Healing and growth through intuitive art
The strong air taking over
And now not going anywhere
Dead body is struggling
Against the beautiful
I’d say he’s scared
He’s sweet too
And light
But doesn’t know it
Who is breaking and falling apart
Becoming brittle?
Does the beauty break?
Or is it the strong air taking over?
Disappearing is the struggling body
Just as it was going up
To better places
All is good now
Only pleasure.
I sat at my desk at 5 in the morning. I slept well till then and it made a big difference.
As I made the lines in this drawing I knew that I was very patient and that I listened to every line as it was made. There was no decision about where the line would go until it went, and I would change direction in the middle of a movement if I felt that this was the truth of the moment. I felt very clearly when it was time to end and I did not touch the drawing any more after that.
I looked at every color and collected the sentences that came to me when I looked at them. I mixed the sentences and fixed them a little until they made sense.
This is not new. I just wanted to say these things to those who came late to this blog. It is a process of looking in and connecting with intuition, to see what is going on in my subconscious or the dream state. The dream state always goes on, even when we do not dream consciously. It has a mixture of programs that are active now in the subconscious and can be released, plus ideas in support of our growth and expansion. If we listen to it, we always benefit. It is the place where our life is being created, the factory of manifesting. Everything that we see there while being in this deeper, intuitive state that enables the seeing is being released, just by having been seen. Its power to create ends. We create less and become simpler.
Being simpler means that we have less filters in our subconscious and allow the truth to come to us both from the word and from within. When it comes from within, this is intuition.
Here is the drawing I made:
Trees upside down in the rain
And these are the words, after some playing with them:
Though forms of the non physical
Argue very softly and transparently
That nothing is real
Blood pouring softly as curtains
Is just a story
That does not want to leave
The fact that the trees went upside down
And the sun is coming as showers
Shows that every thing
Comes to bless
Everything else
Memories of wet mud
Are just eternity speaking
Walking in the rain
Is the right thing to do.
Thinking in earth colors
The earth came
To take over
The delicate airiness.
Floating in layers
It is here
It is thinking in earth colors
A sand dune cloud
Is coming and
Going
It will be as if nothing happened
Just an innuendo
Passing through.
The non-physicality of the earth
The non-physicality of the earth
Is a thought
And a connection without words
The guides would like you to note
The intensity of mountains
Would like you to catch an unfinished cloud
Like a whiff of thought
And pay attention to different parts of the body
But you
Like the ancients in all the deserts
Want to go here
Want to go there.
The sun
Once I lived on the ancient plains
Many mornings the sun came up
Over the trees
For many lifetimes I walked
To reach the sun
Until the sun came up in me.
Where am I?
When you are in a conflict
Between doing this or that
In your view
The light is outside of you
But the truth is that the light
Is in you
You are the light
And the conflict
Is a beautiful thing
Happening inside of you.
The mistake that we make
Is identifying with things
And not with what they appear in
What sees them
And what plays with them.
So when you start identifying
With the true you
The infinite
It is not important any more
Which side is right
And which one is wrong
What becomes significant
Is the beauty of it all
And the ability to change it
At will.
Joy is a dance
When the whispering pain
Is like burning
The dead leaves want to show you the way
But joy
In spite of fear
Is a dance
The flower of sadness
Is part
Of the tapestry of life
And like joy
It is busy holding hands
With truth.
Not seeking any more
For better air or light.
Hard work
Who cannot join the hard work?
Is it you?
We have to move this
Elaborate metal decorated practical thing
For some important reason
All the busy knowledgeable workmen
Have the appropriate keys, and you?
They have hot bodies and tired feet
The priestess gives them blessings
Go, go in that direction
What is it that they carry?
Are they slaves
Carrying something heavy
Like a big ceremonial plough?
Women and children are always there to look
And over everybody’s head
Is the decree
That you should work hard.
Gone
From sick and painful
Not to healthy in the flesh
But to the health of all there is
Both sick and healthy
Gone
Into the state of beingness.
The eye
There is an eye
Everything grows around it
Real or unreal
We are always on the back of ancients
Good or bad
If you want to live forever
Do nothing
Settle in the eye.
Every time I sit down to draw and write it surprises me. I never know what will come out in the drawing and in the words.
I know that even if we do not want to live forever we do. But this is how the words came and I respected it. I know that it is not an eye that sees and knows everything. It is something that we cannot describe in words without making it into what it is not.
I know that it is impossible to describe things as real or unreal, and that there is no good or bad. Yet I wrote it as I did.
Don’t believe any word I say.
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