Remembering Fire

The Elixir Of Meditation
The Path Maker Divine

Meditation allows me to go into the gaps in my thinking and escape into the wildness, the energy that is God love, our pure energy, and connection to source.

Source of all is available to us at any time.  It is what fuels us at all times.  It just takes uncovering to see this truth; to remember.

To get here I pay attention to my breath until I can recognize myself as the witness witnessing my thoughts.  Then, I see an entranceway into a gap.  I have to be in a state of unconditional love which starts the remembering; starting the remembering fire.

To do this, I consciously choose to love myself in the places where I see judgement.  This judgment zone is marked by a feelings of low-grade worry; unsettled.

I push through those pockets of unsettling unrest where I had been grasping from the unexplored things in myself.  When I find these pockets and find what my unrest is about, I choose to forgive myself.  I am not temporary.  I am forever.  So, I know to forgiving myself is essential.  I come into a softening inside myself and I let go.  I continue in my intention to keep softening, keep understanding, keep listening, to keep loving with my conscious attention.

By this point in my meditation I am able to feel myself as a precious being, who I’ve been since before this lifetime.  I feel compassion for myself for the road I’ve traveled.

From here I am able to decide to re-visit the issues later that are in my worry pockets.  I trust myself and relax in the power.  I submit.  I finally find surrendering desirable to be within.

My system sends a resounding agreement by giving me a let down elixir similar to a mother’s milk being sucked out by new life.  It feels good.  I land into a space where it’s easier to remain as the witness.

From here I can go into those gaps into places of wonderment.  It was here all along underneath our perception of “everything”.

We have the power and the choice to cut through all that we perceive ourselves to be.  We break through worries and concerns in this place.  This is where we came from.  And, is where we still are, and will always be.

Going here everyday, even for a few minutes, sets me in a place where I am more aligned with what is best for me.  It’s a daily refuge, and a resetting.

The intention, will, and action it takes to travel into my soul’s basis energy is the remembering fire.  The fire of the will to lead to fuller connection, fuller conscious memory, fuller knowledge of who I am is most precious.

The times when I’ve lost this connection were when I allowed the poisons of the earth (other’s negative energy, bad food, alcohol, fear) to rule over me.  We can practice either way- toward closing or toward opening.  Bad foods lead to layers of coverage over the truth.  Healthy eating for long term health opens the truth.

If we practice keeping clean with healthy foods and substances for our bodies, we will develop a bigger pathway for regular opening up to our inner divinity.  When we make this our habit, other routes will not make sense to our system because our system feels at home, feels whole, when we are consciously taking care of it. It’s as if there’s a sign that says “The Doctor Is In” on the doorway to our system.  It feels taken care of, and like it can let loose.  And, it does.  This is self trust in meditative action.

If we practice allowing trash to enter our system until we are drunken with odd energy regularly, a bigger pathway for this will be made in our system.  And, from here it’s hard to trust that the healthier path is best.  We are too covered over, and too buried in the distress of illusions, and false truths to see very clearly.  So we will most likely remain in distress.  Here is where the mind goes back and forth through revolving reactionary thoughts of things from the current outside world, outside the self.  Our focus here tends to remain here.  And, with great endurance and creativity we think about the things we are worried about.  Our brains main job is to problem solve.  It does it’s job well.  It does this job all the time if we let it.

When we are in distress, all we trust is the distress for the most part.  The only way to break into it is to take at least a sliver of consciousness and put it into action by intention to sit in love within ourselves.  This is very challenging when most of the system is in distressing progress.

But even just a sliver of love, of intention to love and forgive oneself is the remembering fire.  It starts.  Then, it burns through more layers than we can perceive.  Yes, it goes to work for us beyond our comprehension.

By the grace of the divine, of you, of your remembering fire, you save you!

You save yourself each time you try.

Try, try, try.  Oh…may we try!🙏

In the most distressing of distressful feelings, we do have the capacity to enter into ourselves a sliver of the fire.  Here an opening occurs.  And, you are free again in the gaps of truth.

I have seen this happen even when the human mind has become permanently irreparable.  I have seen the light of peace come over the eyes of dementia ridden human beings.  After lengthy ongoing distress from the inability to remember or organize thoughts, like a bad dream that wouldn’t end, a sense of peace looks to be found.  It appears as if they were set to a time when they were a child, or some time when everything was all right.  This is how I know that we have a built in divinity center inside us that takes control even in the midst of the heaviest chaos imaginable.  I believe there’s a crack in the system where the fire angels enter.  The sliver of remembering fire is there even when we are not in conscious intent of it.  It’s a naturalized prayer.  It’s the grace of God.  It’s our higher power.  It is us.  It is our connection, our pathway to the unending remembering fire that roars through all of life.

Yes.  I’ve been a witness to these things.  I’ve been a lucky passenger in the front seat of the eyes of God.  I have been invited and carried to my seat where the more I witness, the more I witness.  I have been mute, or else my memory scrambled back in to fit the speech of the people until what I’ve seen is wiped clean away from my conscious language.  I am merely a humble servant, a naturalized recorder of the human spirit, but a silent player in the world.

In honor of our facilitated connection to the divine, may we meditate daily.  May we come home to ourselves everyday.  May we practice opening our pathway, our gift of life.  May we regularly pay homage to our remembering fire.

Bringer Of Fire
17 year veteran caregiver
Witness Of The Spirit
Warrior Goddess Facilitator



The Spirit of Spring

By Elle Forest

Oftentimes we are asked to take part in things and our heart is just not in it. Sometimes we have to attend a birthday party or a wedding or a baby shower where we put on a happy face and pretend we are overjoyed in the celebration that is taking place, but inside we do not feel it. Inside we may be in a place of desolation, pain, frustration or hopelessness—many people are these days. Speaking from personal experience I feel that hopelessness, that fear that things won’t get better, the panic that my life will not sort out, the desperation that I will not find work to support my family or a home for us to live in by this summer. There is a sense of urgency that the universe will in fact not meet my needs and it creates desperation and anxiety that shakes me to my core.


Where is hope when you feel hopeless? Where does hope come from? I don’t know. It is like the flicker of a tiny candle in the dark, it just is. How it gets there, and where it comes from are questions left for greater minds than mine. But, I do know this—it comes. Somewhere when darkness descends upon us, when all feels lost and out of reach, a little flicker comes like the light in the dark, and given room—it grows.


Spring is that spirit of hope; that time after the dark and gloomy months, after the bitter cold and biting winds and raging storms. Spring does not come all at once in a rush of warmth and light and a burst of color. Spring comes a little at a time. It comes before we even see it. It comes before we have taken the time to notice. Even when the darkness of winter is still looming—spring is underfoot. Spring is hidden inside the bark of the trees preparing to become a bud that will bear fruit. Spring is the plant pushing up through the slowly warming soil to eventually break the ground and become a flower. Spring is the lamb within the womb growing strong enough to be born. Before we ever see it—spring is there. The spirit of spring is hope.


Just as each day the sun rises and sets and the cycles of the moon continue, the seasons are constantly moving and changing whether we see it or not. We are a part of spring and it is a part of us. Life, the universe, whatever you want to call it, is a part of us. We are not separate. We are just as much a part of spring and hope as spring and hope are a part of us. How it all works, I do not pretend to understand, but somehow it does and it keeps working ceaselessly—an infinite movement of change that we are a part of. So as we honor spring we honor the shift from dark to light, from despair to belief and from hopelessness to hope. Knowing that the fruit will come, the flower will bloom and the hope will manifest as it always has.

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