Be The Light

Be The Light

Facebook brought me this

from their Share A Memory feature.

It is from December 3rd, 2015.

I thought all I was sharing

was the quote and image.

Since all that was all that displayed

in the Share A Memory box.

I was pleasantly surprised

by what I wrote back then.

It comes as a reminder

that it just may be more relevant

in these times of social distancing

and quarantines than it was then.

Here it is:

 

I sat with and an excellent read the other day.

Then during a discussion,

I was told to do nearly the same thing.

Spirit is always sending us messages.

If we but still ourselves enough

to recognize its presence.

You may be thinking now:

How am I to be the light?

Well, what resonated with me

from that book was this statement.

When you want to connect to Source,

whatever your name for it is.

Imagine a column of light

from your heart to Source.

I envision this beautiful

golden glowing umbilical cord

soaring into the heavens.

There it connects to the Source

of the infinite,

the unconditional love of the universe.

To the infinite, unconditional love

of All That Is.

The other thing?

Envision yourself standing there

with whoever you want to help.

Hold this vision

of both of your souls

standing there in front of you.

Holding hands with one another

face to face.

Envision this golden beam of love energy

moving energetically

back and forth between your souls.

Communicating whatever

it is you want to.

Be it healing, love,

or just to support them on a soul level.

I did that sitting

in church last Sunday.

I knew of two people

who required healing energy.

I sat there and held the connection

to infinite unconditional love.

I saw this golden heart sized

umbilical cord of divine connection

going from my heart to the heavens.

I also saw two streams

of that golden energy

connecting to my friends.

Joining them at their heart level.

Beaming in compassion,

love, and healing power.

It was like a visual

silent prayer for them.

Try being the light.

I know you'll love this new way

to pray for others.

 

All My Love Always, Keith

A Thanksgiving Gift

A Thanksgiving Gift

 

A dear friend Sandy,

shares daily messages she gets during meditation

through automatic writing from her team.

https://youarelovenow.com/2020/11/29/who-you-are-2/

Today the message "Who You Are"

prompted me to share this reply I made

to her and her team with all of you.

 

"You are always aligned with love.

Your human perceptions may beg to differ..."

I had a shift in perceptions on Thanksgiving eve.

With all the covid concerns,

we kept scaling back plans.

Laura cooked pumpkin pies.

We decided to deliver them

to my son and daughter's family's that evening.

 

As we drove to my daughter's family's house,

I began to think of Jane E.,

the wife I lost 10 years ago,

just over two months before Thanksgiving that year.

As I sunk into a funk about it,

I thought how sad it was

to not be with us,

to not experience her grandchildren.

 

My thought was,

"How many have you missed now?"

Instantly, this awareness arose

as she responded emphatically with,

"Not a one!"

 

At that moment,

I knew it was her

with a special Thanksgiving gift this year.

Reminding me,

"you are always aligned with love!"

 

All My Love Always, Keith

 

Ten

Ten

Jane E. September 16, 2020,

hard to believe this is your tenth Angelversary.

I think back to the song

I was led to in the early days,

“To Where You Are” by Josh Groban.

So many times, I would listen to that one.

“Fly me up to where you are

beyond the distant star

I wish upon tonight to see you smile.”

I sat there early yesterday morning,

sipping coffee and thinking of you.

Remembering this day

from ten years ago

and all the other days we had,

I went looking to be led again.

This time to quotes, I found these:

“I believe that tears can heal,

that memories can comfort,

and Love lives on forever.”

I kept digging and was led to this one too

by Joanne Fink:

“Those who once touched your life in love

will live in your heart forever.”

 

I started my day.

Off to the dentist for a cleaning

and rushing back to be home

when my friend Duane

was to work on our air conditioner.

I called him as I left the dentist,

and he was already on the way.

 I got home and cleared away the access

to the malfunctioning air conditioner.

Then I wandered into the front yard

to wait for Duane to show up.

There in the early morning sun

was the hibiscus my daughter Erin gave us.

We planted two of them

a couple of years ago.

Jane E. you brought

hibiscus from New York.

You lovingly took a piece

of the same hibiscus

to grow in every place we lived in.

Erin has kept up that tradition

and gave Alex and me

some for our yards.

I remember lamenting to Erin

just weeks ago

how ours were not fairing that well

with all the summer heat

and weeks of dry weather.

So as I wandered

up the hill,

I noticed the pink blooms

on the hibiscus.

I saw how many there were.

Fifteen blooms.

How the bees were delighted

to find so much pollen to harvest.

