The Angels remind us that our dreams are the poetry of the soul, written in the words of the heart, spoken with the love of the divine.
A Warrior for Your Own Heart
The well’s dried up
Its water a mere trickle,
A puddle,
Muddy and unmoving
And a voice whispers,
“You must seek another source.
You’re plugging the wellspring
With your own self-doubts
And the muddied energy of the world.
No wonder you have no flow”
You must dive in headfirst
Without fear or delay,
Find where the water ceases to fill you any longer,
No matter the time or breath it takes.
Your drowning in the process
Won’t be in vain
For you will rise up stronger,
More divine than ever before.
Dive in to rock bottom,
Seek your source,
Re-emerge a warrior for your own heart”
©SpiritLed 2016
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Daily Bliss – November 27
The angels want you to know that we are all blessed. Each and every one of us. In the light of the Divine, we all shine.
Hand of the Divine
The pain you feel is real
And oh so terrifying
Sometimes it feels you can’t escape
But I’m here to tell you
That healing is also real
If you let your heart and mind be open
In this moment, take my hand
I can lead you to still waters that gently soothe you
But you must choose to drink
You are held so dear
And yet, you always have the freedom
To choose your path into eternity
You will return there eventually
And hold the hand of the divine,
Your journey there is always your choice
©SpiritLed 2015
Awakening Man
I rarely post external content, but I ran across this today & it moved me so much. I know Russell Brand is a comedian and often known for crazy antics. But there’s nothing crazy about what he’s saying here. These are the same messages, the same experiences, that I’ve been having for the last several years. I hope others are moved and inspired as well. There is more to this life than just the human experience. When you find the divine within, a whole new world opens up. <3
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tV6O4c3wSyc]
The Time Will Come
It rained more on my beach vacation this summer than normal. I’m always drawn to dramatic weather, and the ocean as well, so I suppose the combination of the two worked together to create an unusual synergy in me during this particular thunderstorm. I stood in the beach house kitchen, the rain pouring on the other side of the windows, literally feeling pulled outdoors. By the time I reached the front porch, the rain had mostly stopped, but I lingered for a bit, enjoying the fresh smell of rain and ocean air in the dark. I often don’t understand how everyone isn’t pulled in this way….
The Time Will Come
The rhythm of the summer rain
Draws me out to participate
While others take refuge inside
And I wonder “How can everyone not feel the pull?”
As the drums beat their pulse, I feel it in my bones
My essence is alive
And I wonder how the tourists view it only as an event,
Not an awakening
How does everyone seem to go through life as a spectator,
When to me, each event Is a deeper experience
Of the Divine?
In part, I’m jealous
For it seems simpler to just exist
But then my soul just won’t let me exist
Only on the surface
The stakes are too high
And I wonder how thunder does not instill awe
In all who experience it.
Is it too commonplace,
Or have we lost our sense of connection?
For when I see the lightening flash
And hear the pouring rain
My heart skips a beat,
And I know we’re experiencing
The deepest sense of communication,
Yet only a few can hear
So I drink my wine
And I listen to the sounds of TV inside
And I know the time will come.
It will come.
©SpiritLed 2015
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