can’t remember anything beyond suffering.

My mind has forgotten what exists beyond the clouds.

Is there anything that exists beyond the clouds in my head?

I have forgotten what it was like to be me when I felt alive and whole.

I have been forgotten along with the many other broken souls who lie before me.

We have been left behind within the distant endless swirls of rusty grey dust and ash.

The composition of love is a complex concept for those who have sealed their hearts to avoid the cruel.

The formula of creating the death of a soul is the blackness from unforgiveness, hatred, and unrelenting malice.

Is there hope for the fallen? Is there hope for the broken? Is there hope for the lost? Is there hope for the lonely? Is there hope for the hated? Is there hope for the forgotten?

Yes.


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(NOTE: There is unity, comfort, and support that can be found by confiding in others. Don’t do this alone. You don’t have to do this alone. Help awaits no matter where you are in the world.)

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Silly but True? No, but True.

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I know it’s not easy.

You have to let go.

Don’t radiate anger.

Don’t radiate pure hate.

Don’t radiate malice.

No good comes from it all.

Please don’t drain your life force.

Embrace inner color.

Radiate your inner light.

Radiate pure love.

Spread pure happiness!

Dude, let that shit go man!


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