Blog to share writings and musings related to the late Doris E. Roberts, PhD (Metaphysics)

Category: How to Feel (Page 1 of 2)

Take a Special Spiritual Journey into Thoughts and Feelings

Journalizing Time 13 & 14 – Sand Castle

The time has come for you to write down your dreams or as much as you can remember of any.  Put also your experiences (reading Mother Nature’s Way – Echoing Night and Dawn of Time).  Being alone provides you with the opportunity to be with yourself and it can often be an enlightening experience.  For one must become intimate with the person one truly is.  So become intimate with yourself and write about it.

Catch the sunrise, write down any dreams, take a refreshing walk or dip in some nearby water, and then when ready, read the following poem.  We look for too much praise from others, and in doing so, we give others too much control over our feelings.  We also start thinking that what we do is who we are.

Sand Castle

I built a castle in the sand

The work of which was by my hand

I told others and this made me grand

Thus I did form my own band

They sung me songs and gave me praise

My mind was captured in a haze

Then came the ending of this phase

Upon the real world I did gaze

The castle it began to crumble

I wept sad tears over my fumble

The picked myself up from my stumble

And learned the truth of being humble

Being I am

Body I’m not

Working I do but being what I do I am not

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved


While gazing at the sunrise, I realized to my surprise
Different hues before my eyes
Dancing on the backdrop blue, peach, rose, violet so new
Wavering at my point a view
Blending streaks of sunrise play, a miraculous array
Stretching fingers to light the day
As the sun showed me its face, hues faded without a trace
With the days warmth I felt its GRACE.

In the after glow of night, I realized with souls delight
Radiant beams from the Northern Light
Rising streams from deeper blue, lime, orange, each color as true
Flickering forth in every hue
Ribbons seen long after day, a Kaleidoscope display
Shooting feelers that show the way
Now I know we have a place, more then just our human race
As night and day we live in GRACE.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Mother Nature’s Way – The Echoing Night

The Echoing Night

The night howled around me
As I laid upon my pillow
The tree it exclaimed tit-willow, tit-willow

The bush it sighed then croaked
As I slipped into the deep
A breathe of a breeze whispered cheep, whispered cheep

I drifted through water
As a spirit within my dreams
I spied an island so it seems, so it seems

My hair flows around me
Then from their tips has want to grow
Teaming life, moving to and fro, to and fro

Each strand shaping into beasts
All singing their lonesome call
Forth from within I’m one with all, one with all, one with all, one with all

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time 12 – The Burst of The Budding One

Now, I’m aware you must have had a similar experience also, that astonished you. Something you couldn’t believe. They can be bad or good, but write one down now, no matter how silly or unbelievable it was.

Example: My mother once told me that while sleeping, she felt like someone she knew had come into her room and was choking her, but when she woke up there was no one there. Yet, she still felt hand around her neck, as if it were real. If you had an experience like my example then write it down.

If you have an experience, like what I described, know that other dimensions can overlap this one in feeling. In other words that person wanted to choke my mom so much that he or she did so in another dimension, and she felt in her sleep because there, it was real. But it did not take place in this ‘3D’ dimension we are focused in. Some people can actually see the overlap.

The next poem may sound a little bit funny, and may make you smile, or better yet laugh. Yet there is truth in it. It is a Ditty like “How Doth The Little Busy Bee” by Isaac Watts.

The Burst of The Budding One

How doth the little budding one
Improve her shining soul
Then gather goodies all the day
When she doesn’t have a bowl

How willfully she takes her time
to cover her mistakes
She learned the truth there is no crime
Just lessons that we makes

She found love wasn’t behind her
I would learn that too
To live life without a blinder
Now I know what to do

I want to be a budding one
But I don’t know which path
I’ll just follow the rising sun
Then in the rain take a bath

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time 11 – Another Realm / Images Play

Now it’s time to write what YOU think God is. Do all your creative imagination to flow and express God in form as best as you can now. Because I became in tune with what the Nature of God really was to me, I woke up and was then able to move into another dimension. Read the following poem.

