Page Four
Moving The Spirit
So, I Keep Praying
I have fallen and cannot find my way,
It is dark and there is no way out,
because there is no light.
Why have you forsaken me,
I have done all you asked me to do.
Now alone, you are nowhere to be found.
So, the end seems near,
I have found my life was short,
but I will see you when all is said and done,
I have missed you,
I still love you, my darling,
I will come to you.
Now, I have some light.
I no longer need to fight,
for your love.
Thank you, Lord,
I have your light of life,
all I needed was to believe and have faith,
it is now clear you have been with me on my journey all the
time
I have found my way,
through love and hate,
how I love you so,
my darling, you are loved also,
for the journey is coming to an end,
I have you with me,
I have the Lord with me,
my road is filled with light, so my way is clear,
and I will persevere,
into the light I go,
now, it is here that I found my way,
it is there you are here,
love is the key.
And I have it all,
you are my destiny and grateful for my life,
hello and goodbye,
we are coming through it all, together,
I am now content and home in my heart,
together and insisting on holding up to the
challenge for life and faith.
Here I now lay and find my way,
loving all, and being loved is the way,
there is the journey’s end.
I now may sleep and be happy, together with
you and Him, for this I am grateful.
Humbled and love you, forever,
till there is no time left except when I am needed,
together we will not deny the dream we desire.
It is here and being in love,
that I will not fail,
found my way,
He has led the way,
for that I am final and complete,
time has no feat,
fate has not come,
for me,
so, I keep praying.
A Changed Moment
I am walking a path down into the forest. The day is nearly
perfect, the air is a little brisk but feels so good on my face. I can hear the
river ahead; it is a little ruff in the area I am close to. I know what I
am heading to. My spot, a wonderment of my sight which will behold something
that is a miracle, to me it is. I am coming into a slight clearing, not excessively
big, the surroundings are beautiful. The trees are whispering their song, and the
foliage is all colors of the rainbow. I slowly walk to my rock, perfect for
sitting on. I hope what I came to see is going to happen. It had only been once
before, and I was so awe-struck that all I could do was sit and look at an image
that I still had a tough time believing.
It is silent now, no birds singing, and the rustling of bushes
is even quieter. I know what is about to happen, she is coming. The
air is still a little brisk, but the sense of it brushing my face is not as I
felt on the way up here. The time is near, and then it happens.
She slowly manifests out of nothing, hovering a little, her
pure white gown is moving listlessly and is almost too bright to look upon. The
movement to me is ever so slight, she is only a few feet away and I am stunned
as usual. She is looking directly at me, with a little smile, we do not communicate
with words. Everything is in mind; her soft voice is so crisp and wonderful. She heard my prayers to see her one more time. Was thrilled to find
this wonderful area. Isn’t Mother Nature a wonderment in her own rights? I said
she is and what I was looking at in front of me is also beautiful. Oh, she goes
on about how nice that is. She explained that being here was something she
looked forward to because it was so wonderful looking at all the colors and
surrounding green trees.
I asked why she picked me to allow this miracle to happen.
She explained my pain when lost my daughter, and wife, at the same time. The
moment in my realm was so disturbing, that you seemed to give up. I knew what needed
to be done. Your wife and child are well within your understanding of what
heaven is called by mortals who have belief and faith in the Lord’s plain or a
place far-reaching the soul’s outer comprehension of His realm. I am at a
different level of life force. And when someone such as yourself loses all
perspective of wanting to move on in life, the darkness moves in to make your
faith and belief become nothing. No feelings, deep depression, all goodness is
lost amongst the darkness, you were well into a place of no return and might
move out of living altogether yourself.
I sat and thought of how bad I felt. I lost all perspective
of what living was about. She was right, the nights came without wanting to see
the next day. I missed them so much, it hurt. No sleep, drinking, not seeing
anybody for months. I slowly began to just barely exist. That is when I found
this path one day, I am sure she made it happen, she came out of nowhere and
explained to me about the darkness and how it took my thought process and changed
my life force for wanting to live. The faith and belief I had was gone. But she
began to make me understand where my wife and child were. How in their realm of the spiritual entity was still able to see how my life force was in trouble. We
came together and I used their faith and belief to fill your heart again with
love and knowing they were all right and did not have to stop being in the
darkness. I was a different person when came back home that day. I got all my
bottles of alcohol and threw them out. I got the pictures of his wife and child
and started to believe in life again. Even when they are not here with him,
they will be in his heart, and still madly in love with them. My world began to
change, everything was different. I got out, walked, and went to see friends,
got a wonderful job speaking to others who were lost such as me.
I read the bible, and pray more, have not gone to a church yet.
And love life throughout my spirit, that life force which is in all of us. We
just need to learn to tap into that inward touch upon the heart with God’s help
and the belief of having our lost loved ones, near and dear, to our spiritual
entity of this plain of life, our world as it is to us. We control the
decisions and bring within us the living without that dark mentality that will
destroy the path of what our destiny is put here for us to create and follow.
She was a miracle and made my living with reality I understood completely.
There was no wrong perspective, only the love of life and having faith in the
Lord again. He was always there, and I only needed to seek His life force, His
love for me, to begin the life I felt inward my spirit.
She slowly backed away, still hovering, my angel never had
to say anything as she became a whisp of fresh air on my face. I felt so
wonderful and alive. This was going to be the last of our time together, which
was fine, I understood what I needed to do and will conduct my mission of
giving people a place in the heart for loving life again. I began my walk home,
leaving this meadow of wonderment for the last time. Who knows, someone may
happen upon it such as I, and find their own miracle within the breeze of the
forest, brisk as it is, it still feels wonderful.
White Eagle's Gorge
Running through the forest will not be a problem. The path
is treacherous and up and down the mountain. Some spots are only a foot wide,
but this must be done to get to the gorge. White Eagle was prepared though for
the worst. He has run in the forest for many years, been on the same path he
will trek for the passage of the gorge. His father, the Chief, has shown him
what he must do to be considered a warrior, part of his path when it is time to
be Chief. This run today is partly on the trail he will be running tomorrow.
The rocks and pebbles are hurting his feet and throwing him out of balance. He
turned the path’s corner and immediately fell, rolling down the small incline.
White Eagle lay for some time. He needed to feel his body’s condition, checking
for broken bones, or twisted something. White Eagle got up and for a quick
thought decided to head back home but kept running the trail till stopping at
the spot he originally decided to stop and turn back.
When got back home White Eagle could see some scratches and
scrapes. His mother put some sab on them and shook her head. She knew what was
going to happen and she could do nothing to make it stop. Her role as a Native
American mother of the tribe was to encourage and support the decision to run
the path to the gorge. White Eagle knew that and discussed with his mother the
path and what would take to run such a dangerous path to the gorge. Nothing
else was said about him running. The day was here.
White Eagle began the path very early in the morning. He was
walking it at first then broke into a run. Parts of the beginning, where it
splits off the trail and becomes its pathway, rocks, and pebbles are difficult,
hurting his feet. Past that part of the trail, it begins to climb a little in
altitude, making it difficult to breathe for White Eagle. He has conditioned
himself to not let it bother him. He is running much faster now but soon will
have to slow down because of the foot-wide path before him. This will slow the
pace but not stop him from running toward the gorge. The next turn is coming up
and must be done right or he could slip and fall off the path. White Eagle
quickly made the turn and followed the path’s direction without incident. Soon
the gorge would be near. He can hear the water rushing across the rocks and
down the waterfall.
The trail now was getting
higher, more inclined with the path, White Eagle had to be sure of his footing,
the path was narrow and rocky, and nothing but heavy bushes were lining the
path. Each step made a little puff of dirt, a small cloud of dust. White Eagle
was getting tired. He picked up the pace, made the next two turns of the path,
and finally heard the water rushing through the gorge. Nearer the path’s end,
just before the jump was to be made, was a small hump, a little berm that could
mess everything up if not planted with the foot at the point of jumping. White
Eagle was running quicker now, the breeze on his face was a little damp, which
meant it was time to concentrate on what needed to be done, jump the gorge.
Another turn and it was time.
White Eagle started running as fast as he could, and the turn was
approached by White Eagle, the noise was deafening, and he could not stop. As
White Eagle came to the spot to jump, he planted his foot right at the edge of
the berm. He could feel himself rise into the air, but, his other foot tipped
the top of the berm, he was making a shorter ending to the jump. White Eagle
did not let that thought bother him. He positioned himself in the air and felt
as if flying like an Eagle. The other side of the path, where it begins, was
coming up fast and short. White Eagle knew this was going to happen and kept
his mind focused on the path only and the landing. White Eagle came up short,
fell about ten feet along the side of the gorge, and grabbed a small tree to
stop. He was bleeding, his head hurt, and looked down along the wall to the
gorge below. Then back up to the top.
He kept thinking of the climb up, it took nearly four hours
to make the climb and roll onto the path’s beginning from the other side of the
gorge. It was about noon now, and he needed to get back home. He wanted to tell his
father about the jump. What he didn’t know was his father watching him jump the
gorge and fall short of the edge. From a different place higher up on the
mountain. He was proud of White Eagle and told him when he talked to him at
home. White Eagle was ecstatic, and the tribe was going their praise also.
Soon, he was running back down the path and turning around where the path
ended. White Eagle felt good and glad he jumped the gorge. Now, he was a true
warrior, his people would look upon him differently. He thought of how his
being Chief one day would impact the tribe. He could see himself and become
stronger in spirit so his knowledge and wisdom will show through them, helping
and giving direction when needed. Almost a Shaman in a way but he was not that
special, he would make improvements with what he knew though. White Eagle
talked to his father many times about what happens when White Eagle becomes
Chief.
His father would look at White Eagle and smile. He knew how
special White Eagle was and would be a great Chief. White Eagle was running the
path today. Following the way it made its way through the forest, he became one
in thought. Allowing the Great Spirit to show his truth, White Eagle was then
at the edge of the gorge, he looked all over the valley and gave praise for the
Great Spirit to make him strong and full of wisdom. He stood there for a very
long time, listening to the water rush through the gorge and over the
waterfall. The one he jumped over…
The Old Woman and the Fairy
As the path begins to wind through the forest, a serene
moment seems to appear from nowhere. The movements are slow but methodical,
flowers and trees move about from a light wind, and the night begins to
approach to say, “I have arrived and all is well”. The surreal of the night is
becoming more prominent now and continues throughout the darkened hours. Soon,
the sunrise will be the beginning of the daylight hours, giving what is needed
for the path to show the winding it takes to the valley below. Moments of
surreality are still in the wind and movements of the foilage are waving for
their dance.
The path has come to the bottom of the valley, beginning
again with some more different winding and curves where the path shows cliffs
and dangerous ways. As trekking the path throughout the day it becomes less
dangerous and more filled with smooth passages as walking through the valley.
There again the serenity is back and stronger, more defined, giving the air a
quietness yet still making slow methodical movements of the foliage, and the
singing pine trees are making their song heard.
The end of the path is coming soon, ending at an old part of
the forest, nearly to the front door of an old cabin. There is rustling inside,
someone is doing something. There is calm in the forest. The flowers and such
are beginning to stop flowing with the wind, and night is approaching again. This
time it is coming fast and hours go by which seems minutes have passed. The
door opens and a fragile old woman steps out. She begins her walk down the path
and makes her way toward the water from the stream. She takes a bucket full and
goes back into the cabin. The air is crisp and moving ever so slowly. She opens
the door again and stands on the porch looking toward the stream, listening to
the forest speak at night. There is so much to say from all that meanders here
and there, or the nature sounds heard only at night.
