Posts Tagged 'being'

345. What is happening?

Being, not being,
The energy that gathers my body
Is less insistent now
My body feels the spaces in itself
Where it does not exist

These are the places
Where my true self
Is taking over

The pain I have
Is in the places
Where I still
Refuse
To be myself.


Thinking about what has has happened to me:
I knew I was helping people.
The gift I had gotten, of knowing how to move deeper or higher, through art making that flows intuitively with writing about it in an intuitive way, this gift was helping people. Those of you who stayed with me for a while here on this blog were intrigued, and saw that there was truth in what I was presenting. 
I still had a feeling that I have not gone all the way and therefore my help was limited. I worked with some people and I knew that they had benefited  from our work. It was wonderful. But I wanted to go farther with them.
 
Through the years the motivation that people had, when they chose to work with me, has changed. In the beginning people were trying to figure out their lives. They were also trying to understand what healing means. How can one really evolve? 
Later most of those who came knew that they were not living fully. They knew that they had betrayed a part of them that was crucial for their ability to be happy. They wanted to nurture that part and live more fully.  
Nowadays suddenly a new kind of clients has appeared. These are people who have already devoted themselves to helping others. They are healers. But they want to go deeper, so that they can help even more. By looking at all this I know that I have changed. so my helping others was actually helping myself. We all know this, don’t we. But still seeing it happening feels good.

All this is a strange writing, I have to say. I already know that that “I” that I am speaking of does not exist. The”I” that I have had was never real, but I was still attached to it somehow. This attachment is waning. And even though I have tried some other modalities along they way, it is the steady work that I have been doing on myself using this intuitive art method, that slowly and surely brought one insight after another and actually took me safely to higher and higher places. 

The old “I” still has some appearances in my game, but I already see him naked. I know he is not real. He is a collection of habits. And it is clear that all that feels good in my life comes from the higher self. And all that this fake character, the “i”, can bring is unpleasant. It is that simple.

During the last years I tried many ways to stop or at least reduce my pain meaningfully. I have a condition called Painful Peripheral Neuropathy. Even though it was never checked to define whether it is a short fiber Neuropathy or some other kind, I believe it is the short fiber one. It means that the very ends of my nerves, where they come to be in the skin, to be able to touch and feel, are injured somehow. This makes it hard to touch the skin. Every touch hurts.  Walking hurts like hell. I can’t put on shoes. I can’t stand for more than a few minutes. Every time I move my feet it hurts. When I lie flat the pain increases. I have to find creative poses in which I can sleep. When I move in my sleep the pain wakes me up. If I choose an unfortunate pose the pain increases so much and I wake up to an unbearable strength of pain. 

I tried many ways to reduce the pain. Medications hardly had an influence, and they have quite terrible side effects, as they actually prevent normal activity of healthy nerves everywhere in the body. Then there are all kinds of injections that did not work. Then an implement was placed in my legs that radiated electric currents near the nerves, to make them change the signals that they carry to the brain. It also did not work for me. I did acupuncture and it only increased my pain to intolerable degrees. I even tried an experimental treatment that is supposed to change the polarity of the nerves that go to the pain center in the brain, so that the messages of pain will not be able to pass through. All these did not work. And there were a number of other ways that I tried. 

At the same time I did things that I discovered on my own. Spraying the feet with cold water reduces the pain sometimes. Placing my left foot over the right foot when I sit, somehow blocks the nerves in the left foot, and reduces the pain. Doing the same thing with the right foot does not produce the same effect. Maybe because the places that hurt in the right foot are different. I have a meditation from the Release Technique that stops the pain in one foot. Immediately the pain moves to the other foot. Then it comes back to the first, then the second… After a while I conquer the pain. What a blessing! But imagine waking up at night and getting into meditation when all you want is to sleep, and staying in the meditation long enough to succeed. 
In this blog I described a method that I used, to take the pain away by drawing the shape of the area of the pain in the body. As I do this several times, the shape of the area of pain changes. Then it gets smaller. Sometimes it breaks up to a few spots and eventually disappears altogether.

And more deeply, I always knew that the reason for any malfunction of the body is a habitual malfunction of my energy, the energy that keeps creating the body all the time of its life. This energy malfunction comes from thoughts or beliefs that have the power to divert the healthy energy from going its healthy routs. I do not want to tell the stories that I invented in my childhood, in a state of trauma, that created those blockages for the healthy energy, because I have already wrote about them in this blog. These childhood stories were revealed to me through the art process. But even knowing them did not make them stop their activity immediately. The thoughts from the time of the trauma were linked to many other newer thoughts, and it became a mesh that was hard to dismantle. 