Another Realm

Another realm that I did see, gathering truth to set us free.
Shifting forms and shifting faces, hungering for their rightful places.
People wandering up in down, caught in dreams with nothing around.
Some were resting while others stand, yet nowhere could I see a land.

A few did, but not just any, had a face observing the many.
These ones glided knowing no ground, and they spoke with light and not a sound.
Pictures of light became their voice, touching a person of their choice.
A person would then push at the thought, up until the idea was brought.

The light would make a person shift, while thoughts gently away would drift.
I thought I saw Jesus there, giving thoughts with much love and care.
Noticing me with eyes aglow, he came hither and blocked the show.
My thoughts caught and everything spun, I felt we were fused as one.

A release, then a lightness, my mind burning within his brightness.
Startled awake as if ’twas a dream, pulling thoughts into a conscious stream.
I got up looking around, finding I’m heavy upon the ground.
From all I saw that I could glean, this world isn’t all that can be seen.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

NOTE: After that experience, which astonished me, I wrote the following poem about images. Read it now with a open heart and mind.

Images Play

There are different levels I be
Only on this one I really see
Now my mind is getting a new sight
That I question if wrong or if right.

They’re people I see I’ve never seen
So how could this be another dream
And what makes us think dreams are not real
There is truth there in the way I feel.

On levels I’m on, images play
But thoughts on them are inclined to stray
I want to know if my sight will grow
and if being there myself does show?

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

NOTE: In other words, how the ‘heck’ did I do that? All I can tell you is, it seems to be a gift you get, when you let God in.

Journalizing Time 10 – Creation in Our Hands

Now it’s your turn to write new words for the song, “Row Your Boat”. Change the words in the song to something that has a special meaning for you. Then sing the new lyrics you wrote. Remember, it is all yours. Do your words make you feel good? For this is your Soul’s Song. Play with the words if you have to, the right ones will come your way.

Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream.  Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.     

Change these words. Come on, I know you can do it! If you need inspiration, get on the Internet here:

About now, hopefully, you have begun to feel closer to your God. Yet, if you think God is male with a long white beard, then you are not close enough. You must understand that as a human being, you have both male and female energies. Since we are made in his/her image, so does God.

So the One God you require connection with in order to bring back your feelings is expressed in the next poem. Be careful, for your Ego may slip back into action. If it does, push it away or go back through some previous poems (posts) and begin again. When you have completed this creative assignment, it is time to move on to the (this) poem.

Creation in Our Hands

All women hands laid down creation,

Whose beauty brings us exaltation.

Every man’s hands gave women the spark,

That like the sun chases away the dark.

With each new life I feel a part of,

Altogether it’s made of our love.

Like the Earth is the womb of our Mother,

As the Sun is the spark of our Father.

Here we each live within a tiny form,

with the heavens sun keeping us warm.

Yet Man an be so brilliant like the Sun,

for that enery and he are One.

And Women as creative as the Earth,

For in that we will know our own Worth.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.

Thoughts To Consider

Does (this) poem explain why man was created with an incomplete Y (XY chromozones)? Was it to bring them closer to the spark to be Male? Female is the Completion of Form for life on this plane of existence (XX chromozones vs. XY chromozones). Male is the Energy before Completion is complete. Nothing would be in mass and all would be gas and spark like the Sun if Earth had no Female Energy.

Personally, while bonding with my soulmate, I have checked within to feel his energy within me. I feel that strong spark of his. I have that same spark within me from him, like he has the female energy of form surrounding him. Yet, as a woman, my energy is the embodiment of Completed Form so that spark is often harder for me to reach. Ask yourself this, why do men when dying, call out for their mothers. It is because the female mass that makes up their body is leaving them. The mass created in the womb. Like unto mom’s energy. The female energy of God is leaving.

Take this opportunity now to reread (the) poem (above) again and again until you understand the differenct energies to realize and understand that God is in both male and female energies and every human has both of them inside and out. God is both the Incompletion and Completion of Creation.

Journalizing Time 9 – Kiss Illusions Good-bye

Write of feelings from your soul. Remember to let the words flow from you in any form it takes. Do not be concerned about your spelling, or whether you chose the right words. Just let the flow. When finished, read them over and if inspired, add more.