Off in the distance, there is a bright flutter of wings seen
and heard, it is quick in movement and stops just a few inches from the old
woman. Fluttering in front of her and moving here and there, the fairy doesn’t
say anything but knows the old woman has something for her. When went down to
the stream she picked some special flowers found only in this forest. As if
just for the fairies to feast on. The old woman held out the flower and the
fairy immediately settled on it and started to eat little tidbits of the
flower. It was fascinating to watch the fairy perched upon the flower and
taking such specks of the flower to eat. She has been doing this for many
years. And knew when the fairies were close. It was that surreal feeling as
passing through the forest, those moments of noises heard at night, ever so
lightly, but they are there.
The fairy quickly fluttered itself by the face of the old
woman and lightly brushed its wings against the harsh skin of the woman. It was
its way of thanking her for the meal. The sun was beginning to come up for
another day. The fairy quickly and almost silently whisked its way through the
forest, to her special place of hiding and sleeping. The old woman turned and
went inside to do the same, sleep. The forest was busy with the sounds of
daylight. Nature’s way of saying she was alive and gave the forest whatever it
needed throughout the days, with flowers growing, greenery abounding, and life
moving on as planned, from day to day.
Redemption for Misleading Mindless Wandering
Occasionally, there are moments when the effort to move and
do something falls short of anything but writing. I need to improve my
photography, going out and about for shots that only I can make happen. My creativity
comes deep from within my spirit, making an image happen and working on it to
manipulate whatever I desire it to become. Words, making their way across the
image for some insight I thought of while being in a creative mood. I do that
every day through my writing, the website, and my Blog, I make the Written Way
happen. The Great Spirit comes for a visit on occasion, whispering to me to be
more spiritual and engage with the Higher Power more often.
I at one time let go of the Lord's hand on my shoulder. I was a miserable, very
angry man, my wife was the rock though, she knew the pain and discomfort would
change the demeanor of a person. I just stopped praying. One day though I got a
tap on my shoulder showing He did not leave me nor forsaken the pain I have. He
was there all the while making each day and into the night, a little less
painful. I needed to be patient, less hard on myself and my wife, and believe
in the direction He is taking me for some healing to begin...And it gets better
each day.
I don't get out as much and the camera gear is workable but for the last two
years nothing, but pain and discomfort harbored my days. It is getting better,
have to be on a spiritual run to get the moments and master my images like I do
with the Written Way. My creativity through words:
https://www.enchantedwordsessence.com
Path and Balance
Have you not ever been grateful? The path was a little
rough, sometimes it rose a few feet so it was harder to trek. The end game
though was to be at the top of this majestic mountain, overlooking the valleys
below and outward. My path is somewhat the same, there are ups and downs, and sometimes
it is extremely difficult to maintain a balance between spirit and the Higher Power.
The air is a little thinner, I have gone very high and it has been difficult at
times, but will not stop the journey. There is too much to be had spiritually. Now
and then stop and bow my head and listen, taking in the sounds only found here
at this moment, at this place also within the moment, together making living a
balance.
It is colder and a light wind is blowing making the
temperature drop a few degrees, but will not stop and follow this path before
me to the point where I have visioned it to be through dreams. The rocks are
bigger and the path is fading away becoming a hit-and-miss walk to the top of
the mountain. I am not worried, I know where I am going, and timely as it may
seem, the wonderment between spirit and the Higher Power’s touch set upon the
soul at the moment when reached the top, well, I will be very grateful. Oh, a
little sun, warmth, peaked its way through some clouds. They are surrounding my
path, the clouds, still, I know where the spot is, that piece of time standing
still just for me.
For some reason, it seems quieter than before. I am close,
there is no path to follow, around the rocks and through a small field of foliage,
and it is time. The belief in what I am looking at is nearly overtaking my
senses, tears have begun, the air fresh and so quiet even with the wind. But
looking out there, the valleys below and the wonderment of life is not as
seemed, sure, the moments have been hard. Yet, here I am having the view
piercing my soul with unmistakenly truth to His being alive and maintaining
this, all this land and water, from flower to flower, the growth for miles and
miles. He was the catalyst for it to happen AND, here I am gazing at it all
just so the thought of the day is to be grateful.
I bow my head, on my knees, and thank God for this time and
place. I have so much to be thankful for and living in whatever the mere
existence of life you may call it, there is nothing to compare to what He is
giving as a gift, of sorts, other than being alive, balanced, and finding the
path I have so searched for many years.
And as time moves on, age sets in, the memories will never
be forgotten. He made sure of that. The path? I still go there and find my
balance with God and Nature. That is my gift, I so hope you find your path and
balance as well…Beyond Time
Oh, the trek was a long one. Many years, and many more
miles. I remember being so young when I started the path and now I feel well at
this age, everything around me has changed so much. It’s the spirit that
maintains the mental health I need, that deep-felt belief and faith that is the
catalyst for defying the wrongs and making the right choices to get to this
level of consciousness. I am way out of the city, the only place of my calling,
where the magic happens from many angelic thoughts and spiritual confinement to
my senses. There is no way out of the darkened way found inward from those
paths that I had to walk among evil’s so-called gifts.
Years had passed before making the crucial defying moment of
removing the dark, evil, touch upon my soul. It was either him or I and the
aftermath of the instant it happened was nearly less than a miracle. Every
possible strength I and my universe spirits (I call them that for they come
from outward the universal confides they only know to help me when needed, and
that was a lot back then) had depleted, removed from the spirit’s grasp around
my soul, I was nothing but flesh and barely a being. The moment it happened
when evil was defeated, there was one other than me in the quietness of the
surrounding area. He had it all, strength, power, and an army of Angels that would
make the Universe shake out of fear that the Creator could have made such an
entity. I was at His feet giving thanks for His existence and giving me the
strength to get through my demise. He only looked…
And then I awoke from my nap. Sitting on the edge of bed, I
kept telling myself it was a dream and the realism behind it is what dreams do,
bring the moments alive in your life. He was so real, so alive, I am near
normal now, back to being filled with strength and leaving the heaviness behind
in the past. I know though as I sit out here again, in the quiet, my spot just
for me, the moment may rise and receive the truth He will be here with me, all
that there is in a powerful gifted being. The trek beyond the moment evil met
its demise and returned to wherever it is evil lies, my wanderings were filled
with a lighted light of life. I had the gift and people knew from where it
came. I was blessed…
Although the time it took to get here seems short, as time
is, what if it is relevant and the distance is not what thought? Maybe it only
took a mere amount of time to accomplish my trek. Yet, I have aged, much, much
older than would have anticipated, so what in the sense of reality, how many
years did it get to be here, now, in my realm of things? The time is of no
consequence, the hours and days mean nothing, nighttime came and went, so what
is the truth to my existence at this moment? And did evil go to someplace
similar to mine, a contemplation peace of mind? That is a scary thought…
The space I sit in seems to be feeling a little different.
The air is thicker, and dusk is outstanding. Coloristic, for this time of day. I
feel someone is near, He has arrived and the truth of anything to do with time
is gone. There is no ticking clock or an abundance of hours ahead or behind me.
It is what it is. A moment, set aside for me, and His saying nothing is quite
okay with me. I still give thanks from within thought, He gives a nod, I should
have known His way is nothing like us beings here on this small planet, who
knows what lies out there in the universal of things? What is odd is that He
doesn’t look bored or in a rush, it's as if He is learning something and wants
to get as much out of it as possible. I am of no consequence to the moment that
is happening within His time frame. And it seems like time has stopped, there
is no feeling of going from day to night and back again, or having to rush this
instance of time, His time, just letting it go the way it wants. And it is
hours…
He speaks in thought how well I have come through the moment
evil was defeated. I nearly jumped straight up and stood before Him.
I thought, “I am thankful for your believing in me, and
giving what was needed for a task so difficult, I would have never believed I
could manage such a feat.”
He nods again and gives a smirky smile of gratification for
my part in the conversation. The physical ambiance of His being is somewhat out
of context with His powerful arms and body itself. You would think someone in
this complexity of life the image would be enormous, but the power and sense of
His mental strength is, I think for my sake, toned down a bit. Now I get the
feeling He is moving onward to wherever He needs to be or where something needs
His power and strength. I lay back down, close my eyes, and remove the moments
when time has stopped…
I slept for two days. Had no idea what time or day it was,
didn’t care, my life had changed. Even my physical self had a slight girth in
muscles that I never had before. The journey and the meeting of the Great
Spirit did something inward and took my spirit into the far reaches of my
being. Is this the feeling of winning, becoming different in mindset so the
world and everything out there is known to have changed? I do not think people
have a clue as to what happened within a mere small amount of time. The world
was saved and evil was of no truth to the meaning of destruction, its own,
beginning with the trek and ending with a journey. My mind is more complex, and
has more depth to life’s ways, living with a good and bad desire to accomplish
whatever He wants me to do. Have I gained a specialness surrounding my spirit?
Do others feel my presence differently? Well, my sense is for the good fighting
to keep evil from meandering too far within the confines of our souls. Again,
does this make me special, can I see and feel things differently than others? I
look older but do I feel wiser? Is the knowledge found throughout the journey’s
way bring truth and found wonderment only I know exists?
I am that I am, the spiritual touch from one to another
begins, and there is no end in sight for my life…
Spiritual Path
Well, the situation in our world is becoming an environment
of evil and endless negativity. We all need to step back and look outward for
some positive directives. When the world comes to a point of darkened ways of
life, there must be a Higher Power to turn to. He has the directives for our
spirit to grow and use these ways of life for good and positive usefulness.
Prayer has its way with our spiritual beliefs to gain an opened door for
positive directions to follow. Thus, the avenues of life found inside the world
we live in can be filled with common sense to stop evil. People need to pray
and use the feelings inside for faith that the world will turn out okay. Even
amongst the tragedies happening every day. Walk through your life and find the desired avenues where
the negative has no place in the spirit.
It can be found through meditation,
using meditation in many ways one needs to bring the world in a positive direction.
Once the mindset is fixed for a peaceful way of living, the roads lead to where
one can find lessons of truth for spiritual beliefs to grow and keep the
positive flowing outward through the world
At least we can hope for the best.
Keeping the faith is all one needs to remember. Don’t lose
perspective and believe negativity is the way of life. Look beyond the darkened
ways and seek the bright light of life. It is there just for our trusting the
Higher Power’s touch upon our spirits. Giving truths to follow, finding the
right way to be positive. It is not hard, just elusive enough to lose oneself
in the daily living ways. One day at a time, gaining what is needed to create
the wonderment of loving our way of bringing life within and being positive so
the road is less disruptive. Keeping the world in mind for the way to make it
right, at least in better shape than it is. Belief is difficult to obtain
because of being so negative all the time. It will come to you in abundance,
one just needs to have faith and a desired entrance with the Higher Power
giving the light of life He will bring
us what is set forth for our spiritual growth.
We need faith…
The Roads for Perseverance
As our life progresses down those many roads and avenues
that carry the lessons for us to understand and grow by, there are reasons
given for the difficulties and challenges as they are. Higher Power gives us
ways to be filled with perseverance and endurance to get through those
roads and avenues of difficulty. Why is it important for us to have that trek through
living ways? To become stronger in faith and belief. Using the spirit’s help
for the Higher Power gives us what is needed for our soul.
We meander through life wondering why we have so much pain
and discomfort. Those challenging days make life nearly unbearable to go
on. They are there for a reason. The truth behind those difficulties comes into
play when growing with faith and belief. Given the Higher Power’s way of
sending you a message that life is full of difficulties and growing to get
through them.
And so we move on through the many roads and avenues with a
better understanding of the difficulties. He is with us and gives us the
endurance to persevere in those trials to find the lessons on the paths of the
avenues.
