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129. Fear

The nerves, as they heal slowly, going from closer to the spine toward the edges of the body, have come to the skin. Now I experience 24 hours of relentless pain every day. Every touching of the feet is like putting a match there. Some of my friends and family, who do not see it as I do, think that it is a worsening of the situation. But I am happy, as I see the progress and know that it is going in the right way. I turn and toss in bed for hours without falling asleep, but I am happy. At four I come to draw.

Fear

Fear

Already as I draw I know. It is fear. It is something in me trying to escape the lower parts of the body, where the pain is. It is an automatic reaction. I can go from one place, where the fear is felt in the body, to another and calm them all down. But by the time I finish the last place, the first is afraid again. I look at this from a wider perspective and now I know:

The pain is an expression of fear that has not been taken care of in time and gotten stronger and more insistent.

And I know more:

All that the personality is made of is fear. Check it out.

Everything that is courageous, curious, loving, playful, creative, accepting and peaceful, has to do with who we really are, our deeper, infinite being.

It is that simple.

This is why therapy, when it is effective and dissolves an issue of fear, to open the way for the nice states mentioned above, is a spiritual practice.

127. Real or unreal, good or bad

The eye

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.

126. Seemed to be

All is not what it seems to be

All is not what it seems to be

What seemed like an iron plate

On the road

Turned out to be an open space

Receding

 

What looked like a weary figure

Bent by hard work and headless

Turned to be a source

Of unknown energies

 

What seemed like the usual

Santa Fe desert landscape

Turned out to be

Mysterious shifting planes

 

What looked like the shadow of a businessman

Turned out to be endlessly deep

And the source

Of tremendous love.

125. Rain long gone

 

Creating timespace from infinity

Creating timespace from infinity

I am just a memory

Of what it was

To be a person

I am the potential for more too

But I forgot

There is a big reason to frown

My memories think

As I am creating timespace

Every day

Far from infinity

I don’t even remember

That I can make all worries extinct

Or look like a fluffy cloud

Of rain long gone.

124. Above the canopy

A tree reaching up

A tree reaching up

Above the blanket

Of green

Things become airy

Somewhere in the wilderness

A tree stands

In its raised hands

It holds you

And when you can see

Above the canopy

The mind goes to sleep

You know then

That it is beyond your control

To hold another world

In your thoughts

A tree

Reaching up in the mist

Turns very delicate

Too fast

Still remembering

How it came

From the rock.


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Entries 1-58 show how I use the method of Intuition Through Art to heal myself from Peripheral Neuropathy.

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