HEART

Live in the Mystery. Awakening 1: My mind is not my brain. Awakening 2: My soul is not my mind. Start peeling away all the layers that define who you are. Take away the facts of birth & geography. Take away the limitation of your physical body. Take away your person narrative. Take away your roles & your relationships. Take away your memories. Take away all the definitions that seem to flesh out who you are. Candidly... I ask you. Are you still there? Of course you are. Minus Mind... Minus ego.... I am still an abiding awareness. My friend talks of energy. My other friend talks of the laws of physics. My other friend talks about the void... the plenum void. My experience reveals a deep awareness.... within me... without me. Name it what you will. I no longer am fixed on definitions. Divinity for me is awareness. The more aware I am the closer I am to that infinite source of awareness. Live in the mystery. I am not my brain. I am not my mind. I am.... I am.

HEAD

Let’s be scientific about this.... neuroscience has not & cannot pinpoint the locus of the mind. The Ancients thought the mind was hovering somewhere over the vicinity of the heart. It is a 21st century model to attach the mind to the brain.  My brain is not my mind. Period. I have been using the metaphor of cybernetics with too much persuasion. My brain is not a mother board. Hello! My mind is not a meat machine nor is it a complex web of neurons gapped by synapses. The fact of my brain intrigues me... me (that is). Recently, I have been using the metaphor of the brain as antenna.... as complex receptor for quanta of energy data. Once freed from the anchoring of myself to my brain to the dense matter of my physical being I suddenly experience an expansion of self. Call it freedom. Where are the limits of the mind? You tell me.

HANDS

Something from nothing. The act of shaping. The act of holding & molding. It is with these ten fingers I grasp the strands & tendrils... the rays that stream from the centre. My antennae... the tines of my winnowing rake. As creator I ask myself “Why create something from nothing?” I ask the question of the Creator of the World. “Why Create something from nothing?" The answer.... “Because I Can!” Spirituality & Creativity are one & the same. “Why create something from nothing?” Because I can.

I AM

I seek my self. My genuine self. The authentic core of who I  truly am. When I strip away all the details, the personality, the ego, the narrative, the moods, the chattering discourse, the confused & confusing thoughts, the interwoven relationships, the ideas, the philosophies...all those endless layers... who & what do I find?  We talk of energy. We talk of fields. We talk of the matrix as if it were all grids & numbers. We talk of soul & spirit. Words approximate. When we take away the layers of the onionskin we arrive at the Source. Light. Abiding, Eternal, Endless Light. The great white source. It Is! Love. Abiding, Eternal, Endless Love. Light & Love. They are One. I seek myself. I AM.

LANTERN

As my man said: "No one lights a lamp and puts it in a place where it will be hidden, or under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, so that those who come in may see the light.”  Our great fear is not our darkness but our brilliance. Each & every one of us is born with unique brilliance. We each hold a light as bright as the morning star. It takes courage to stand up & shine forth. Johnny L. said “ We all shine on... like the moon & the sun & the stars.... we all shine on & on on on on on” The Source is pure, endless, brilliant, white light. We each possess a point, a ripple, a node, a flow of that eternal beauty. The source is only a thought away. Open the shutters of the fractal luminosity that is the genuine you at your centre. Let it shine forth. The light is all around. The light within. Can you see it? Can you be it?

HE WALKS AMONGST US

Would you know Him if you saw Him? It could be the bass player hidden in shadow, holding close the rhythm, his hands so alabaster, finding pearls in a minor key. A waiter waits at your table, his face serene as tea. The humble carver in his wood shop sharpens his brilliant blade.

You look up at the night nurse scrubbed for surgery, & you see, above the mask, his otherworldly eyes. 

In Katmandu, wearing robes of saffron in Tibetan sandals, he stands alone.

Oh silent brother, sunset, moonrise, come out from the shuffling crowd. Be transparent as the wind. It’s time to shed your ancient cloak. 

RAVEN

Guided & Protected. We live in great mystery. The leap we make... the quantum leap is into acceptance. The acceptance that we are spiritual beings. Our earthly forms are mere chimeras... temporal vessels to carry us through from the transition of birth through to the transition of death. When you accept, when you make that leap into the brilliant world of the spirit many things become apparent. We are guided and protected by powers much greater than our imagination. In our current guise we are often oblivious to the guides that are always beside us. In my painting I  show the Hermit protected by the Raven. The image of the Raven is containable by the human intelligence. The forces I speak of are far greater. Stop trying to understand. Surrender. Accept. Live in the mystery. You are guided & protected. Always.