Spiritual Touch
We have some connection to all spiritual surroundings among
us. There will be a feeling one gets if, near a book or someone who makes
spirituality a reality, you sense the connection. Something holds the two
dimensions together, or more if think that possible. Being near a pastor and
feeling the presence of The Lord encompassing the pastor's being. Everything
inward the spirit's way of thought is being given from the Lord. What about
handling a book and feeling comfortable while holding it and flipping through
the pages for some clarity on the spiritual and feeling the presence of The Lord encompassing the
pastor's being?
Everything inward the spirit's way of thought is being given
from the Lord. What about handling a book and feeling comfortable while holding
it and flipping through the pages for some clarity on the spiritual spirituality
breathes from your spirit's touch upon the soul, for the factor to the realism
there are connections from one essence to another, has everything to do with
faith in the truth found throughout the path you are looking for growth...
Hear His VoiceWe all have some problems in our lives. Good days and bad
times complicate living as wanted. Many suffer from health and mental
distractions. The spirit is there trying to take the truth for the mindset to
change. True to the spiritual direction needed to heal. The voice is there for
strength and healing. It is tough though because you want to feel better now. The
touch upon the soul from a Higher Power will come. We have to wait on His time
frame. He knows the way of your life and will do what is needed to give
strength for whatever comes down the road for your health to change.
Do you understand the way of love given to help from His
voice? No, we do have not the comprehension in our mindset to understand
anything the Higher Power allows us to feel and the direction of His ways. It
just comes and we have to accept it. That love is felt though. And the truth
the spirit understands is far more in-depth of our choices that soon come to
another degree of living. The spirit can help within our soul’s housing. Your
inner voices. That comes up in prayers and your ability to listen for something
felt far away, yet inside the way of spiritual belief.
Sounds complicated. But the spiritual direction is not as
easy to have as a mindset as would thought. Oh, it is there for your faith and
belief. The road of life has what is needed for who you are to become. It was
set as you were born. Choices are the key to how it is followed. So many make
wrong choices and life becomes so much harder. Some circumstances just happen
and living is much harder for them. Having faith in the Higher Power can give a
mindset of love and truth. Love for the soul and a felt feeling of love for
others make for a better mindset of life.
And on we go…hear His voice?
And The Spirit LearnsAround, around, the mind goes. Always looking for some
direction of the spirit. The voice is there and giving the direction needed for
the spirit, you are not listening. Go somewhere quiet and calm the mind to hear
the direction for the spirit to soothe the soul. Get rid of the main
distractions in your life. Computer, TV, phone, social media. And open the door
to what is good for the spirit. There are many avenues and roads behind the
door of life. Your door leads to many lessons which can be helpful in life.
Living with the spiritual direction needed for living the way you want, without
the enemy trying to give wrong mental stability.
The enemy is always knocking on your door, tricking you to
open and believe in a false prophecy. The main direction is found within the
roads and listening to the voice helps you to make the right choice. Always
choices. They can be difficult or easy but can be from what is heard inside of
your spirit. That choice is from the opened door of your life. The voice gives
the truth, always there, but waiting in the back room without giving the spirit
a choice for the soul’s calmness, it comes from the voice of a Higher Power.
So, the mind has come to a calm stop. Knowing the direction
needed by choices from the roads and many avenues teaches its truths. And the
road leads straight for the spirit to follow its living ways. Your Higher Power
has been there for you to follow and listen to. He is there for your direction
and loving ways. The enemy cannot pass to guide you in the wrong direction.
Words and Our Spirit
We have much to fix within our spirits. The reading of social
media, normal Media in our Society, and News Media on paper. They all bring
negativity and falsehoods. Our spiritual path is also being challenged. It is
very hard to get the real truths we look for in the printed media of our
society. They are there when reading. The spirit helps to bring the truth
through what you are reading. Words make their way, so you understand the truth
is being read. This happens all throughout the day's reading.
We as a society have many doors to walk through, following
the roads that present themselves. Those paths have a lot of lessons and understandings
to make your way as comfortable as possible. Thus the readings can get to the
spirit’s way of thought. Hard to believe these processes go as they should, the
Higher Power has control and it is His way for your spirit to follow. Truth
falls in place along the way…
Our spirits come with so many safeguards. Higher Power made
sure we have the lessons and truths for our spirits to become informed through
spiritual paths. There is always in the world of reading words, the written
ways do not have the right truths for one to follow. There needs to be some way
to bring the need to understand the words and whether the reading is right or wrong. The
spirit comes through with what you need. It is given what the mindset needs
from the Higher Power. And has still the words to understand what is read. If
that makes sense…
Read on, everything is covered through our spirit…
The Long Road to Spiritual Growth
Our life has many destinations for the spirit to grow by.
Giving our soul strength from the Higher Power. Now, getting the road and the
different avenues found are not so easy to understand, mostly, there are lessons
to be had. Spiritual growth is found on many of these paths. What does it take
to find the right lessons for our spiritual growth? An understanding of what
these paths do for us, for our spirit, and finally for our soul. One road at a
time.
The time it takes for spiritual growth may be short or very
long. The Higher Power has the keys to many doors, and He controls the outcome
of time, in His way, and you need to accept the outcome as it is. Spiritual
growth will be with you in time, and believing through faith helps as life
carries on. Growth for spiritual moments has a cost sometimes. Your soul may
take a rough patch of road, the lessons can have difficult times to hold onto.
Each time the path is taken something may be reached through each moment. The
truth of what you receive has many meanings. That is something found inside
your soul. The meaning from the roads with many lessons is up to time as He
wants and the delivery it takes for you to find the spiritual growth within
them.
One road at a time. Oh, each part of the paths found within
the roads has so much meaning and learning capabilities for the soul, and the
spirit as it is for help, the time it takes through the Higher Power may be not
so long. The limits of all those possibilities can be shortened by prayer and
faith. Growing as time moves on, through His time frame, the learning comes
through from the road you may be on for some reason, and your spirit takes the
growth of what spiritual lesson it presents. Your perception will be taken in stride
because the effect of the path along the road you’re on has different meanings
and lessons to be found. Just what are you learning from this? Patience, faith,
and belief, how to take each moment as He gives it to you, one lesson at a
time.
He gives you the path your spirit needs for growth, how?
Listening in meditation, reading the word, relaxing, and listening with your
mind, He will come through and give you direction for the spirit to begin its
journey for spiritual growth. He will not be speaking as of actually talking,
but in some way for understanding from the spirit. Listening will become a real
moment in some way and more often when relaxing or meditating, He comes for
your spirit in a whisper through the air or gifting you with His voice of the
night. Many lessons are brought to you through these roads, many doors open,
and spiritual growth comes through for you to grow by, spirit gains from the
lesson also.
The long road to spiritual growth is a journey for the
spirit. Perception is a must, just what you are getting from the lessons. Your
heartfelt belief and faith come through for your spirit to gain what it needs
for growth as you understand it to be. The soul is gaining what it believes is
the road and avenue to follow for growth. Learning these techniques takes time,
and understanding the words of thought and what they mean takes time. He will
give you what is needed for understanding and faith for the spirit to gain a
mindset of the truth of the heart. It is all relevant and many doors are opened
for lessons. And the road moves on down the path, one day at a time…
Our Journey to Find Spiritual Growth
With all that is going on in the world especially here
in our country. It is no wonder the spirit of our being has difficulty getting
the spiritual growth it needs. The roads and avenues with many paths of lessons
are not also getting through for our spirit to follow. But the spirit is strong
and will find its way along many of those paths. Spiritual growth comes with
challenges, and the trek along those roads could be difficult. The perception
of how life could be with the spiritual growth giving us the lessons along our
paths is a wonder of living in a well-lighted place with the Higher Power. He is
always in our spiritual inner-self, behind a door waiting to open when needed.
As the roads of spiritual growth come and go we get the
growth as the Higher Power opens doors for us to learn. He gives in His time
frame. The prayers are there for us to deem when the right moment arrives for
our spirit to get lessons one moment at a time, His way of time.
So, the difficult time does not come through as badly as it
possibly could. We are growing through spiritual growth and the trek is
becoming shorter than thought possible. Each path is coming to us with lessons
we use and the spirit is connecting to the spirit and us through our
inner-self, “spirit”. The Holy Spirit plays a big part in our growth. You or I
may not know this, but in time we find out He gives us the understanding of why
the Holy Spirit came to us with the paths needed for learning.
The Higher Power works in many ways to help with our onward
treks…
Moving The Spirit
So, I Keep Praying
I have fallen and cannot find my way,
It is dark and there is no way out,
because there is no light.
Why have you forsaken me,
I have done all you asked me to do.
Now alone, you are nowhere to be found.
So, the end seems near,
I have found my life was short,
but I will see you when all is said and done,
I have missed you,
I still love you, my darling,
I will come to you.
Now, I have some light.
I no longer need to fight,
for your love.
Thank you, Lord,
I have your light of life,
all I needed was to believe and have faith,
it is now clear you have been with me on my journey all the
time
I have found my way,
through love and hate,
how I love you so,
my darling, you are loved also,
for the journey is coming to an end,
I have you with me,
I have the Lord with me,
my road is filled with light, so my way is clear,
and I will persevere,
into the light I go,
now, it is here that I found my way,
it is there you are here,
love is the key.
And I have it all,
you are my destiny and grateful for my life,
hello and goodbye,
we are coming through it all, together,
I am now content and home in my heart,
together and insisting on holding up to the
challenge for life and faith.
Here I now lay and find my way,
loving all, and being loved is the way,
there is the journey’s end.
I now may sleep and be happy, together with
you and Him, for this I am grateful.
Humbled and love you, forever,
till there is no time left except when I am needed,
together we will not deny the dream we desire.
It is here and being in love,
that I will not fail,
found my way,
He has led the way,
for that I am final and complete,
time has no feat,
fate has not come,
for me,
so, I keep praying.
A Changed Moment
I am walking a path down into the forest. The day is nearly
perfect, the air is a little brisk but feels so good on my face. I can hear the
river ahead; it is a little ruff in the area I am close to. I know what I
am heading to. My spot, a wonderment of my sight which will behold something
that is a miracle, to me it is. I am coming into a slight clearing, not excessively
big, the surroundings are beautiful. The trees are whispering their song, and the
foliage is all colors of the rainbow. I slowly walk to my rock, perfect for
sitting on. I hope what I came to see is going to happen. It had only been once
before, and I was so awe-struck that all I could do was sit and look at an image
that I still had a tough time believing.
It is silent now, no birds singing, and the rustling of bushes
is even quieter. I know what is about to happen, she is coming. The
air is still a little brisk, but the sense of it brushing my face is not as I
felt on the way up here. The time is near, and then it happens.
She slowly manifests out of nothing, hovering a little, her
pure white gown is moving listlessly and is almost too bright to look upon. The
movement to me is ever so slight, she is only a few feet away and I am stunned
as usual. She is looking directly at me, with a little smile, we do not communicate
with words. Everything is in mind; her soft voice is so crisp and wonderful. She heard my prayers to see her one more time. Was thrilled to find
this wonderful area. Isn’t Mother Nature a wonderment in her own rights? I said
she is and what I was looking at in front of me is also beautiful. Oh, she goes
on about how nice that is. She explained that being here was something she
looked forward to because it was so wonderful looking at all the colors and
surrounding green trees.
I asked why she picked me to allow this miracle to happen.
She explained my pain when lost my daughter, and wife, at the same time. The
moment in my realm was so disturbing, that you seemed to give up. I knew what needed
to be done. Your wife and child are well within your understanding of what
heaven is called by mortals who have belief and faith in the Lord’s plain or a
place far-reaching the soul’s outer comprehension of His realm. I am at a
different level of life force. And when someone such as yourself loses all
perspective of wanting to move on in life, the darkness moves in to make your
faith and belief become nothing. No feelings, deep depression, all goodness is
lost amongst the darkness, you were well into a place of no return and might
move out of living altogether yourself.