I decided to do a few sessions with a hypnotherapist. If they can stop people from smoking, they can help me not think certain thoughts. This helped a little, by increasing self acceptance. but I still had the pain. Then I chose to do a session with a practitioner of The Emotion Code and The Body Code. The practitioner extracted thoughts from the subconscious. It is like a spring cleaning of the subconscious. Some forty issued were released. Some from this lifetime and some from other lifetimes. I also had two unwanted tenants in my energy field, two entities. They were sent on their way to the light, as these things are done. 

Forty items in one time is a lot. Two hours after the session a new stream of energy showed up. It went down in the feet and forced its way through all the hurting places. At first this energy came only every fifteen minutes and was not too strong. In time the intervals became shorter and the strength of this energy increased dramatically. These days I have times when this energy pushes its way through the pain all day and all night long. 

This energy has become the main cause of the pain nowadays. When it passes through the hurting places, I believe that this energy is healing the nerves. But how can you live with such a strong pain all the time? 

One thing I have learned from this is that there is no need to hasten the process of healing. it is not a good idea. If you succeed, you get what you wanted. But it may be too much for your body to take. It is better to find something that works in its normal speed, and let it do its work, so that slowly you get to feel relief and more relief. And of course, you evolve too as you go.
The best way, it seems to me, is to be yourself, by manifesting in your life all that is unique about you. It means, that you do what feels deeply wonderful for you. You do what makes your heart sing. This is a way to go deeper and deeper into your true self. This heals everything.

At first I decided to let it hurt and to be happy for the healing that this energy brings. But since it started to be too torturous, I started to look for ways to stop the pain. Having severe pain all the time wreaks havoc on the body. Different processes do not work as usual. I can’t leave home. I have been home bound for very long. I have to be near the cold water all the time. I need to be near the toilet all the rime. I need to be near a comfortable place to sit and do the meditations. And it hurts as hell when I walk. Even with an electric folding wheelchair, in order to arrive at the pavement outside, I need to walk with the chair out of the apartment, to use the elevator, to open two heavy doors and descend a few stairs. Then, of course, I need to do this backward when i come back. And this is enough for increasing the pain and having it increased for a day or two afterwards, together with two sleepless nights. 

I suddenly remembered a meditation for healing others from far, that I learned in the Consciousness Research Institute. It has to do with creating an imaginary dome. This seemed a good idea to me. You see, one important difficulty with pain is that you naturally resist it. And everything that you resist persists. So I wanted to find a way to feel good while having the pain. And this dome creation seemed to have the potential to do it. And it did. When I created an imaginary dome it felt as if it was filled with good energy, which is the energy of my higher self. I immediately felt relief and an opening of the heart. And if I managed to stay longer in this condition, the body started to relax and eventually the crazy stream of energy would stop. This worked in about one third of the times. But it worked. It showed me that there are ways to stop the stream of this strong energy and reduce the pain, by going higher with my energy. Then, after some days I discovered, while doing this meditation in the middle of the night, that there was some density in the energy that surrounded my spine. And I decided to open the spine to this good energy of the space of the dome, to let the density around the spine dissolve in the good energy. and it worked. This increased the success of the new meditation maybe to half of the times. Maybe even more. It depends on when I do it. Am I awake enough? Do I have the energy to do it? How strong is the stream of the energy now?
And today I saw that all I need to do is to become aware of all the tensions in the body, when in pain. This awareness dissolves the tensions, and that relaxation happens. 

Working with painting and writing has always been and is an every day practice for me. I can see how I am changing through this. And I still suffer a lot from this pain. 

290. Who needs a subject?

Birdman

I finished it yesterday and wrote a mistaken date, as you can find in the signature. It should be 050418.

I started it in the night that lead to the forth. I came off bed where I did not sleep and sat down to do a drawing.

The colors will come in the day, I thought. This is indeed what happened.

I had a feeling about how I wanted the language of the painting be. It was a pleasant feeling, like a feeling that I used to get when I would be on my way to the swimming pool, already imagining the sensation of water touching my body everywhere.

I want to write about this language.

But first, it seems there is some form that is being depicted in the picture. Maybe it is some sort of a big man with a bird’s head. Whatever it is, it is made of a flimsy structure of moving lines that hold a strange gathering of soft, mostly translucent shapes.

These shapes of colors; what holds them in place? Are they confined? It does not seem so. It looks as if these shapes can move away and be free of the drawing. Some pieces do radiate away.

Do they want to be together? Maybe their behavior has nothing to do with wanting? Maybe this is just what they do when they are in certain circumstances?

All these details are told with the language of the artwork. You can say, maybe, that the language and the story that is being told cannot be separated.

Just like in any language, when the language and what it describes cannot be separated, the whole thing becomes a poem. Or maybe, since this is a visual art piece, maybe we can say that it gives the feeling of something true. If we experience this feeling, we tend to like the painting and usually it is hard, if at all possible for us, to explain why we like it. The whole experience belongs in a different realm than the one we usually describe successfully with a language.

