Sometimes on the spiritual quest, we overlook that we are- in our essence human.
We focus on the Divine and our transcendent natures, and look behind us, as if our human-ness is a shortcoming to overcome.
God does not see You in this way.
Your human-ness is a part of Divinity. It is not be transcended and discarded as if it were beneath you as you search the Heaven’s sky for something “better”.
Your human-ness with all its foibiles, failures, sins (if you believe in this word), and transgressions is as much a part of you as is your Divine spirit.
And your success in this world (true success- loving each other) is highly dependent on you understanding this.
For only when one is capable of embracing his or her own humanity can he or she fling arms open wide to cradle world.
The picture speaks to how God sees us. The union (vesica pisces) between human-ness and Divinity, encapsulated by God’s heart and vision.
The path of creation is walked by those willing to negotiate duality. And the sexual act shows us clearly what is to walk this path of duality.
Creativity, similar to the sexual act, but in this case, able to be completed solely within the individual, requires the bilateral activities of being penetrated and being penetrating.
To create is to be penetrated by the Void. One must open one’s mind, body, and spirit in a receptive act. The opening allows the forms of the form-less to implant. Just as being penetrated in the sexual act opens the possibility of manifestation of life. (If it is the female being penetrated by a male.)
But this is not enough. To be penetrated does not result in creativity. The one penetrated must then turn around and complete the act of penetration- producing a physical form of the creative act. The production of the form is in a symbolic sense penetrating the physical world around the creator. Where once space held nothing, the space now holds the manifestation of the creative act- whether it be a sculpture, dance, musical piece, writing and so on.
In the sexual act, the female most commonly is penetrated by the male. However, each of these individuals for a time contains the other in the moment of union. Thus, during sex, both energies are contained, just as an artist contains both energies within him or herself.
The creative individual then must be in tune with the flux and flow of these states. Some run the risk of favoring one state over the other. Some choose to be in the passive, penetrated state- filled with glorious ideas, yet unable to turn to penetration and produce the ideas.
Others love to produce and output, yet are unwilling to relax enough to be penetrated by further forms and greater awarenesses.
I think of the infinity symbol and the balance of the two sides. Artists occupy the space in the middle, willingly being penetrated and penetrating, keeping the creative loop intact.
Fires of creation burn
with such bright light
Who dare extinguish the flame?
God whispers “Touch Me”
And the snake within Rises
up, Tongue flickering
It only takes a single bite
to change everything….
Maybe we have it backwards. Maybe our thought of God as Creator is true to only a point. Perhaps we are co-Creators in the most authentic way.
Maybe we are the active principle, while God is the receptive. Perhaps we are the spark that ignites it all and God simply fans the flames.
The picture speaks of this idea. The top part is the energy of the Void (God) placing out to everyone the unfertilized egg of creation. Round and full it speaks of potential. But, like the human egg, a spark is required to unleash that potential.
In human conception, we lay such action upon the sperm. In the esoteric sense, perhaps we are all the the sperm, seeking to penetrate and ignite the Void with our creative forms.
The picture shows the snake of kundalini, which lies within each of us, reaching up to the Void to strike the potentiated egg.
I have always loved the story of Adam and Eve, although I feel most religions have it all wrong. The serpent was not evil and Eve did not ignore God. Let us just play with the thought that God has always sought the spark of creation, and Eve in her biting, her penetration of the apple (a play upon the egg), unleashed the act of creation for us all.
Perhaps it is time you thought of yourself as the creative spark, the active principle. And understand it is your abilities, your actions which will finally penetrate the potential to unleash creation.
“Give me the raw materials.
Give me your Pain.
Give me your Chaos.
Give me your Darkness.
And I will choose,
for I am God
and I may choose as I see fit,
to see nothing
but the spiraling grace
of creation led by you
In life, sometimes you just have to trust that your raw materials are enough and God will do the rest. The picture speaks to darkness and chaos that may enter our thoughts. But in the middle of this is the eye of God, which sees nothing but the spiraling energy and grace of creation.
God takes our raw materials- not matter how rough and unrefined- and sees nothing but the beauty inside.
Maybe we don’t need to worry quite so much. Maybe, each in his own way is growing towards the light. Maybe our souls are the spiritual version of the plant phototropism- the ability to grow towards light.
Place a light behind, below, above, to the right, to the left of a plant and still it will find the light and bends towards it.
I like to think that is what we are all doing. Even on the days in which every movement seems ass backwards, I like to imagine we are like the plant, and even if we have to twist and turn our way around, our souls will find that light once again.
The art and title is a play on the interplay between sexual energy and awakening awareness. Most would say that kundalini awakening and sexual energy can not be separated as they emanate from the same creative force. This may be one reason that religions, in general, have had such a difficult time “handling” human sexuality. Religions walk a very fine line of engaging and encouraging spiritual awakening, while trying to suppress the sexual. This is almost impossible, as the two forces are intertwined, as both center on creativity.
