Unless it breathes Unless it emanates love Unless it carries the soul of Eternal Light Unless it sees the infinite It isn't Real. ©️A. Garden, April 2019
From my notebook ~ how to discern the Real
Tag: seeing
Only love is real
Only love is real Don't believe your eyes Don't believe your touch Don't believe your ears Don't believe any thought Only love is real. ©️A. Garden, March 2019 https://youtu.be/1nVr1Zja6is https://youtu.be/9W6R5Cs3-8w
Perception Correction
What exactly do I see? I see a certain variety of light. Anything else? No. That’s all. What exactly do I hear? I hear a certain variety of sound. Anything else? No. That’s all. What exactly do I feel? I feel a certain variety of peaceful joy? Anything else? No. That’s all. ©️A. Garden, February … Continue reading Perception Correction
“To be” has no opposite ~ Universal Being Is
Here and now In the gap apparently empty of serenity Full with the pure light of universal geometry “To be” has no opposite. Perfection of creation is. Awake in consciousness of spiritual seeing Or asleep, caught in oniric tentacles of the two worlds, Oscillating between nightmare and fantasy, Universal Being is. Never made Never un-made … Continue reading “To be” has no opposite ~ Universal Being Is
Angels Prayer
May angels be seen May their voices be heard May my mind obey May veils between worlds dissolve May angels teach me to walk slowly to sit calmly to see clearly what is to speak gently of what I see to create real beauty to live each moment embraced by angel’s love. ©️A. Garden, October … Continue reading Angels Prayer
Lorna Byrne, the lady who from infancy sees angels in great detail
Seeing with imagination
Life Loving therapy starts with (re)discovery of perception
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A return to innocence. The seeing.
A return to innocence. The exquisite place. Where attention reigns. The kind of starry eyed attention, not too sharp, not too soft. Sincere. The spontaneous kind of attention, like the breeze of the sea, invigoratingly refreshed by every blink of the eye. Space itself drowns in that joyous naiveté. The pure simple innocent looking. … Continue reading A return to innocence. The seeing.
Angel’s Bride
A poem by ... me Angel’s Bride One blessed day of silence I opened the door to my angel. One blessed day of silence I left the world behind, I walked through that door. One blessed day My eyes could see, My ears could hear, My mind could hold A world above and beyond … Continue reading Angel’s Bride
