Peace and Love is Best

 I've had to learn this.  A baby is born with it.  But it's life that teaches this.  Once acquired it is not forgotten.  It's a matter of choosing to keep it.  Love casts out fear.  The problem as I see it is that there isn't enough of it.  Maybe I could do more if I were more out and and about, but I'm not seeking to change the world.  I can't.  By quiet meditation I seek to change lives and they will in turn change others.  I don't care how.  There are so many ways.

But I never see time wasted on Peace and Love.  It never is if that is a goal, because no Peace is perfect and no Love is totally pure.  Yet a goal like this is never perfectly achieved, but I do my part.  Why?  Because I can.  I never see time wasted.  If I felt I was wasting time, happiness is elusive at best.  But I get a sense of satisfaction by not wasting time.  I see at as an obligation to my Spirit Guides.  

If all I've said is nothing but lies, first of all, I don't believe I'd exist today.  And if I did exist I'd most likely be rather a mess of a life.  I AM proof in all I've said.  Otherwise I have no proof.  But then I'm not out to save anyone.  Unless it's to prevent harm either to oneself or others.  But even then I do wha I am able to do.  

I'm a firm believer in life and Peace and Love are best.  In Buddhism there is what is called a Third Eye.  I have one but for most of my life I never knew what it was.  I am an empath and I can feel people.  Too many people causes me too much stress as do changes in my life.  I haven't worked on developing my Third Eye as some have, but I can kind of see with feelings.  I have a kind of sixth sense about people and places.  

It might be better to call it a sixth sense than a Third Eye, but I understand Buddhism when it is discussed.  I can hear voices but not like a schizophrenic hears voices.  I know the difference between my thoughts and when God is speaking.  I've been doing this since my experience.  It keeps me connected to heaven.  I will sometimes do things that has no explanation for doing.  I might be very wealthy otherwise, but listening keeps me pure in my thinking.

I certainly don't want to explain any of this to a mental health professional because I can't.  I can't explain it here.  But when I am quiet, as I often am, I'm listening.  I'm listening while I smoke a pipe.  I can carry on conversations in my head, but I'm not able to explain this.  Much of what I do has no explanation except to say it's the Sporit Guides.  Writung allows me to express these thoughts.  Otherwise I'm pretty quiet except when I'm disturbed.  Then I need time to calm down so I can listen.  

So, I'm calmest with a pipe.  I learned this years ago and my pipe helps me remember the things I can't forget or dont want to forget.  Today it is m Peterson Irish Harp pipey with the last of Summer Night Aromatic tobacco.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.

Dave

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