I moved in to photograph the scene

to catch the bees at work.

I angled for another picture

and waited for a more precise shot.

Just as I took it, the bee lifted off.

 As I went to review the photos I took

to my amazement, there was the bee.

Covered in pollen hanging in the air!

 

Yes, Jane E. “To Where You Are”

seeing through the eyes of love,

always around if we can only still

our humanness long enough

to become aware of your

everlasting presence in our lives.

You brought a big smile

to my face yesterday.

And yes, I believe you flew me up

to where you are to see you smile

so you could see my smile in return.

Another verse from that song comes to mind:

“and isn’t faith believing

All power can’t be seen.”

And as I end this yes,

I believe in the unseen power of love,

I believe that tears can heal,

that memories can comfort,

and love lives on forever.

I believe

those who once touched your life in love

will live on in your heart forever.

The song ends with this:

“I know you’re there

a breath away’s

not far to where you are.”

All My Love Always, Keith

Father's Day Comes Early

Father's Day Comes Early

I've been looking to reunite with an old read that I used daily

in the early times of my awakening.

One I've always cherished,

one that introduced me to a new way of being.

One that led me to anchor myself

in that new way of being

by reading one chapter every day

as a contemplative way to start my day.

A daily contemplation that stretched

into months and then into well over a year

of dedicated daily reflections.

Of dedicated attempts at trying to live its wisdom.

As I felt drawn to it once again last week,

I went hunting for it.

To no avail in the random book stashes,

I have all over the house.  I couldn't find it.

As Laura and I sat this morning

starting our day in Spiritual contemplation once again,

she mentioned one of her dear reads

she's gone back to recently.

Living With Joy but Sanaya Roman.

How she used it to set her meditation intention

on being love yesterday.

I mentioned how I had looked

for one of my favorites the other day.

She asked what it was. I responded:

"Change Your Thoughts Change Your Life by Wayne Dyer."

His interpretation of the

nearly 3,000 year old Spiritual verses

called The Tao Te Ching.

Wink, our dog, had already settled in on my lap

for her early morning nap.

So Laura said, "let me look."

She found it almost immediately and handed it to me.

I noticed a rather fat bookmark.

It was a card, a Father's Day card from my son.

It was a gift from beyond this day.

A connection from the son who left

this realm on January 15th, 2020.

A reminder of what we meant to each other,

how this book I bought over nine years ago

had moved me in a new direction.

A reminder of how Spirit weaves messages

into your life all the time.

I looked at the pages where the card sat as a bookmark.

A passage I had marked read:

"Without fail, she reveals her presence,

without fail, she reveals our own perfection."

Then as I opened and read the birthday card,

my skin became awash with goosebumps.

The card read: Because you mean so much.

I hope you know, especially today,

how wonderful you are

and how very much you're loved.

Happy Father's Day. Then Jason wrote: "Dad - Wishing you a great one!

Looking forward to celebrating your B-Day & meeting, Laura. Love, - Jason."

So it was evident that it had to be for Father's Day June 21st of 2012.

I was still contemplating the wisdom of the Tao daily back then,

as I had been for over a year.

I flipped back a couple of pages to find the verse.

The Sixth verse of the Tao Te Ching begins with

"The Spirit that never dies..."

and ends with

"Although it is invisible, it endures; it will never end."

Jason's presence, his Spirit speaks to me with these words today,

and for that, I am ever so grateful.

He speaks to me, letting me know once again

that love never dies, just like his mother has.

His mother led me into my Spiritual awakening,

started me on this journey.

A truth sign I've become acquainted with

again washes over my body,

my skin is awash with truth shivers.

May you recognize Spirit when it comes calling,

may you realize how Loved you are.

May you learn how Spirit uniquely nudges you

to a deeper understanding.

Oh my, as I mentioned this to my wife,

those opening and closing lines.

I was sitting there overwhelmed

with the messages within all this.

My eyes filled with tears,

my body shaking with the magnitude of this love,

this connection with Jason, my son.

Movement catches my eye, out the window

just to the left of my dear wife.

A Robin lands on a wire.

The Robin is a sign Jason has been sending me

since he entered hospice last December.

I can't even write these words

without being covered in truth shivers,

God bumps whatever name you like to call them, everywhere.

It is as if he put a cherry on top of the dessert,

a chocolate fudge sundae of signs, that he sent this morning.

The card was the ice cream,

the marked passage the chocolate fudge,

the opening and closing lines of the sixth verse the whipped cream.