I sat and thought of how bad I felt. I lost all perspective
of what living was about. She was right, the nights came without wanting to see
the next day. I missed them so much, it hurt. No sleep, drinking, not seeing
anybody for months. I slowly began to just barely exist. That is when I found
this path one day, I am sure she made it happen, she came out of nowhere and
explained to me about the darkness and how it took my thought process and changed
my life force for wanting to live. The faith and belief I had was gone. But she
began to make me understand where my wife and child were. How in their realm of the spiritual entity was still able to see how my life force was in trouble. We
came together and I used their faith and belief to fill your heart again with
love and knowing they were all right and did not have to stop being in the
darkness. I was a different person when came back home that day. I got all my
bottles of alcohol and threw them out. I got the pictures of his wife and child
and started to believe in life again. Even when they are not here with him,
they will be in his heart, and still madly in love with them. My world began to
change, everything was different. I got out, walked, and went to see friends,
got a wonderful job speaking to others who were lost such as me.
I read the bible, and pray more, have not gone to a church yet.
And love life throughout my spirit, that life force which is in all of us. We
just need to learn to tap into that inward touch upon the heart with God’s help
and the belief of having our lost loved ones, near and dear, to our spiritual
entity of this plain of life, our world as it is to us. We control the
decisions and bring within us the living without that dark mentality that will
destroy the path of what our destiny is put here for us to create and follow.
She was a miracle and made my living with reality I understood completely.
There was no wrong perspective, only the love of life and having faith in the
Lord again. He was always there, and I only needed to seek His life force, His
love for me, to begin the life I felt inward my spirit.
She slowly backed away, still hovering, my angel never had
to say anything as she became a whisp of fresh air on my face. I felt so
wonderful and alive. This was going to be the last of our time together, which
was fine, I understood what I needed to do and will conduct my mission of
giving people a place in the heart for loving life again. I began my walk home,
leaving this meadow of wonderment for the last time. Who knows, someone may
happen upon it such as I, and find their own miracle within the breeze of the
forest, brisk as it is, it still feels wonderful.
White Eagle's Gorge
Running through the forest will not be a problem. The path
is treacherous and up and down the mountain. Some spots are only a foot wide,
but this must be done to get to the gorge. White Eagle was prepared though for
the worst. He has run in the forest for many years, been on the same path he
will trek for the passage of the gorge. His father, the Chief, has shown him
what he must do to be considered a warrior, part of his path when it is time to
be Chief. This run today is partly on the trail he will be running tomorrow.
The rocks and pebbles are hurting his feet and throwing him out of balance. He
turned the path’s corner and immediately fell, rolling down the small incline.
White Eagle lay for some time. He needed to feel his body’s condition, checking
for broken bones, or twisted something. White Eagle got up and for a quick
thought decided to head back home but kept running the trail till stopping at
the spot he originally decided to stop and turn back.
When got back home White Eagle could see some scratches and
scrapes. His mother put some sab on them and shook her head. She knew what was
going to happen and she could do nothing to make it stop. Her role as a Native
American mother of the tribe was to encourage and support the decision to run
the path to the gorge. White Eagle knew that and discussed with his mother the
path and what would take to run such a dangerous path to the gorge. Nothing
else was said about him running. The day was here.
White Eagle began the path very early in the morning. He was
walking it at first then broke into a run. Parts of the beginning, where it
splits off the trail and becomes its pathway, rocks, and pebbles are difficult,
hurting his feet. Past that part of the trail, it begins to climb a little in
altitude, making it difficult to breathe for White Eagle. He has conditioned
himself to not let it bother him. He is running much faster now but soon will
have to slow down because of the foot-wide path before him. This will slow the
pace but not stop him from running toward the gorge. The next turn is coming up
and must be done right or he could slip and fall off the path. White Eagle
quickly made the turn and followed the path’s direction without incident. Soon
the gorge would be near. He can hear the water rushing across the rocks and
down the waterfall.
The trail now was getting
higher, more inclined with the path, White Eagle had to be sure of his footing,
the path was narrow and rocky, and nothing but heavy bushes were lining the
path. Each step made a little puff of dirt, a small cloud of dust. White Eagle
was getting tired. He picked up the pace, made the next two turns of the path,
and finally heard the water rushing through the gorge. Nearer the path’s end,
just before the jump was to be made, was a small hump, a little berm that could
mess everything up if not planted with the foot at the point of jumping. White
Eagle was running quicker now, the breeze on his face was a little damp, which
meant it was time to concentrate on what needed to be done, jump the gorge.
Another turn and it was time.
White Eagle started running as fast as he could, and the turn was
approached by White Eagle, the noise was deafening, and he could not stop. As
White Eagle came to the spot to jump, he planted his foot right at the edge of
the berm. He could feel himself rise into the air, but, his other foot tipped
the top of the berm, he was making a shorter ending to the jump. White Eagle
did not let that thought bother him. He positioned himself in the air and felt
as if flying like an Eagle. The other side of the path, where it begins, was
coming up fast and short. White Eagle knew this was going to happen and kept
his mind focused on the path only and the landing. White Eagle came up short,
fell about ten feet along the side of the gorge, and grabbed a small tree to
stop. He was bleeding, his head hurt, and looked down along the wall to the
gorge below. Then back up to the top.
He kept thinking of the climb up, it took nearly four hours
to make the climb and roll onto the path’s beginning from the other side of the
gorge. It was about noon now, and he needed to get back home. He wanted to tell his
father about the jump. What he didn’t know was his father watching him jump the
gorge and fall short of the edge. From a different place higher up on the
mountain. He was proud of White Eagle and told him when he talked to him at
home. White Eagle was ecstatic, and the tribe was going their praise also.
Soon, he was running back down the path and turning around where the path
ended. White Eagle felt good and glad he jumped the gorge. Now, he was a true
warrior, his people would look upon him differently. He thought of how his
being Chief one day would impact the tribe. He could see himself and become
stronger in spirit so his knowledge and wisdom will show through them, helping
and giving direction when needed. Almost a Shaman in a way but he was not that
special, he would make improvements with what he knew though. White Eagle
talked to his father many times about what happens when White Eagle becomes
Chief.
His father would look at White Eagle and smile. He knew how
special White Eagle was and would be a great Chief. White Eagle was running the
path today. Following the way it made its way through the forest, he became one
in thought. Allowing the Great Spirit to show his truth, White Eagle was then
at the edge of the gorge, he looked all over the valley and gave praise for the
Great Spirit to make him strong and full of wisdom. He stood there for a very
long time, listening to the water rush through the gorge and over the
waterfall. The one he jumped over…
The Old Woman and the Fairy
As the path begins to wind through the forest, a serene
moment seems to appear from nowhere. The movements are slow but methodical,
flowers and trees move about from a light wind, and the night begins to
approach to say, “I have arrived and all is well”. The surreal of the night is
becoming more prominent now and continues throughout the darkened hours. Soon,
the sunrise will be the beginning of the daylight hours, giving what is needed
for the path to show the winding it takes to the valley below. Moments of
surreality are still in the wind and movements of the foilage are waving for
their dance.
The path has come to the bottom of the valley, beginning
again with some more different winding and curves where the path shows cliffs
and dangerous ways. As trekking the path throughout the day it becomes less
dangerous and more filled with smooth passages as walking through the valley.
There again the serenity is back and stronger, more defined, giving the air a
quietness yet still making slow methodical movements of the foliage, and the
singing pine trees are making their song heard.
The end of the path is coming soon, ending at an old part of
the forest, nearly to the front door of an old cabin. There is rustling inside,
someone is doing something. There is calm in the forest. The flowers and such
are beginning to stop flowing with the wind, and night is approaching again. This
time it is coming fast and hours go by which seems minutes have passed. The
door opens and a fragile old woman steps out. She begins her walk down the path
and makes her way toward the water from the stream. She takes a bucket full and
goes back into the cabin. The air is crisp and moving ever so slowly. She opens
the door again and stands on the porch looking toward the stream, listening to
the forest speak at night. There is so much to say from all that meanders here
and there, or the nature sounds heard only at night.
Off in the distance, there is a bright flutter of wings seen
and heard, it is quick in movement and stops just a few inches from the old
woman. Fluttering in front of her and moving here and there, the fairy doesn’t
say anything but knows the old woman has something for her. When went down to
the stream she picked some special flowers found only in this forest. As if
just for the fairies to feast on. The old woman held out the flower and the
fairy immediately settled on it and started to eat little tidbits of the
flower. It was fascinating to watch the fairy perched upon the flower and
taking such specks of the flower to eat. She has been doing this for many
years. And knew when the fairies were close. It was that surreal feeling as
passing through the forest, those moments of noises heard at night, ever so
lightly, but they are there.
The fairy quickly fluttered itself by the face of the old
woman and lightly brushed its wings against the harsh skin of the woman. It was
its way of thanking her for the meal. The sun was beginning to come up for
another day. The fairy quickly and almost silently whisked its way through the
forest, to her special place of hiding and sleeping. The old woman turned and
went inside to do the same, sleep. The forest was busy with the sounds of
daylight. Nature’s way of saying she was alive and gave the forest whatever it
needed throughout the days, with flowers growing, greenery abounding, and life
moving on as planned, from day to day.
Redemption for Misleading Mindless Wandering
Occasionally, there are moments when the effort to move and
do something falls short of anything but writing. I need to improve my
photography, going out and about for shots that only I can make happen. My creativity
comes deep from within my spirit, making an image happen and working on it to
manipulate whatever I desire it to become. Words, making their way across the
image for some insight I thought of while being in a creative mood. I do that
every day through my writing, the website, and my Blog, I make the Written Way
happen. The Great Spirit comes for a visit on occasion, whispering to me to be
more spiritual and engage with the Higher Power more often.
I at one time let go of the Lord's hand on my shoulder. I was a miserable, very
angry man, my wife was the rock though, she knew the pain and discomfort would
change the demeanor of a person. I just stopped praying. One day though I got a
tap on my shoulder showing He did not leave me nor forsaken the pain I have. He
was there all the while making each day and into the night, a little less
painful. I needed to be patient, less hard on myself and my wife, and believe
in the direction He is taking me for some healing to begin...And it gets better
each day.
I don't get out as much and the camera gear is workable but for the last two
years nothing, but pain and discomfort harbored my days. It is getting better,
have to be on a spiritual run to get the moments and master my images like I do
with the Written Way. My creativity through words:
https://www.enchantedwordsessence.com
Path and Balance
Have you not ever been grateful? The path was a little
rough, sometimes it rose a few feet so it was harder to trek. The end game
though was to be at the top of this majestic mountain, overlooking the valleys
below and outward. My path is somewhat the same, there are ups and downs, and sometimes
it is extremely difficult to maintain a balance between spirit and the Higher Power.
The air is a little thinner, I have gone very high and it has been difficult at
times, but will not stop the journey. There is too much to be had spiritually. Now
and then stop and bow my head and listen, taking in the sounds only found here
at this moment, at this place also within the moment, together making living a
balance.
It is colder and a light wind is blowing making the
temperature drop a few degrees, but will not stop and follow this path before
me to the point where I have visioned it to be through dreams. The rocks are
bigger and the path is fading away becoming a hit-and-miss walk to the top of
the mountain. I am not worried, I know where I am going, and timely as it may
seem, the wonderment between spirit and the Higher Power’s touch set upon the
soul at the moment when reached the top, well, I will be very grateful. Oh, a
little sun, warmth, peaked its way through some clouds. They are surrounding my
path, the clouds, still, I know where the spot is, that piece of time standing
still just for me.