But is this at all possible to describe any experience in a language?

This is why for some of us the language of numbers feels more capable of describing phenomena or experiences. If it is three, then it is three and nothing else. At least we know this. But do we?

Maybe this is good enough for now, for this discussion?

I want to aim the light of our thinking onto the use of the visual language. I think that the language shares more information than the content.

So the lines here seem as if they are not sure where they are going. They try and fail to describe something. But in their failure, a feeling is created that something is there. We are not sure what exactly the lines do. Do they try to describe a shape, or do they describe the quivering of the energies as they move through the form? Is it a living form, because there is energy moving through it?

How does the form feel? Does it want to be there? Is it wondering about itself and its environment?

Is it just trying to be filled with enough being, so it can experience everything around and in it?

And as such, does it matter at all what the form is? It is a wanting to experience. This is enough.

And let’s take the colored forms.

They come together as different units of being, made of what? Maybe too made of wanting to know or wanting to experience? They touch each other and overlap, where they mix with each other. They accompany the quivering curious delineated shape of lines and they interact with it too.

And all the parts, the lines and the shapes, are free in their nature. They don’t have to be there. They have just come together as a strange occurrence, involving all kinds of being, stories and feelings, out of their common curiosity.

Are they focused on the inner world, so to speak, or the outward one? It seems that there is nothing really substantial in their gathering. Nothing is heavily real in both the inner and the outer world that they create. Only deep, rolling, playing interest in what can be made up and be experienced.

But since there is nothing very substantial in that coming together of these suggestive, wondering lines and the friendly mixing together color shapes, then who is experiencing anyway?

You see? All of this is given or shared through the language of this art.

Who needs a subject then?

Well, we need a subject for this coming together and experiencing. But it is never as substantive as we make it to be in our thoughts.

Think about it if you wish, or maybe it will become a poem?

 

272. You have never been anything but this

Flow in the body

I like the painting more when I get very close to it. So close, that I almost don’t see all of it. This is also how I like to paint. The world around the painting disappears and all I have is the lines, the colors, the shapes, the textures. It is an extremely pleasant world for me. Who knows what’s in it? How deep can we go in it? Does it mirror me? These questions come to me now.

Maybe answers will come if we look at the painting and see what we can learn from it.

The lines in red are the energy in my body or maybe better, in my being. I know, because this is what I wanted to draw. The energy goes up, it feels to me, like fire, but not that fast. The energy does not stop. It goes and goes and goes. It is a good feeling, basically, of wellbeing.

Yes, you can detect some hesitation and doubts here and there, by the direction of the lines. But it flows on. This is the life as it comes together from so many shallow and deeper layers of thoughts. Thought after thought and Choice after choice, I determined how this flow of the energy of my now-life will go.

Take a little distance now and see those thoughts, those choices that build the flow.

They look like leaves here, with different emotional charges (colors). And their movement is not so unlike the movement of the energy. They represent all the same directions that appear in the flow of energy. This is expected. In some places the leaves seem to get entangled and almost become a blockage. But once their influences come together in the flow, they seem to move more in agreement.

How can it happen? There must be some other influences. And these are the yellow and orange shapes. Two of them, those with the straight lines, look like big bodies of light, or I can imagine them to be knowledge that is bigger than the stories in the leaves. And we have the rounded orange cloud that also contains that light in it. I won’t escape, I realize, without saying the word love.

And if you look at the general composition you can see that there is a lot of white space in the picture. This makes whatever happens in the picture, all that we talked about before, less significant. The forms may break apart, become brittle and dissipate in the white space. There is drama in the forms but the stronger presence is that of the white, into which all of the dramas may disappear.

And there are the three pencil lines. They seem to be some spontaneous excited declarations, while the more quiet curious shapes and the murmuring energy do their parts.

Now we can go back to the questions I asked in the beginning.

What is in it? It is not a question any more. Or, indeed, it could have been something else.

Does it mirror me? Of course, and probably mirrors every one else, in different variations.

How deep can we go into it?

The thoughts and choices belong to what we did throughout life or lives, so even if we go deeper than we ever thought possible, we will still encounter the same situation in which some kind of believed stories create flows of lives. The possibilities are infinite, and limited at the same time.

If we go into the white, we know it has no end. Every time we go a little or much into the white, we cause a change in our stories and in the flow. Our ’now’ changes. It can become more or less beautiful, more or less heroic, more or less of anything.

The ‘now’ is where our frontier is. This is where we come with all the stories that we have created and the ways that they have interacted and built flows, and with these we face and touch the white. The white can only touched in the now. Maybe we will step a little more into it, and all that we are, will change again.

Now the white laughs and says, between rolls on the ground and back flips: you have never been anything but white.

So what will a painter do?


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