I pour myself a cup of coffee, it is quite tasty this early morning. My pups decided 3:30am was a good time to wake me. I laid there after their morning potty break and dozed for a time, but here I am … thinking again. I find that what enters mind in these earliest hours, tells a story which is most true, it bares the soul for what it finds important before the days activity can cause distraction.
The lights went out, I suppose they weren’t meant to last forever. I’m left with a half string, glowing in the dark. Perhaps life is the same, shining for awhile and then out in a flash ~ not to be seen any longer, by human eyes, that is.
I wonder why it is that speaking seems a little backward. I begin, and then end with what should have started it all. Computers are a grand thing in that they allow opportunity to cut and paste. Maybe you recall the days of typewriters … the erasing process was not easy, often one had to start all over.
Those who say they know also say that Creator is aware of our conscious thought as well as our unconscious thought, knowing our hearts and intentions better than even we. They say that what we say and do cannot be hidden, for all is heard and seen. Yet when people say they ‘hear’ someone talking which others do not they are deemed ‘crazy’ and in need of medication, Why are these two not tied into each other and an attempt made to understand fully?
In dreams messages come, and we are not the only ones who see. Little mini movies play out and our integrity is tested … will we fight, will we protect, will we love, will we hate? Consciously it is the same ~ will we be grateful, will we be patient, will we care?
Psychics and mediums are all over this world. There are many who have this ability, yet do not understand that this is what it is. Traditional medicine answers every time with pharmaceutical which dulls the mind, we have no spiritual guides here who are willing to assist, not without much money and many are only scams. One must travel to find those who actually practice this connection and have knowledge of the truth of it. Most do not have this opportunity for travel, so are left to swim in this unknown sea alone.
I think of the animals which are abused and killed, how some people actually enjoy doing this. My mind is boggled by the coldness of some and I wonder what their dreams are like … knowing I really do not want to know. I do not even want to know them when they are conscious, putting on the show of having a heart, of caring. I do not want to partake in their activity, even remotely, this is why I stopped eating meat … this ‘food’ wants to live too, wants to love and be loved.
These are the types of things I think of in the early morning hours. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help this situation. There is … and I’m doing it, yet it seems such a small contribution to the betterment of the whole. If only others were doing the same (I know many are) then maybe peace would come quicker. Maybe we would help each other, and all life, and compassion would grow.
What’s in your garden?