Daily Bliss – August 3


The Angels remind us that under our feelings of being tired, overwhelmed, and unworthy, there is a deep, clear pool of nourishment and strength, which we can return to anytime we need it.  Visualize the cool, dark water, the way it cradles and releases all the feelings and beliefs that no longer serve. Float in the safety and protection of the well inside. 

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A Warrior for Your Own Heart

Diving

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
www.aspiritledlife.org

Release

Masonic initiation well

This discomfort you feel
It isn’t real
You put it on yourself

You see these chains that bind you
And you hold the key
Forgotten in the heart of all your pain

Dig deep into the well of your existence
The essence and depth of who you are
There is where you find the purity, the light
The release that you seek

Al l of you, pure and purposeful,
Resides within

©SpiritLed 2016

Baptism by Soul Water

Well and water

The well never runs dry
You just dig a little deeper
Down below the stories
And the stalemates
At the core of it all

The water runs clear and fresh
Cleans away all impurities
Renews and regenerates
All the places you forget exist

Baptism by soul water
That’s what it is
The cleanest you’ll ever be

©SpiritLed 2015

Trespasser

The well was cool and nourishing
and deep, but years ago
in an act of courage and
defiance, you moved the heavy
stone across the opening, allowed
the thorny branches to grow over
and around it, so that no one
could disturb your tomb, or drink
its healing waters, and you turned
your back, confident that the thorns
would do their job to keep the trespassers
out, but what you could not see in your
rage and self-hatred, was that the thorns
and brambles  shadowed you in your
exile,  shrouded you in your attempt to be
invisible, shrunk at your valiant effort
to fight them back, grew thicker and
stronger, shielding you from the world
of your creation, until that day when
the thorns pressed deep into your
flesh and you finally tasted the sting
in the back of your throat, and it was then
that you knew the only respite left was to
return to source, and there in that ancient
place, you tore back the branches and
brambles, bleeding and broken, but it was
too late to care, and you uncovered the patient
stone,  waiting for your return, and there
as you wildly plunged yourself into the waters,
as if returning to your mother’s womb,
there you realized that the thorns you fled had grown
out from the belly of your pain, and that you,
you are the trespasser, bathing in your own
well of salvation

©SpiritLed 2014