Motivated By Spirit

 On Friday May 27th, 2022, I went to the hospital to have an MRI done on my head, the reason for this procedure was to let my doctors and NLPs know what was happen within my scull with the errant cancer cells that had wandered into my head and was surgically removed in November of 2021. Before they put me into the machine, they had to inject me with a contrast for their own reasons. Well, the nurse in the MRI center could not get my vein to cooperate; so, I told him " I have a port". He was not trained on accessing ports, thus they had to get a certified port specialist. For over two hours they were unable to find such a person in the entire hospital. Finally, they found such a person working in the ICU and could be spared for the few minutes it takes to access my port and attach the necessary implement through which the contrast would flow into my body in order for the MRI to be properly done. When she could be spared and came to the MRI unit, she was an angel. I mean that l...

  In 1997 my life fell apart while living in Miami, I had to leave my apartment just weeks ahead of eviction. I tried to get work fixing the computer programs that was slated to crash when 2000 rolled around. However, the field had moved on and the work had moved to India where the programmers there simple logged on and work for far less than an aging programmer would go for. It all appeared quite dire and of my own choosing with the decisions I made, to self-publish three books and promote them. that was the seeming path to the collapse of my personal economy and homelessness without actually living on the streets. I was blessed with friends who gave me shelter. A friend knew someone who had an aging aunt in Daytona Beach who needed a companion. This seemed to be the ideal solution to my housing situation in Miami. I grasped the opportunity and moved to Daytona Beach. That is how I arrived in the place I came to call The Day Tone; a place where I received important informatio...

 With gratitude, I turn within To seek the face of peace Peace smiles and welcomes me As its own beloved child The love I feel transforms me Into a flower of grace As hummingbirds drink  The nectar flowing from deep within The chambers of a heart so full It gushes out to meet The fearful ones their hurt to heal Their pain to soothe away Cradling the wounded souls In gratitude I turn inside

 If you can remember, I mentioned in an earlier post that I spend quite a bit of time in the hypnogogic space. The hypnogogic is that space between being fully awake and entering into sleep. For most of us that state is very brief.  I frequently see what can only be described as visions when I enter that space. Some of these visions recurred night after night for weeks, months and0ne of two of them even years.  For a decade or more, I had a recurring image of a river of people flowing in one direction. I describe it as a river as that was the appearance of the humans, they were so tightly packed they seemed like a rapidly flowing river. Because this particular vision was so consistent, I knew it was important for me to understand its meaning. It took several months of sightings for me to understand that was not seeing flowing liquid, but masses of humans moving in one direction. I could not understand why so many people were moving so rapidly and all in one direction. Wer...

 Silence is not the absence of sound, but the sound of absence. Absence of hate, anger greed, vengeance, envy all of which are deleterious to our wellbeing. Let us allow silence to be a vital part of our lives. We live in a world plagued with division. This division was intended to be differentiation on this third dimensional plane. But we are extremists, pushing every boundary to see if we can create limits. The only limit we have created is division. The very division we used to define ourselves as who we are and who we are not.  From the definition that, we are lonely individuals struggling to make it through the day, streams every pain we've experienced collectively or individually. The space where we can remember we are the ones causing this division is in the silence. The din surrounding our hectic lives helps us to forget we connected and inter-connected. Healing occurs in that spaceless, timeless moment of silence when we remember. It is that silent instant when we kno...

  This part of the journey is interesting to me. I am about to step into something which I've avoided for many years, and it is totally unfamiliar to me. I am about to stop waiting to be discovered and get on with the work for which the guardians stopped me from leaving this plane. The work is so imperative, yet I am still reluctant to name it. "Stop dancing around and say what must be said," whispers my soul. Often our purpose is not known to our everyday waking self; thus, the best that can be done is to work on the next task that is presented to us. My next task is to make myself available as a channel to individuals who may choose to avail themself of the healing energy I channel.    While I stand as a channel for this healing energy, restoration is an individual choice and a willingness to accept the premise on which the concept of energy healing rests. Although restoration may be instantaneous it may not be. A  feeling of peace and self-acceptanc...

  Many years ago, in the middle of my spiritual quest, more likely near the beginning; I was experiencing strange grotesque images in the hypnogogic state while falling asleep at night. The hypnogogic state is that space between being fully asleep and wakefulness. Usually, this state of consciousnesses is extremely swift. However, I tend to spend quite a bit of time there and sometimes have intense experiences leading to greater spiritual expansion for myself. Everyone passes through this space, often it is so swift it goes completely unnoticed. Night after night these grotesque images would come floating in and out of my vision from every direction, right to left, up to down and vice versa. I was not frightened by them but curious as to who and what these distorted figures were. The images were so persistent and often I decided to take the matter into mediation and ask for their meaning. Over time the answer finally came. They are your creation was the answer, and one that I did n...