Then you are ready for the next poem. when we attempt to feel and reach God through our Soul, sometimes it is better if we sing about it. The next poem is lyrical and one where you can imagine your own melody. Try it.

Kiss Illusions Good-bye

The light of the world am I

As I kiss illusions goodbye.

Give temper a walk and not let fear talk.

Believe the truth is not a lie

Then know that God will never die.

The whole of the world love I

For mercy and good I cry.

With forgiveness I walk and not let guilt talk.

Believe that God is not a lie

Then know that love will never die.

Holy child of God am I

As I let my Spirit fly.

So gently I walk and now let joy talk.

I’m one with God and cannot lie

So I kiss illusions all goodbye.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.

Journalizing Time – 8 Voicing Love

Take this time to enjoy your break for body sustenance.  Spend quiet time being aware of the taste, smell, and colors of your nourishment.  Set the scene and enjoy the moment in a way you have never done before.  Make it a special treat and stay in the space of your Soul.

Now write in your Journal about how everything around you feels to you including the food.  When you are ready, go on to the (this) poem.  Time now to remember the Souls voice in “Voicing Power of Love” .

Voicing Love

Love be the light

On all that is in sight

It is the essence

and effervescence.


Love is a glow

That makes my heart flow

For love it soothes

And lightens the blues.


Love I allow

For that which I’m now

Love all around

With me thee abound.


Of God Love be

God’s the all in me

Love and God can

And is within man.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time – 7 Grace This Food

Read the preceding poem (Let God) again slowly to really get into the feeling of its message.   Read every word and feel within yourself.

Now it is time for you to write sentences beginning with “Let me”.

You may find yourself crying as you write, but it is your Soul expressing what it wants out of life.  Know this:  Every time I read this poem that I have written, with my Soul open, I cry from the depth of my heart.  For this is what my Soul really desires.

Now, as you look at your own words, you will know what will truly make you happy.  For it is not a rich mansion or a sports car.  Because, until the Soul is happy, none of these types of trappings matter.  That is all just fluff in which you use to disguise yourself.

Disguise,  because you think that it’s this stuff that makes you important.  It doesn’t.  You are important because God loves you and cradles you here and now in this form.  You’ve been blessed with the greatest of all God’s gifts – Pure Feelings.

O.K.  By now you want a break or you are hungry and could use a snack or a cool glass of water.  To keep in the mood, and to help you stay within your soul, read the next poem before you eat.

If at any time you stop being meek or get disturbed, then go back a few poems, so you can return to that state of being open and somewhat vulnerable.

Grace This Food

The food is Thought from God,

And each Thought from God is a Thought of Love.

My body is in singular form and is a Thought from God,

Which is a Thought of Love.

This Thought of Love, which is my body takes in a Thought of Love,

Which is the food and that food is added unto my body.

How great my body be for it is nourished and sustained

By the Love of God that flows through me constantly

From the food I have taken in.

Blessed be I to receive God’s Thoughts of Love,

And Blessed is the food that is eaten by me…Amen

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.




Journalizing Time 6 – Let God

Another thing the Ego likes to do is make a mask for you.  It is your defense against the world. Those people, with their own ego, cannot judge you for who you really are because you too, are hiding behind your mask.  It may seem like good protection when you are with others, who come mostly from their ego.  Yet, alone in your own space and place, this mask can be difficult to remove, to get in touch with your Soul.

To truly be meek you must withdraw this mask.  Write down what you want people to see you as, then withdraw this mask.  For whatever you want people to see you as, is the mask you wear.   The mask can protect you from others, but will often separate you from yourself.

Know the real you is not terrible, the real you is beautiful.  Be completely free of all the masking and walls that are around you until you feel meek, and know you are coming from the Soul, then go on.

Let God

Let me be within this moment now.

Let me see my beauty that’s inside.

Let me feel the peace within somehow.

Let me have the courage not to hide.

Let me know glory in and around.

Let me gain strength to break down my wall.

Let my fear fall from me to the ground.

Let me give love to you who are all.

Love you I do.

With you I grew.


Homeward to you.

When to me I am true.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.
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