Tag Archive | many different perspectives

New Story

Life Conjuring

Money is as available as all the air
I can breathe. I do like breathing it in and out.
It is fun to imagine a lot of money
Flowing to me. I daydream of it blissfully.
In my space of creating there’s no room for doubt.
What I think about money I do so with care.

I’m the creator of my own reality.
I see how my feeling about money affects
How much comes to me. I’m happy to understand
That, with practice, I’ll be able to take command
Of my attitude. I become one who expects
Many magnificent things to happen to me.

I can tell by the way I’m feeling whether I
Am focused on abundance or on its absence.
Confident I am that in time I will align
My thinking with abundance. I will do just fine.
Money has to flow into my experience
If I’m ready to have it. Some laws do apply.

It’s not necessary for me to understand
Other people’s perspectives. I find alignment
In my own thoughts and feelings about abundance.
I am one who is able to fully finance
My desire by expecting the wanted event
To evolve. My New Story is as I have planned.

Are The Dead Still In Heaven?

Beyond Earth's Illusions

Are the dead still in heaven? Or do they return
To this earth or one like it or one alien
To this one altogether? Do they become bored
After eons of blissfully praising our Lord?
Are they crazy enough to go through this again?
Does this place for them generate cause for concern?

I know I’ll go to heaven despite my bad deeds.
One hellish life review I will have to go through
Until I find the pathway to God’s loving light.
Am I here to discover what is wrong from right?
Or am I to be guided in all that I do?
Sometimes I’m caught up in the spiritual weeds.

The nonphysical part of me projected here
In this physical body experiences
That which causes expansion in the here and now
But also through eternity. I can allow
My ongoing becoming. My life commences
When I see death as nothing so dark and austere.

Born again I am each time that I realize
That my life is eternal. I never lose sight
Of the sense of my being me no matter where
Or when I am occurring. This life is a prayer
Of thanksgiving and mercy. I remain contrite
Until this lesser part of me finally dies.