For some reason, it seems quieter than before. I am close,
there is no path to follow, around the rocks and through a small field of foliage,
and it is time. The belief in what I am looking at is nearly overtaking my
senses, tears have begun, the air fresh and so quiet even with the wind. But
looking out there, the valleys below and the wonderment of life is not as
seemed, sure, the moments have been hard. Yet, here I am having the view
piercing my soul with unmistakenly truth to His being alive and maintaining
this, all this land and water, from flower to flower, the growth for miles and
miles. He was the catalyst for it to happen AND, here I am gazing at it all
just so the thought of the day is to be grateful.
I bow my head, on my knees, and thank God for this time and
place. I have so much to be thankful for and living in whatever the mere
existence of life you may call it, there is nothing to compare to what He is
giving as a gift, of sorts, other than being alive, balanced, and finding the
path I have so searched for many years.
And as time moves on, age sets in, the memories will never
be forgotten. He made sure of that. The path? I still go there and find my
balance with God and Nature. That is my gift, I so hope you find your path and
balance as well…Beyond Time
Oh, the trek was a long one. Many years, and many more
miles. I remember being so young when I started the path and now I feel well at
this age, everything around me has changed so much. It’s the spirit that
maintains the mental health I need, that deep-felt belief and faith that is the
catalyst for defying the wrongs and making the right choices to get to this
level of consciousness. I am way out of the city, the only place of my calling,
where the magic happens from many angelic thoughts and spiritual confinement to
my senses. There is no way out of the darkened way found inward from those
paths that I had to walk among evil’s so-called gifts.
Years had passed before making the crucial defying moment of
removing the dark, evil, touch upon my soul. It was either him or I and the
aftermath of the instant it happened was nearly less than a miracle. Every
possible strength I and my universe spirits (I call them that for they come
from outward the universal confides they only know to help me when needed, and
that was a lot back then) had depleted, removed from the spirit’s grasp around
my soul, I was nothing but flesh and barely a being. The moment it happened
when evil was defeated, there was one other than me in the quietness of the
surrounding area. He had it all, strength, power, and an army of Angels that would
make the Universe shake out of fear that the Creator could have made such an
entity. I was at His feet giving thanks for His existence and giving me the
strength to get through my demise. He only looked…
And then I awoke from my nap. Sitting on the edge of bed, I
kept telling myself it was a dream and the realism behind it is what dreams do,
bring the moments alive in your life. He was so real, so alive, I am near
normal now, back to being filled with strength and leaving the heaviness behind
in the past. I know though as I sit out here again, in the quiet, my spot just
for me, the moment may rise and receive the truth He will be here with me, all
that there is in a powerful gifted being. The trek beyond the moment evil met
its demise and returned to wherever it is evil lies, my wanderings were filled
with a lighted light of life. I had the gift and people knew from where it
came. I was blessed…
Although the time it took to get here seems short, as time
is, what if it is relevant and the distance is not what thought? Maybe it only
took a mere amount of time to accomplish my trek. Yet, I have aged, much, much
older than would have anticipated, so what in the sense of reality, how many
years did it get to be here, now, in my realm of things? The time is of no
consequence, the hours and days mean nothing, nighttime came and went, so what
is the truth to my existence at this moment? And did evil go to someplace
similar to mine, a contemplation peace of mind? That is a scary thought…
The space I sit in seems to be feeling a little different.
The air is thicker, and dusk is outstanding. Coloristic, for this time of day. I
feel someone is near, He has arrived and the truth of anything to do with time
is gone. There is no ticking clock or an abundance of hours ahead or behind me.
It is what it is. A moment, set aside for me, and His saying nothing is quite
okay with me. I still give thanks from within thought, He gives a nod, I should
have known His way is nothing like us beings here on this small planet, who
knows what lies out there in the universal of things? What is odd is that He
doesn’t look bored or in a rush, it's as if He is learning something and wants
to get as much out of it as possible. I am of no consequence to the moment that
is happening within His time frame. And it seems like time has stopped, there
is no feeling of going from day to night and back again, or having to rush this
instance of time, His time, just letting it go the way it wants. And it is
hours…
He speaks in thought how well I have come through the moment
evil was defeated. I nearly jumped straight up and stood before Him.
I thought, “I am thankful for your believing in me, and
giving what was needed for a task so difficult, I would have never believed I
could manage such a feat.”
He nods again and gives a smirky smile of gratification for
my part in the conversation. The physical ambiance of His being is somewhat out
of context with His powerful arms and body itself. You would think someone in
this complexity of life the image would be enormous, but the power and sense of
His mental strength is, I think for my sake, toned down a bit. Now I get the
feeling He is moving onward to wherever He needs to be or where something needs
His power and strength. I lay back down, close my eyes, and remove the moments
when time has stopped…
I slept for two days. Had no idea what time or day it was,
didn’t care, my life had changed. Even my physical self had a slight girth in
muscles that I never had before. The journey and the meeting of the Great
Spirit did something inward and took my spirit into the far reaches of my
being. Is this the feeling of winning, becoming different in mindset so the
world and everything out there is known to have changed? I do not think people
have a clue as to what happened within a mere small amount of time. The world
was saved and evil was of no truth to the meaning of destruction, its own,
beginning with the trek and ending with a journey. My mind is more complex, and
has more depth to life’s ways, living with a good and bad desire to accomplish
whatever He wants me to do. Have I gained a specialness surrounding my spirit?
Do others feel my presence differently? Well, my sense is for the good fighting
to keep evil from meandering too far within the confines of our souls. Again,
does this make me special, can I see and feel things differently than others? I
look older but do I feel wiser? Is the knowledge found throughout the journey’s
way bring truth and found wonderment only I know exists?
I am that I am, the spiritual touch from one to another
begins, and there is no end in sight for my life…
Spiritual Path
So, I Keep Praying
I have fallen and cannot find my way,
It is dark and there is no way out,
because there is no light.
Why have you forsaken me,
I have done all you asked me to do.
Now alone, you are nowhere to be found.
So, the end seems near,
I have found my life was short,
but I will see you when all is said and done,
I have missed you,
I still love you, my darling,
I will come to you.
Now, I have some light.
I no longer need to fight,
for your love.
Thank you, Lord,
I have your light of life,
all I needed was to believe and have faith,
it is now clear you have been with me on my journey all the
time
I have found my way,
through love and hate,
how I love you so,
my darling, you are loved also,
for the journey is coming to an end,
I have you with me,
I have the Lord with me,
my road is filled with light, so my way is clear,
and I will persevere,
into the light I go,
now, it is here that I found my way,
it is there you are here,
love is the key.
And I have it all,
you are my destiny and grateful for my life,
hello and goodbye,
we are coming through it all, together,
I am now content and home in my heart,
together and insisting on holding up to the
challenge for life and faith.
Here I now lay and find my way,
loving all, and being loved is the way,
there is the journey’s end.
I now may sleep and be happy, together with
you and Him, for this I am grateful.
Humbled and love you, forever,
till there is no time left except when I am needed,
together we will not deny the dream we desire.
It is here and being in love,
that I will not fail,
found my way,
He has led the way,
for that I am final and complete,
time has no feat,
fate has not come,
for me,
so, I keep praying.
A Changed Moment
I am walking a path down into the forest. The day is nearly
perfect, the air is a little brisk but feels so good on my face. I can hear the
river ahead; it is a little ruff in the area I am close to. I know what I
am heading to. My spot, a wonderment of my sight which will behold something
that is a miracle, to me it is. I am coming into a slight clearing, not excessively
big, the surroundings are beautiful. The trees are whispering their song, and the
foliage is all colors of the rainbow. I slowly walk to my rock, perfect for
sitting on. I hope what I came to see is going to happen. It had only been once
before, and I was so awe-struck that all I could do was sit and look at an image
that I still had a tough time believing.
It is silent now, no birds singing, and the rustling of bushes
is even quieter. I know what is about to happen, she is coming. The
air is still a little brisk, but the sense of it brushing my face is not as I
felt on the way up here. The time is near, and then it happens.
She slowly manifests out of nothing, hovering a little, her
pure white gown is moving listlessly and is almost too bright to look upon. The
movement to me is ever so slight, she is only a few feet away and I am stunned
as usual. She is looking directly at me, with a little smile, we do not communicate
with words. Everything is in mind; her soft voice is so crisp and wonderful. She heard my prayers to see her one more time. Was thrilled to find
this wonderful area. Isn’t Mother Nature a wonderment in her own rights? I said
she is and what I was looking at in front of me is also beautiful. Oh, she goes
on about how nice that is. She explained that being here was something she
looked forward to because it was so wonderful looking at all the colors and
surrounding green trees.
I asked why she picked me to allow this miracle to happen.
She explained my pain when lost my daughter, and wife, at the same time. The
moment in my realm was so disturbing, that you seemed to give up. I knew what needed
to be done. Your wife and child are well within your understanding of what
heaven is called by mortals who have belief and faith in the Lord’s plain or a
place far-reaching the soul’s outer comprehension of His realm. I am at a
different level of life force. And when someone such as yourself loses all
perspective of wanting to move on in life, the darkness moves in to make your
faith and belief become nothing. No feelings, deep depression, all goodness is
lost amongst the darkness, you were well into a place of no return and might
move out of living altogether yourself.
I sat and thought of how bad I felt. I lost all perspective
of what living was about. She was right, the nights came without wanting to see
the next day. I missed them so much, it hurt. No sleep, drinking, not seeing
anybody for months. I slowly began to just barely exist. That is when I found
this path one day, I am sure she made it happen, she came out of nowhere and
explained to me about the darkness and how it took my thought process and changed
my life force for wanting to live. The faith and belief I had was gone. But she
began to make me understand where my wife and child were. How in their realm of the spiritual entity was still able to see how my life force was in trouble. We
came together and I used their faith and belief to fill your heart again with
love and knowing they were all right and did not have to stop being in the
darkness. I was a different person when came back home that day. I got all my
bottles of alcohol and threw them out. I got the pictures of his wife and child
and started to believe in life again. Even when they are not here with him,
they will be in his heart, and still madly in love with them. My world began to
change, everything was different. I got out, walked, and went to see friends,
got a wonderful job speaking to others who were lost such as me.
I read the bible, and pray more, have not gone to a church yet.
And love life throughout my spirit, that life force which is in all of us. We
just need to learn to tap into that inward touch upon the heart with God’s help
and the belief of having our lost loved ones, near and dear, to our spiritual
entity of this plain of life, our world as it is to us. We control the
decisions and bring within us the living without that dark mentality that will
destroy the path of what our destiny is put here for us to create and follow.
She was a miracle and made my living with reality I understood completely.
There was no wrong perspective, only the love of life and having faith in the
Lord again. He was always there, and I only needed to seek His life force, His
love for me, to begin the life I felt inward my spirit.
She slowly backed away, still hovering, my angel never had
to say anything as she became a whisp of fresh air on my face. I felt so
wonderful and alive. This was going to be the last of our time together, which
was fine, I understood what I needed to do and will conduct my mission of
giving people a place in the heart for loving life again. I began my walk home,
leaving this meadow of wonderment for the last time. Who knows, someone may
happen upon it such as I, and find their own miracle within the breeze of the
forest, brisk as it is, it still feels wonderful.
White Eagle's Gorge
Running through the forest will not be a problem. The path
is treacherous and up and down the mountain. Some spots are only a foot wide,
but this must be done to get to the gorge. White Eagle was prepared though for
the worst. He has run in the forest for many years, been on the same path he
will trek for the passage of the gorge. His father, the Chief, has shown him
what he must do to be considered a warrior, part of his path when it is time to
be Chief. This run today is partly on the trail he will be running tomorrow.
The rocks and pebbles are hurting his feet and throwing him out of balance. He
turned the path’s corner and immediately fell, rolling down the small incline.
