Morning Meditation

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l*-*l...Drifting through my home, floating freely, enjoying an atmosphere I work hard to maintain, the colors of my choosing; a healing spectrum of pinks, purples, and greens, swirling gently in a fusion of light and supernatural energy. Everywhere sunlight hits an object or surface to reflect its light and beauty. Only a dimension I can create, taking this manufactured box I live in , and making it something extraordinary.

The mood hasn't left me yet, as I awaken from a sleep where I dream of a lady politician perched upon a department store counter, surrounded by beautiful objects. She was telling me she didn't need my donations, but to take my gifts, and to put them back freely into my family. That wasn't the full dream, but within dreams, there is that dimension of FEELING, and this one FELT GOOD. Could I possibly be that lady Governess, ruling my world; potentially a veritable version of psychic politics?

There is a hidden part of us, speaking to us consistently. Hopefully we can learn to turn off the external racket and listen to the Internal Guidance System. But I'm blessed with a hearing impairment that keeps me tuned to a different frequency, where there is pure love and awareness...

I'm trying to exemplify deep, to the core Creation stuff, since being a surface dweller is cumbersome and congested. What is to understand about me? My cognitive processes react uniquely, and I've become more comfortable with them. The black cat near the end of my driveway understands. She is talking up a storm to me...very sociable. I cannot do much regarding the crude human insensitivities invoked on our civilization. I try to keep my corner of the world, clean and bright. I haven't given up on the fight.

The incandescence of light and color plays unfettered again, as I maintain my reverie. It's a simple life, but a pure one. The smattering of souls permeating this corner need to be assessed because reptilian brain that I use at times; it is still wary of the off kilter inhabitants that have not a clue of the Divinity of Existence.