The deepening recognition that came

as I shared all of these events with my wife.

Indeed the Robin that landed on the wire as I spoke to her.

That was the cherry on top

of this profound awareness of his presence today.

My how confoundingly unique our experience as a human is.

I would have never dreamed of experiencing

a death in the way I have these past few months.

To even read an account like this would have been unlikely.

To live the experiences of it

would have been considered impossible.

To experience this myself pure folly.

How one's life can change.

Jane's transition led me

to delve into my Spirituality in depth.

My son Jason leads me to explore

even deeper those early contacts

that encouraged me "to share."

Another read from those tentative explorations

as I walked through his mother's grief

nearly ten years ago left me with this mantra.

Keep an open mind,

watch for signs,

for there are no coincidences.

That is my hope, my wish, my prayer for all of you too.

All My Love Always, Keith

Jason's Robin

Jason’s Robin

This morning I saw a FB post

about the robin as a sign

for a lost loved one for someone else.

She mentioned how grateful she was.

It has led me to share my recent experiences.

I Googled the Spiritual significance

of robin's and found this:

In short, the spiritual meaning

of a robin includes transformation, growth,

renewal, passion, change, and power.

The robin is all about perseverance

and trying to "keep on keeping on."

The robin can teach you

how to focus and trust yourself better.

Robins have a passion,

and this can be a sign spiritually.

My response to the FB post was this:

I love this;

my oldest son transitioned

on January 15th this year

after a nearly two year

battle with brain cancer.

I saw robins

even before his transition.

He was in hospice care

those final few weeks

he was with us.

I knew it was a sign from him

as he danced between realms

in his last days in this one.

He knew very well

the great love I have for birds.

How I lovingly I tend

to their feeders all year long.

He knew I had asked him

about his favorite bird

during the last visit

I had with him.

Is it any wonder

robins are symbols

of change and transformation?

Not to me now.

Now, I consider it a sign

from my son of his transformation

and the change

in the way he communicates with me.

I've lost count of how many times

I've thought of him

only to look up just seconds

or minutes later

and see a robin

looking back at me

from our porch railing.

Head cocked and eyeing me

as if to say,

"Yeah, it's me!"

He loved to photobomb people

as they took pictures.

Now he's found a new way

to photobomb my awareness

of his continuing presence in my life.

Now when I see him,

I say there's Jason's Robin!

Yes, the perseverance

to keep on keeping on

reminding me of his presence

in my life.

For that, I am grateful too!

All My Love Always, Keith

Philip John

Philip John

April 2^nd, 1987

Today I honor the son

I never got to know.

Philip John Noyes,

his birthdate and angel date,

is the same April 2, 1987.

Philip was stillborn;

he would have been

33 years old today.

Philip,

we lovingly anticipated

your birth.

We were excitedly

telling your two siblings

about your pending arrival.

We made plans for you

and prepared a room for you.

We dreamed of how our lives

would change with you in it.

Given a name you were.

But you only blessed us

with the nine months

you were in the womb.

Oh, how we grieved

losing you so soon.

Oh, how we wished

we could have held you

and played with you,

how we wanted to see

who you would become.

We only got to keep you

in our arms

just once;

to say goodbye,

to wonder why.

Jane, your mom,

left to be with you

nearly ten years ago,

having never resolved 

the enormous grief

of losing you.

It took

my grieving your mom

to finally come

to a closure

of losing you.

My views

about life, love, and death

are dramatically different now.

Your mother's transition

brought me to a 

spiritually

transformative

experience;

that STE

radically altered

my concept of reality.

A shift in perception

that led me on a journey

into my spiritual nature

that is still going on today.

That is ever-evolving

into a deeper understanding

of my spiritualness.

It eventually led me

to heal from your

sudden and

unexpected transition

from this thing

we humans call life.

Lost to me, you no longer are,

you exist in another realm;

one of unconditional love and light.

My continuing spiritual journey

and the medium Suzanne Giesemann

helped bring me

to that understanding

when she brought both you

and your mom through

in a reading.

Yes, Philip,

I still and will forever

miss sharing your physical presence.

I will forever miss

seeing you and experiencing you

growing into a young man.

But I know

your energetic presence

is forever with me.

I know my

loving thoughts and words

are received by you.

In the world of Love and Light,

where you and your mom are

all is energy, all is known.

And for that,

I am grateful

for the journey I have been on.

I am thankful you led me

to ask the question of why?

And I am pleased

that I finally took up the challenge

to dig into the why of it.

I love you,

Philip,

always will,

Dad.