White Eagle lay for some time. He needed to feel his body’s condition, checking
for broken bones, or twisted something. White Eagle got up and for a quick
thought decided to head back home but kept running the trail till stopping at
the spot he originally decided to stop and turn back.
When got back home White Eagle could see some scratches and
scrapes. His mother put some sab on them and shook her head. She knew what was
going to happen and she could do nothing to make it stop. Her role as a Native
American mother of the tribe was to encourage and support the decision to run
the path to the gorge. White Eagle knew that and discussed with his mother the
path and what would take to run such a dangerous path to the gorge. Nothing
else was said about him running. The day was here.
White Eagle began the path very early in the morning. He was
walking it at first then broke into a run. Parts of the beginning, where it
splits off the trail and becomes its pathway, rocks, and pebbles are difficult,
hurting his feet. Past that part of the trail, it begins to climb a little in
altitude, making it difficult to breathe for White Eagle. He has conditioned
himself to not let it bother him. He is running much faster now but soon will
have to slow down because of the foot-wide path before him. This will slow the
pace but not stop him from running toward the gorge. The next turn is coming up
and must be done right or he could slip and fall off the path. White Eagle
quickly made the turn and followed the path’s direction without incident. Soon
the gorge would be near. He can hear the water rushing across the rocks and
down the waterfall.
The trail now was getting
higher, more inclined with the path, White Eagle had to be sure of his footing,
the path was narrow and rocky, and nothing but heavy bushes were lining the
path. Each step made a little puff of dirt, a small cloud of dust. White Eagle
was getting tired. He picked up the pace, made the next two turns of the path,
and finally heard the water rushing through the gorge. Nearer the path’s end,
just before the jump was to be made, was a small hump, a little berm that could
mess everything up if not planted with the foot at the point of jumping. White
Eagle was running quicker now, the breeze on his face was a little damp, which
meant it was time to concentrate on what needed to be done, jump the gorge.
Another turn and it was time.
White Eagle started running as fast as he could, and the turn was
approached by White Eagle, the noise was deafening, and he could not stop. As
White Eagle came to the spot to jump, he planted his foot right at the edge of
the berm. He could feel himself rise into the air, but, his other foot tipped
the top of the berm, he was making a shorter ending to the jump. White Eagle
did not let that thought bother him. He positioned himself in the air and felt
as if flying like an Eagle. The other side of the path, where it begins, was
coming up fast and short. White Eagle knew this was going to happen and kept
his mind focused on the path only and the landing. White Eagle came up short,
fell about ten feet along the side of the gorge, and grabbed a small tree to
stop. He was bleeding, his head hurt, and looked down along the wall to the
gorge below. Then back up to the top.
He kept thinking of the climb up, it took nearly four hours
to make the climb and roll onto the path’s beginning from the other side of the
gorge. It was about noon now, and he needed to get back home. He wanted to tell his
father about the jump. What he didn’t know was his father watching him jump the
gorge and fall short of the edge. From a different place higher up on the
mountain. He was proud of White Eagle and told him when he talked to him at
home. White Eagle was ecstatic, and the tribe was going their praise also.
Soon, he was running back down the path and turning around where the path
ended. White Eagle felt good and glad he jumped the gorge. Now, he was a true
warrior, his people would look upon him differently. He thought of how his
being Chief one day would impact the tribe. He could see himself and become
stronger in spirit so his knowledge and wisdom will show through them, helping
and giving direction when needed. Almost a Shaman in a way but he was not that
special, he would make improvements with what he knew though. White Eagle
talked to his father many times about what happens when White Eagle becomes
Chief.
His father would look at White Eagle and smile. He knew how
special White Eagle was and would be a great Chief. White Eagle was running the
path today. Following the way it made its way through the forest, he became one
in thought. Allowing the Great Spirit to show his truth, White Eagle was then
at the edge of the gorge, he looked all over the valley and gave praise for the
Great Spirit to make him strong and full of wisdom. He stood there for a very
long time, listening to the water rush through the gorge and over the
waterfall. The one he jumped over…
The Old Woman and the Fairy
As the path begins to wind through the forest, a serene
moment seems to appear from nowhere. The movements are slow but methodical,
flowers and trees move about from a light wind, and the night begins to
approach to say, “I have arrived and all is well”. The surreal of the night is
becoming more prominent now and continues throughout the darkened hours. Soon,
the sunrise will be the beginning of the daylight hours, giving what is needed
for the path to show the winding it takes to the valley below. Moments of
surreality are still in the wind and movements of the foilage are waving for
their dance.
The path has come to the bottom of the valley, beginning
again with some more different winding and curves where the path shows cliffs
and dangerous ways. As trekking the path throughout the day it becomes less
dangerous and more filled with smooth passages as walking through the valley.
There again the serenity is back and stronger, more defined, giving the air a
quietness yet still making slow methodical movements of the foliage, and the
singing pine trees are making their song heard.
The end of the path is coming soon, ending at an old part of
the forest, nearly to the front door of an old cabin. There is rustling inside,
someone is doing something. There is calm in the forest. The flowers and such
are beginning to stop flowing with the wind, and night is approaching again. This
time it is coming fast and hours go by which seems minutes have passed. The
door opens and a fragile old woman steps out. She begins her walk down the path
and makes her way toward the water from the stream. She takes a bucket full and
goes back into the cabin. The air is crisp and moving ever so slowly. She opens
the door again and stands on the porch looking toward the stream, listening to
the forest speak at night. There is so much to say from all that meanders here
and there, or the nature sounds heard only at night.
Off in the distance, there is a bright flutter of wings seen
and heard, it is quick in movement and stops just a few inches from the old
woman. Fluttering in front of her and moving here and there, the fairy doesn’t
say anything but knows the old woman has something for her. When went down to
the stream she picked some special flowers found only in this forest. As if
just for the fairies to feast on. The old woman held out the flower and the
fairy immediately settled on it and started to eat little tidbits of the
flower. It was fascinating to watch the fairy perched upon the flower and
taking such specks of the flower to eat. She has been doing this for many
years. And knew when the fairies were close. It was that surreal feeling as
passing through the forest, those moments of noises heard at night, ever so
lightly, but they are there.
The fairy quickly fluttered itself by the face of the old
woman and lightly brushed its wings against the harsh skin of the woman. It was
its way of thanking her for the meal. The sun was beginning to come up for
another day. The fairy quickly and almost silently whisked its way through the
forest, to her special place of hiding and sleeping. The old woman turned and
went inside to do the same, sleep. The forest was busy with the sounds of
daylight. Nature’s way of saying she was alive and gave the forest whatever it
needed throughout the days, with flowers growing, greenery abounding, and life
moving on as planned, from day to day.
Redemption for Misleading Mindless Wandering
Occasionally, there are moments when the effort to move and
do something falls short of anything but writing. I need to improve my
photography, going out and about for shots that only I can make happen. My creativity
comes deep from within my spirit, making an image happen and working on it to
manipulate whatever I desire it to become. Words, making their way across the
image for some insight I thought of while being in a creative mood. I do that
every day through my writing, the website, and my Blog, I make the Written Way
happen. The Great Spirit comes for a visit on occasion, whispering to me to be
more spiritual and engage with the Higher Power more often.
I at one time let go of the Lord's hand on my shoulder. I was a miserable, very
angry man, my wife was the rock though, she knew the pain and discomfort would
change the demeanor of a person. I just stopped praying. One day though I got a
tap on my shoulder showing He did not leave me nor forsaken the pain I have. He
was there all the while making each day and into the night, a little less
painful. I needed to be patient, less hard on myself and my wife, and believe
in the direction He is taking me for some healing to begin...And it gets better
each day.
I don't get out as much and the camera gear is workable but for the last two
years nothing, but pain and discomfort harbored my days. It is getting better,
have to be on a spiritual run to get the moments and master my images like I do
with the Written Way. My creativity through words:
https://www.enchantedwordsessence.com
So, I Keep Praying
I have fallen and cannot find my way,
It is dark and there is no way out,
because there is no light.
Why have you forsaken me,
I have done all you asked me to do.
Now alone, you are nowhere to be found.
So, the end seems near,
I have found my life was short,
but I will see you when all is said and done,
I have missed you,
I still love you, my darling,
I will come to you.
Now, I have some light.
I no longer need to fight,
for your love.
Thank you, Lord,
I have your light of life,
all I needed was to believe and have faith,
it is now clear you have been with me on my journey all the
time
I have found my way,
through love and hate,
how I love you so,
my darling, you are loved also,
for the journey is coming to an end,
I have you with me,
I have the Lord with me,
my road is filled with light, so my way is clear,
and I will persevere,
into the light I go,
now, it is here that I found my way,
it is there you are here,
love is the key.
And I have it all,
you are my destiny and grateful for my life,
hello and goodbye,
we are coming through it all, together,
I am now content and home in my heart,
together and insisting on holding up to the
challenge for life and faith.
Here I now lay and find my way,
loving all, and being loved is the way,
there is the journey’s end.
I now may sleep and be happy, together with
you and Him, for this I am grateful.
Humbled and love you, forever,
till there is no time left except when I am needed,
together we will not deny the dream we desire.
It is here and being in love,
that I will not fail,
found my way,
He has led the way,
for that I am final and complete,
time has no feat,
fate has not come,
for me,
so, I keep praying.
A Changed Moment
I am walking a path down into the forest. The day is nearly
perfect, the air is a little brisk but feels so good on my face. I can hear the
river ahead; it is a little ruff in the area I am close to. I know what I
am heading to. My spot, a wonderment of my sight which will behold something
that is a miracle, to me it is. I am coming into a slight clearing, not excessively
big, the surroundings are beautiful. The trees are whispering their song, and the
foliage is all colors of the rainbow. I slowly walk to my rock, perfect for
sitting on. I hope what I came to see is going to happen. It had only been once
before, and I was so awe-struck that all I could do was sit and look at an image
that I still had a tough time believing.
It is silent now, no birds singing, and the rustling of bushes
is even quieter. I know what is about to happen, she is coming. The
air is still a little brisk, but the sense of it brushing my face is not as I
felt on the way up here. The time is near, and then it happens.
She slowly manifests out of nothing, hovering a little, her pure white gown is moving listlessly and is almost too bright to look upon. The movement to me is ever so slight, she is only a few feet away and I am stunned as usual. She is looking directly at me, with a little smile, we do not communicate with words. Everything is in mind; her soft voice is so crisp and wonderful. She heard my prayers to see her one more time. Was thrilled to find this wonderful area. Isn’t Mother Nature a wonderment in her own rights? I said she is and what I was looking at in front of me is also beautiful. Oh, she goes on about how nice that is. She explained that being here was something she looked forward to because it was so wonderful looking at all the colors and surrounding green trees.
I asked why she picked me to allow this miracle to happen. She explained my pain when lost my daughter, and wife, at the same time. The moment in my realm was so disturbing, that you seemed to give up. I knew what needed to be done. Your wife and child are well within your understanding of what heaven is called by mortals who have belief and faith in the Lord’s plain or a place far-reaching the soul’s outer comprehension of His realm. I am at a different level of life force. And when someone such as yourself loses all perspective of wanting to move on in life, the darkness moves in to make your faith and belief become nothing. No feelings, deep depression, all goodness is lost amongst the darkness, you were well into a place of no return and might move out of living altogether yourself.