Anyway, the art is a play on this. I imagine growing towards the light, while It (or is it me, asking It?) calls to be penetrated. Obviously, manifesting the desire of union of the individual consciousness with the Divine. The penetrative act so tightly coiled with the act of creation.
Oh, Lord, oh Lord
What a gift to be given
A vision carried
On the wings of Love
Of what I am to become.
Whether you believe in God (choose your term) or not- one of the greatest gifts to receive is a vision- a vision of what you may be. And we all receive these all the time, yet we often choose not to believe.
For it is in the vision that hope first manifests. Perhaps you are in a difficult situation- a tough marriage, unfulfilling job, a sense of aloneness- whatever it may be. Or maybe you simply have big dreams for yourself. You want to write. You want to create and you envision the time and space to do such things.
The sense that something is amiss is not just a sign of you being difficult. It is a sign of vision welcoming something new.
Sometimes we may think it is better to be numb, to just let the marriage or the job be “Ok” and move on with our days. Or we chastise ourselves for dreaming too big, answering everyone around us who points out how great we are with a simple “Who me?”
I believe one of the most profound things we can come to recognize is the power in the vision of what could be. God (or your term) can not swoop in and change it all for us. But what God can do is provide us with the vision of what could possibly become and this vision will, I swear to God, lead you all the way home.
I like this art piece. It shows the vesica pisces (my symbol for God) attached to wings from Heaven, swooping in carrying a vision. I chose to put a cross in the center. This is not necessarily a Christian symbol in this context. I just liked it.
Sitting in my basement room/office the other evening, I was surrounded by my artwork.
Pictures I had haphazardly placed in frames. For some, the tape had loosened and they descend slowly, slowly in their frames. A testament to gravity and movement when no one is around to see.
Others are propped up- frame-less, lending credibility to my sense that life will take care of itself and not everything we own requires protecting.
I sat in this room and I finally came to understand that each thing I created was a mirror of me. My art represents my best and my brightest, things I most desperately need to see in myself.
What if we were to come to understand this- that all that we do- our greatest moments are mirrors for me and you?
What is the working out of your life on your blog is one of the greatest mirrors you have?
What if your beautiful, functioning home is a testament to that higher part of yourself, the one that believes in family, support, nurturing, safety and protection?
What if the job you complete- the one in which you work with colleagues to manifest something new- was a mirror attesting the creative capabilities in each of you?
What if we came to understand mirrors differently in our lives- not as mere reflective surfaces for the physical- how blase is that? But rather, the mirrors that show us who we truly are- the ones we create to surround each of us.
What if we allowed these mirrors to speak to us with as much import as we enable those simple reflective surfaces? How differently would we see ourselves if we actually trusted all mirrors surrounding us that reflect such beauty back to us?
I converse with my blog all the time-both in written and telepathic form.
And I wonder if my blog has created a form of my higher self.
Let’s admit it- what one will say in an off-hand conversation with a friend is most likely quite different than what one is willing to write and publish. No one likes to read rambling manifestos, and quite honestly they are not that fun to write, because they lack insight.
What drives the writing of so many is the tone, the nuance, the stringing together of words and ideas in poetic form. Touching the heart, the mind, the soul, the spirit with the right word or two. Whether your blog is meant to be inspirational or not, it most definitely (if you are honest enough to admit it) holds you to a standard.
Word choice, topic choice- what do you really want to say? What do you really want to reveal?
I bet, if you are like me, your blog has transformed you. It has helped you believe in yourself in a way that few other things could. I don’t care if you have 10,000 readers or 10 readers, the work is the same.
You create to become you and what emerges upon that electronic “page” is that beautiful part of you that is clamoring to be heard by the most important audience of all- You.
Your blog holds a standard- the standard of what you are to become.
The piece of art deals with the third chakra- the seat of the self. I like the rectangular shape I drew in the center because it is grounding.
Sometimes when I pray,
I simply say “God, God”
and then wait for the reply
and sometimes I am waiting a long time…
with a sense of my alone-ness
until I feel the tendril
of God’s love reaching out
beyond distance and time
to wrap around that little heart of mine.
If you have ever felt isolated, afraid, and lonely in regards to your life of spirit, never fear, for God is reaching out to you.
For many of us, a spiritual life and connection are paramount to our well being. Yet, sometimes, God feels near and sometimes God feels oh so far away.
Here is what I think- each thing contains its opposite- to know God is to also live in the mystery of God. It is within our isolated seeking of God, that we come to know the divine is always near. God is always reaching out for each of us.
I began blogging for one reason and one reason only- I was going completely crazy as a stepmom. I could not get my bearings, and the slope I was trying to climb to some type of understanding was much too slippery for my liking.
So I wrote and I wrote- long blogs, rambling blogs, detailed-filled blogs of moments and days of confusion.
And I saw a part of my life typed out line by line.
The microscopic workings of my brain became telescopic as I saw my words laid before me.
Patterns emerged, support was gained (thank you, readers), awarenesses by others were duly noted and remembered (again, thank you).
Since that time, my blog has spiraled into other topics here and there, but I will always remember this most- writing helped me feel more real and less alone.
And I hope you feel the same