This continues posting #72. It is 5 in the morning. I want to know how intuition sees my life now. I feel fear and awe at the same time, or so it seems. It is almost overwhelming. I feel I could use some help. I go to the watercolor box, to speak with intuition. What will intuition show me?
Here is the drawing:
I start writing what the different shapes say, in this order:
The dark blue
The light green
The light blue
Then I look at the whole
Then words just continue to come
In spite of a cut
Between me and my root.
A part of me is lost,
Spilling out into the air
What was meant to be love
I am confused
I change directions
I start again close to the root
But I am disconnected as well
I almost fall
I am blind
This is the point right after closing the gate of receiving the love-stream
Or deviating from its original direction.
I feel some new freshness
Some new growth
I know I had to begin at the root
And I try to go there.
Maybe I’ll start anew
From the beginning?
But the drive to go up is strong
Not as normal growth
But as what I see others do
What I am taught by teachers
What I feel as wanting.
I grow beautifully, even without food
And without a connection to the ground
I grow from air, like Spanish Moss
I still can grow
As long as I listen to who-I-am
This drawing is my lifeline.
And there is always a sense of lacking power
And I try always to go back
Maybe I’ll catch some earth and root
But I continue to grow
Airy, disappearing into light
Crying for lack of power
But tasting the eternal.
The whole picture:
It is a cumbersome growth
But it is growth
I feel the love now
Both to the universe and myself
I see I am one
I know I need to be practical
And use all the power given to me.
Every point is the beginning
I can connect to my earth always:
It is intuition.
I can always invent as becoming and gifting
I can always open up the receiving doors
For others and the universe to love me through.
Any point is the good point,
The place I always wanted to be,
The beginning of all,
And the receiving and giving of all.
Calm down, Giora
Say thanks to the universe
Say yes to all that comes to you
And was waiting for you to receive.
Accept all this endless love.
Say, I’m sorry I did not open up to you
All these years.
Say: You are sweet.
Say: It is all deserved.
It is all the gift of being open to all directions.
Bask in the light.
It is all light.
And thoughts keep coming:
Awe is not fear
But it feels close to it
Just as excitement is not fear
But feels close to it.
It does not matter any more
What had happened
And how my thoughts became twisted.
What matters now is to follow
The law of receiving and expanding/extending,
Being an open miracle
Into which love comes
And from which love is given.
Love and wisdom
Express themselves in the unit of life
As the management
Of love and wisdom.
And if you look at this plant
Which shows history here,
Know that every point on it
Is where love and wisdom was given,
Love and wisdom was lived
And love and wisdom was given from.
All is love and wisdom
All the time.
Therefore in healing
The most important thing is to learn
To receive again,
To learn to taste love and wisdom
In our intuition,
To allow ourselves to be the creation process
Whereby we gift
The universe, its people and all its living things.
And there is one more interesting thing about this drawing. Remember the second drawing of the first part of this blog? The name was: Not a good leg to stand on. This last drawing resembles that second drawing. We end here as we started long ago. All that we did, did not take us away from where we were. Only the point of view changed.
This feels like the end of part two. I’ll dedicate myself now to finish the book about the method and publish it. Maybe there will be part three of this blog and maybe not. I don’t know.
The book’s name will most probably be: Intuitive Flow in Art Therapy, and the sub-headline: The easiest and most beautiful way to heal and grow.