I sat and thought of how bad I felt. I lost all perspective of what living was about. She was right, the nights came without wanting to see the next day. I missed them so much, it hurt. No sleep, drinking, not seeing anybody for months. I slowly began to just barely exist. That is when I found this path one day, I am sure she made it happen, she came out of nowhere and explained to me about the darkness and how it took my thought process and changed my life force for wanting to live. The faith and belief I had was gone. But she began to make me understand where my wife and child were. How in their realm of the spiritual entity was still able to see how my life force was in trouble. We came together and I used their faith and belief to fill your heart again with love and knowing they were all right and did not have to stop being in the darkness. I was a different person when came back home that day. I got all my bottles of alcohol and threw them out. I got the pictures of his wife and child and started to believe in life again. Even when they are not here with him, they will be in his heart, and still madly in love with them. My world began to change, everything was different. I got out, walked, and went to see friends, got a wonderful job speaking to others who were lost such as me.
I read the bible, and pray more, have not gone to a church yet. And love life throughout my spirit, that life force which is in all of us. We just need to learn to tap into that inward touch upon the heart with God’s help and the belief of having our lost loved ones, near and dear, to our spiritual entity of this plain of life, our world as it is to us. We control the decisions and bring within us the living without that dark mentality that will destroy the path of what our destiny is put here for us to create and follow. She was a miracle and made my living with reality I understood completely. There was no wrong perspective, only the love of life and having faith in the Lord again. He was always there, and I only needed to seek His life force, His love for me, to begin the life I felt inward my spirit.
She slowly backed away, still hovering, my angel never had to say anything as she became a whisp of fresh air on my face. I felt so wonderful and alive. This was going to be the last of our time together, which was fine, I understood what I needed to do and will conduct my mission of giving people a place in the heart for loving life again. I began my walk home, leaving this meadow of wonderment for the last time. Who knows, someone may happen upon it such as I, and find their own miracle within the breeze of the forest, brisk as it is, it still feels wonderful.
Running through the forest will not be a problem. The path is treacherous and up and down the mountain. Some spots are only a foot wide, but this must be done to get to the gorge. White Eagle was prepared though for the worst. He has run in the forest for many years, been on the same path he will trek for the passage of the gorge. His father, the Chief, has shown him what he must do to be considered a warrior, part of his path when it is time to be Chief. This run today is partly on the trail he will be running tomorrow. The rocks and pebbles are hurting his feet and throwing him out of balance. He turned the path’s corner and immediately fell, rolling down the small incline. White Eagle lay for some time. He needed to feel his body’s condition, checking for broken bones, or twisted something. White Eagle got up and for a quick thought decided to head back home but kept running the trail till stopping at the spot he originally decided to stop and turn back.
When got back home White Eagle could see some scratches and scrapes. His mother put some sab on them and shook her head. She knew what was going to happen and she could do nothing to make it stop. Her role as a Native American mother of the tribe was to encourage and support the decision to run the path to the gorge. White Eagle knew that and discussed with his mother the path and what would take to run such a dangerous path to the gorge. Nothing else was said about him running. The day was here.
White Eagle began the path very early in the morning. He was walking it at first then broke into a run. Parts of the beginning, where it splits off the trail and becomes its pathway, rocks, and pebbles are difficult, hurting his feet. Past that part of the trail, it begins to climb a little in altitude, making it difficult to breathe for White Eagle. He has conditioned himself to not let it bother him. He is running much faster now but soon will have to slow down because of the foot-wide path before him. This will slow the pace but not stop him from running toward the gorge. The next turn is coming up and must be done right or he could slip and fall off the path. White Eagle quickly made the turn and followed the path’s direction without incident. Soon the gorge would be near. He can hear the water rushing across the rocks and down the waterfall.
The trail now was getting higher, more inclined with the path, White Eagle had to be sure of his footing, the path was narrow and rocky, and nothing but heavy bushes were lining the path. Each step made a little puff of dirt, a small cloud of dust. White Eagle was getting tired. He picked up the pace, made the next two turns of the path, and finally heard the water rushing through the gorge. Nearer the path’s end, just before the jump was to be made, was a small hump, a little berm that could mess everything up if not planted with the foot at the point of jumping. White Eagle was running quicker now, the breeze on his face was a little damp, which meant it was time to concentrate on what needed to be done, jump the gorge. Another turn and it was time.
White Eagle started running as fast as he could, and the turn was approached by White Eagle, the noise was deafening, and he could not stop. As White Eagle came to the spot to jump, he planted his foot right at the edge of the berm. He could feel himself rise into the air, but, his other foot tipped the top of the berm, he was making a shorter ending to the jump. White Eagle did not let that thought bother him. He positioned himself in the air and felt as if flying like an Eagle. The other side of the path, where it begins, was coming up fast and short. White Eagle knew this was going to happen and kept his mind focused on the path only and the landing. White Eagle came up short, fell about ten feet along the side of the gorge, and grabbed a small tree to stop. He was bleeding, his head hurt, and looked down along the wall to the gorge below. Then back up to the top.
He kept thinking of the climb up, it took nearly four hours to make the climb and roll onto the path’s beginning from the other side of the gorge. It was about noon now, and he needed to get back home. He wanted to tell his father about the jump. What he didn’t know was his father watching him jump the gorge and fall short of the edge. From a different place higher up on the mountain. He was proud of White Eagle and told him when he talked to him at home. White Eagle was ecstatic, and the tribe was going their praise also. Soon, he was running back down the path and turning around where the path ended. White Eagle felt good and glad he jumped the gorge. Now, he was a true warrior, his people would look upon him differently. He thought of how his being Chief one day would impact the tribe. He could see himself and become stronger in spirit so his knowledge and wisdom will show through them, helping and giving direction when needed. Almost a Shaman in a way but he was not that special, he would make improvements with what he knew though. White Eagle talked to his father many times about what happens when White Eagle becomes Chief.
His father would look at White Eagle and smile. He knew how special White Eagle was and would be a great Chief. White Eagle was running the path today. Following the way it made its way through the forest, he became one in thought. Allowing the Great Spirit to show his truth, White Eagle was then at the edge of the gorge, he looked all over the valley and gave praise for the Great Spirit to make him strong and full of wisdom. He stood there for a very long time, listening to the water rush through the gorge and over the waterfall. The one he jumped over…
As the path begins to wind through the forest, a serene moment seems to appear from nowhere. The movements are slow but methodical, flowers and trees move about from a light wind, and the night begins to approach to say, “I have arrived and all is well”. The surreal of the night is becoming more prominent now and continues throughout the darkened hours. Soon, the sunrise will be the beginning of the daylight hours, giving what is needed for the path to show the winding it takes to the valley below. Moments of surreality are still in the wind and movements of the foilage are waving for their dance.
The path has come to the bottom of the valley, beginning
again with some more different winding and curves where the path shows cliffs
and dangerous ways. As trekking the path throughout the day it becomes less
dangerous and more filled with smooth passages as walking through the valley.
There again the serenity is back and stronger, more defined, giving the air a
quietness yet still making slow methodical movements of the foliage, and the
singing pine trees are making their song heard.
The end of the path is coming soon, ending at an old part of
the forest, nearly to the front door of an old cabin. There is rustling inside,
someone is doing something. There is calm in the forest. The flowers and such
are beginning to stop flowing with the wind, and night is approaching again. This
time it is coming fast and hours go by which seems minutes have passed. The
door opens and a fragile old woman steps out. She begins her walk down the path
and makes her way toward the water from the stream. She takes a bucket full and
goes back into the cabin. The air is crisp and moving ever so slowly. She opens
the door again and stands on the porch looking toward the stream, listening to
the forest speak at night. There is so much to say from all that meanders here
and there, or the nature sounds heard only at night.
Off in the distance, there is a bright flutter of wings seen
and heard, it is quick in movement and stops just a few inches from the old
woman. Fluttering in front of her and moving here and there, the fairy doesn’t
say anything but knows the old woman has something for her. When went down to
the stream she picked some special flowers found only in this forest. As if
just for the fairies to feast on. The old woman held out the flower and the
fairy immediately settled on it and started to eat little tidbits of the
flower. It was fascinating to watch the fairy perched upon the flower and
taking such specks of the flower to eat. She has been doing this for many
years. And knew when the fairies were close. It was that surreal feeling as
passing through the forest, those moments of noises heard at night, ever so
lightly, but they are there.
The fairy quickly fluttered itself by the face of the old
woman and lightly brushed its wings against the harsh skin of the woman. It was
its way of thanking her for the meal. The sun was beginning to come up for
another day. The fairy quickly and almost silently whisked its way through the
forest, to her special place of hiding and sleeping. The old woman turned and
went inside to do the same, sleep. The forest was busy with the sounds of
daylight. Nature’s way of saying she was alive and gave the forest whatever it
needed throughout the days, with flowers growing, greenery abounding, and life
moving on as planned, from day to day.
I at one time let go of the Lord's hand on my shoulder. I was a miserable, very angry man, my wife was the rock though, she knew the pain and discomfort would change the demeanor of a person. I just stopped praying. One day though I got a tap on my shoulder showing He did not leave me nor forsaken the pain I have. He was there all the while making each day and into the night, a little less painful. I needed to be patient, less hard on myself and my wife, and believe in the direction He is taking me for some healing to begin...And it gets better each day.
I don't get out as much and the camera gear is workable but for the last two years nothing, but pain and discomfort harbored my days. It is getting better, have to be on a spiritual run to get the moments and master my images like I do with the Written Way. My creativity through words:
Have you not ever been grateful? The path was a little rough, sometimes it rose a few feet so it was harder to trek. The end game though was to be at the top of this majestic mountain, overlooking the valleys below and outward. My path is somewhat the same, there are ups and downs, and sometimes it is extremely difficult to maintain a balance between spirit and the Higher Power. The air is a little thinner, I have gone very high and it has been difficult at times, but will not stop the journey. There is too much to be had spiritually. Now and then stop and bow my head and listen, taking in the sounds only found here at this moment, at this place also within the moment, together making living a balance.
It is colder and a light wind is blowing making the temperature drop a few degrees, but will not stop and follow this path before me to the point where I have visioned it to be through dreams. The rocks are bigger and the path is fading away becoming a hit-and-miss walk to the top of the mountain. I am not worried, I know where I am going, and timely as it may seem, the wonderment between spirit and the Higher Power’s touch set upon the soul at the moment when reached the top, well, I will be very grateful. Oh, a little sun, warmth, peaked its way through some clouds. They are surrounding my path, the clouds, still, I know where the spot is, that piece of time standing still just for me.
For some reason, it seems quieter than before. I am close, there is no path to follow, around the rocks and through a small field of foliage, and it is time. The belief in what I am looking at is nearly overtaking my senses, tears have begun, the air fresh and so quiet even with the wind. But looking out there, the valleys below and the wonderment of life is not as seemed, sure, the moments have been hard. Yet, here I am having the view piercing my soul with unmistakenly truth to His being alive and maintaining this, all this land and water, from flower to flower, the growth for miles and miles. He was the catalyst for it to happen AND, here I am gazing at it all just so the thought of the day is to be grateful.
I bow my head, on my knees, and thank God for this time and place. I have so much to be thankful for and living in whatever the mere existence of life you may call it, there is nothing to compare to what He is giving as a gift, of sorts, other than being alive, balanced, and finding the path I have so searched for many years.
And as time moves on, age sets in, the memories will never be forgotten. He made sure of that. The path? I still go there and find my balance with God and Nature. That is my gift, I so hope you find your path and balance as well…
Oh, the trek was a long one. Many years, and many more
miles. I remember being so young when I started the path and now I feel well at
this age, everything around me has changed so much. It’s the spirit that
maintains the mental health I need, that deep-felt belief and faith that is the
catalyst for defying the wrongs and making the right choices to get to this
level of consciousness. I am way out of the city, the only place of my calling,
where the magic happens from many angelic thoughts and spiritual confinement to
my senses. There is no way out of the darkened way found inward from those
paths that I had to walk among evil’s so-called gifts.
