Channeling

August 31

CHANNELING

It’s a full feeling to be a channel.  Only an empty feeling when it’s blocked at the base of my spine and God can’t go to my head.  The river flows through me and my banks will hold.  Excuses dam me up and leave a dry and lifeless basin, with tributaries taxed for usefulness.  Staying in the groove conveys my Higher Power’s will without need of my furrowed brow.  A hose with no water running is a place for spiders to spin.  If I shut off to service, I am a breeding ground for creeping sadness and shocking misery.  Compliance allows me the view of flowing strength and rushing joy, the greatest of which is living with intent.

Repeat until you chant.

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Shadow of Doubt

The long dark cast covers my face,

my thoughts…….. my life;

it is the light blocked by my skepticism.

To tear down the obstruction

means a profound change of my internal architecture;

walls will have to be knocked down, windows installed.

The poor mouthed structure

takes better to the steamroller than I wish it would.

I fear the loss of my hideout,

panic at the thought of a life in the sun.

Skepticism builds a paper world;

opaque, weak yet frightening to tear apart.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Hang On or Dance

August 21

Hang on or Dance

Because I felt ‘outcomes’ slipping through my fingertips I dug in with my nails, I schemed, plotted, worried, whined.  Lack of power was my problem I thought, but what it came down to was, failure to acknowledge… accept… failure to surrender to the reality of powerlessness.  The only thing I learned from resistance was an intimate knowledge of futility.  When I embraced truth… the facts…when I live with the gravity of masses not fight against it; I began to enjoy the weather, knowing I did not pull the clouds or push the storm.  I’m back in the dance of people moving about me, all in keeping with the time, it is not mine to keep.

Befriend science

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CHANNELING

It’s a full feeling to be a channel.

Only an empty feeling when it’s blocked

At the base of my spine

And God can’t go to my head.

The river flows through me and my banks will hold

Excuses dam me up

And leave a dry and lifeless basin

With tributaries taxed for uselessness.

Staying in the groove conveys my Higher Powers will

Without need of my furrowed brow.

A hose with no water running

Is a place for spiders to spin.

If I shut off the service I am a breeding ground

For creeping sadness and shocking misery

Compliance allow me the view

Of flowing strength and rushing joy

The greatest of which is living with intent.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Channeling

August 31

CHANNELING

It’s a full feeling to be a channel.  Only an empty feeling when it’s blocked at the base of my spine and God can’t go to my head.  The river flows through me and my banks will hold.  Excuses dam me up and leave a dry and lifeless basin, with tributaries taxed for usefulness.  Staying in the groove conveys my Higher Power’s will without need of my furrowed brow.  A hose with no water running is a place for spiders to spin.  If I shut off to service, I am a breeding ground for creeping sadness and shocking misery.  Compliance allows me the view of flowing strength and rushing joy, the greatest of which is living with intent.

Repeat until you chant.

*

Shadow of Doubt

The long dark cast covers my face,

my thoughts…….. my life;

it is the light blocked by my skepticism.

To tear down the obstruction

means a profound change of my internal architecture;

walls will have to be knocked down, windows installed.

The poor mouthed structure

takes better to the steamroller than I wish it would.

I fear the loss of my hideout,

panic at the thought of a life in the sun.

Skepticism builds a paper world;

opaque, weak yet frightening to tear apart.

Channeling

August 31

CHANNELING


It’s a full feeling to be a channel. Only an empty feeling when it’s blocked at the base of my spine and God can’t go to my head. The river flows through me and my banks will hold. Excuses dam me up and leave a dry and lifeless basin, with tributaries taxed for usefulness. Staying in the groove conveys my Higher Power’s will without need of my furrowed brow. A hose with no water running is a place for spiders to spin. If I shut off to service, I am a breeding ground for creeping sadness and shocking misery. Compliance allows me the view of flowing strength and rushing joy, the greatest of which is living with intent.


Repeat until you chant.