Years had passed before making the crucial defying moment of
removing the dark, evil, touch upon my soul. It was either him or I and the
aftermath of the instant it happened was nearly less than a miracle. Every
possible strength I and my universe spirits (I call them that for they come
from outward the universal confides they only know to help me when needed, and
that was a lot back then) had depleted, removed from the spirit’s grasp around
my soul, I was nothing but flesh and barely a being. The moment it happened
when evil was defeated, there was one other than me in the quietness of the
surrounding area. He had it all, strength, power, and an army of Angels that would
make the Universe shake out of fear that the Creator could have made such an
entity. I was at His feet giving thanks for His existence and giving me the
strength to get through my demise. He only looked…
And then I awoke from my nap. Sitting on the edge of bed, I
kept telling myself it was a dream and the realism behind it is what dreams do,
bring the moments alive in your life. He was so real, so alive, I am near
normal now, back to being filled with strength and leaving the heaviness behind
in the past. I know though as I sit out here again, in the quiet, my spot just
for me, the moment may rise and receive the truth He will be here with me, all
that there is in a powerful gifted being. The trek beyond the moment evil met
its demise and returned to wherever it is evil lies, my wanderings were filled
with a lighted light of life. I had the gift and people knew from where it
came. I was blessed…
Although the time it took to get here seems short, as time
is, what if it is relevant and the distance is not what thought? Maybe it only
took a mere amount of time to accomplish my trek. Yet, I have aged, much, much
older than would have anticipated, so what in the sense of reality, how many
years did it get to be here, now, in my realm of things? The time is of no
consequence, the hours and days mean nothing, nighttime came and went, so what
is the truth to my existence at this moment? And did evil go to someplace
similar to mine, a contemplation peace of mind? That is a scary thought…
The space I sit in seems to be feeling a little different.
The air is thicker, and dusk is outstanding. Coloristic, for this time of day. I
feel someone is near, He has arrived and the truth of anything to do with time
is gone. There is no ticking clock or an abundance of hours ahead or behind me.
It is what it is. A moment, set aside for me, and His saying nothing is quite
okay with me. I still give thanks from within thought, He gives a nod, I should
have known His way is nothing like us beings here on this small planet, who
knows what lies out there in the universal of things? What is odd is that He
doesn’t look bored or in a rush, it's as if He is learning something and wants
to get as much out of it as possible. I am of no consequence to the moment that
is happening within His time frame. And it seems like time has stopped, there
is no feeling of going from day to night and back again, or having to rush this
instance of time, His time, just letting it go the way it wants. And it is
hours…
He speaks in thought how well I have come through the moment
evil was defeated. I nearly jumped straight up and stood before Him.
I thought, “I am thankful for your believing in me, and
giving what was needed for a task so difficult, I would have never believed I
could manage such a feat.”
He nods again and gives a smirky smile of gratification for
my part in the conversation. The physical ambiance of His being is somewhat out
of context with His powerful arms and body itself. You would think someone in
this complexity of life the image would be enormous, but the power and sense of
His mental strength is, I think for my sake, toned down a bit. Now I get the
feeling He is moving onward to wherever He needs to be or where something needs
His power and strength. I lay back down, close my eyes, and remove the moments
when time has stopped…
I slept for two days. Had no idea what time or day it was,
didn’t care, my life had changed. Even my physical self had a slight girth in
muscles that I never had before. The journey and the meeting of the Great
Spirit did something inward and took my spirit into the far reaches of my
being. Is this the feeling of winning, becoming different in mindset so the
world and everything out there is known to have changed? I do not think people
have a clue as to what happened within a mere small amount of time. The world
was saved and evil was of no truth to the meaning of destruction, its own,
beginning with the trek and ending with a journey. My mind is more complex, and
has more depth to life’s ways, living with a good and bad desire to accomplish
whatever He wants me to do. Have I gained a specialness surrounding my spirit?
Do others feel my presence differently? Well, my sense is for the good fighting
to keep evil from meandering too far within the confines of our souls. Again,
does this make me special, can I see and feel things differently than others? I
look older but do I feel wiser? Is the knowledge found throughout the journey’s
way bring truth and found wonderment only I know exists?
I am that I am, the spiritual touch from one to another
begins, and there is no end in sight for my life…
Well, the situation in our world is becoming an environment
of evil and endless negativity. We all need to step back and look outward for
some positive directives. When the world comes to a point of darkened ways of
life, there must be a Higher Power to turn to. He has the directives for our
spirit to grow and use these ways of life for good and positive usefulness.
Prayer has its way with our spiritual beliefs to gain an opened door for
positive directions to follow. Thus, the avenues of life found inside the world
we live in can be filled with common sense to stop evil. People need to pray
and use the feelings inside for faith that the world will turn out okay. Even
amongst the tragedies happening every day. Walk through your life and find the desired avenues where
the negative has no place in the spirit.
It can be found through meditation,
using meditation in many ways one needs to bring the world in a positive direction.
Once the mindset is fixed for a peaceful way of living, the roads lead to where
one can find lessons of truth for spiritual beliefs to grow and keep the
positive flowing outward through the world
At least we can hope for the best.
Keeping the faith is all one needs to remember. Don’t lose
perspective and believe negativity is the way of life. Look beyond the darkened
ways and seek the bright light of life. It is there just for our trusting the
Higher Power’s touch upon our spirits. Giving truths to follow, finding the
right way to be positive. It is not hard, just elusive enough to lose oneself
in the daily living ways. One day at a time, gaining what is needed to create
the wonderment of loving our way of bringing life within and being positive so
the road is less disruptive. Keeping the world in mind for the way to make it
right, at least in better shape than it is. Belief is difficult to obtain
because of being so negative all the time. It will come to you in abundance,
one just needs to have faith and a desired entrance with the Higher Power
giving the light of life He will bring
us what is set forth for our spiritual growth.
We need faith…
The Roads for Perseverance
As our life progresses down those many roads and avenues that carry the lessons for us to understand and grow by, there are reasons given for the difficulties and challenges as they are. Higher Power gives us ways to be filled with perseverance and endurance to get through those roads and avenues of difficulty. Why is it important for us to have that trek through living ways? To become stronger in faith and belief. Using the spirit’s help for the Higher Power gives us what is needed for our soul.
And so we move on through the many roads and avenues with a better understanding of the difficulties. He is with us and gives us the endurance to persevere in those trials to find the lessons on the paths of the avenues.
Spiritual Touch
We have some connection to all spiritual surroundings among us. There will be a feeling one gets if, near a book or someone who makes spirituality a reality, you sense the connection. Something holds the two dimensions together, or more if think that possible. Being near a pastor and feeling the presence of The Lord encompassing the pastor's being. Everything inward the spirit's way of thought is being given from the Lord. What about handling a book and feeling comfortable while holding it and flipping through the pages for some clarity on the spiritual and feeling the presence of The Lord encompassing the pastor's being?
Everything inward the spirit's way of thought is being given from the Lord. What about handling a book and feeling comfortable while holding it and flipping through the pages for some clarity on the spiritual spirituality breathes from your spirit's touch upon the soul, for the factor to the realism there are connections from one essence to another, has everything to do with faith in the truth found throughout the path you are looking for growth...
We all have some problems in our lives. Good days and bad
times complicate living as wanted. Many suffer from health and mental
distractions. The spirit is there trying to take the truth for the mindset to
change. True to the spiritual direction needed to heal. The voice is there for
strength and healing. It is tough though because you want to feel better now. The
touch upon the soul from a Higher Power will come. We have to wait on His time
frame. He knows the way of your life and will do what is needed to give
strength for whatever comes down the road for your health to change.
Do you understand the way of love given to help from His
voice? No, we do have not the comprehension in our mindset to understand
anything the Higher Power allows us to feel and the direction of His ways. It
just comes and we have to accept it. That love is felt though. And the truth
the spirit understands is far more in-depth of our choices that soon come to
another degree of living. The spirit can help within our soul’s housing. Your
inner voices. That comes up in prayers and your ability to listen for something
felt far away, yet inside the way of spiritual belief.
Sounds complicated. But the spiritual direction is not as
easy to have as a mindset as would thought. Oh, it is there for your faith and
belief. The road of life has what is needed for who you are to become. It was
set as you were born. Choices are the key to how it is followed. So many make
wrong choices and life becomes so much harder. Some circumstances just happen
and living is much harder for them. Having faith in the Higher Power can give a
mindset of love and truth. Love for the soul and a felt feeling of love for
others make for a better mindset of life.
And on we go…hear His voice?
Around, around, the mind goes. Always looking for some
direction of the spirit. The voice is there and giving the direction needed for
the spirit, you are not listening. Go somewhere quiet and calm the mind to hear
the direction for the spirit to soothe the soul. Get rid of the main
distractions in your life. Computer, TV, phone, social media. And open the door
to what is good for the spirit. There are many avenues and roads behind the
door of life. Your door leads to many lessons which can be helpful in life.
Living with the spiritual direction needed for living the way you want, without
the enemy trying to give wrong mental stability.
Words and Our Spirit
We have much to fix within our spirits. The reading of social media, normal Media in our Society, and News Media on paper. They all bring negativity and falsehoods. Our spiritual path is also being challenged. It is very hard to get the real truths we look for in the printed media of our society. They are there when reading. The spirit helps to bring the truth through what you are reading. Words make their way, so you understand the truth is being read. This happens all throughout the day's reading.
We as a society have many doors to walk through, following the roads that present themselves. Those paths have a lot of lessons and understandings to make your way as comfortable as possible. Thus the readings can get to the spirit’s way of thought. Hard to believe these processes go as they should, the Higher Power has control and it is His way for your spirit to follow. Truth falls in place along the way…
Our spirits come with so many safeguards. Higher Power made sure we have the lessons and truths for our spirits to become informed through spiritual paths. There is always in the world of reading words, the written ways do not have the right truths for one to follow. There needs to be some way to bring the need to understand the words and whether the reading is right or wrong. The spirit comes through with what you need. It is given what the mindset needs from the Higher Power. And has still the words to understand what is read. If that makes sense…
Read on, everything is covered through our spirit…
The Long Road to Spiritual Growth
Our life has many destinations for the spirit to grow by.
Giving our soul strength from the Higher Power. Now, getting the road and the
different avenues found are not so easy to understand, mostly, there are lessons
to be had. Spiritual growth is found on many of these paths. What does it take
to find the right lessons for our spiritual growth? An understanding of what
these paths do for us, for our spirit, and finally for our soul. One road at a
time.
Our Journey to Find Spiritual Growth
With all that is going on in the world especially here
in our country. It is no wonder the spirit of our being has difficulty getting
the spiritual growth it needs. The roads and avenues with many paths of lessons
are not also getting through for our spirit to follow. But the spirit is strong
and will find its way along many of those paths. Spiritual growth comes with
challenges, and the trek along those roads could be difficult. The perception
of how life could be with the spiritual growth giving us the lessons along our
paths is a wonder of living in a well-lighted place with the Higher Power. He is
always in our spiritual inner-self, behind a door waiting to open when needed.
As the roads of spiritual growth come and go we get the
growth as the Higher Power opens doors for us to learn. He gives in His time
frame. The prayers are there for us to deem when the right moment arrives for
our spirit to get lessons one moment at a time, His way of time.
So, the difficult time does not come through as badly as it
possibly could. We are growing through spiritual growth and the trek is
becoming shorter than thought possible. Each path is coming to us with lessons
we use and the spirit is connecting to the spirit and us through our
inner-self, “spirit”. The Holy Spirit plays a big part in our growth. You or I
may not know this, but in time we find out He gives us the understanding of why
the Holy Spirit came to us with the paths needed for learning.
The Higher Power works in many ways to help with our onward
treks…
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