DOVE

My brother Segun asked me to paint a dove. I did not truly know about doves until the moment I first dipped my brush into the white paint. That first daub of white opened my eyes anew. Highly intelligent, one of the great aerialists, the dove flies across continents to return to its place of origin. The dove is the messenger bird. As symbol, the bird embodies both the beauty of Aphrodite & the essence of the Holy Spirit. As the flood waters recede Noah knows the great journey is over when the dove returns with the olive branch. It is the moment of redemption. You & I feel the cool waters on our fevered brows. A gentle breeze brushes our faces. As if wings were stirring the very ether. Look up. Above us the white bird rises to the Heavens. A pure white bird. Pure white. White.

ONE

We get tangled in the words. It is the word after all that we think makes us human. Release your busy mind from the definitions & labels. All of Creation emanates from one Source. Define it as you will. The Source is neither opaque nor blind nor ignorant. The Source contains all possibilities… knows all possible outcomes. Nothing is pre-ordained. Nothing is foreknown. Our freedom of choice & our choice changes the way the Creation flows not least for how our individual spiritual life unfolds. There is no better symbol for this reality than the circle. The disc of the sun is the highest possible image. The Source. The Sun. The Circle. One.

CHALICE

Brothers & Sisters there is great mystery in the reason for our births. Let go of the details of your day to day life. You feel the path lead out from beneath your feet. In the Legend, Arthur & his Knights left the security of the kingdom to search for the golden cup from which Christ drank at the Last Supper. The Holy Grail was not a real chalice but the symbol of purity... the possibility of redemption... of being baptized with the Divine Spirit. That anointing takes the form of Light & Love & is felt in the flow of pure water. There is no destination my friends only the fearless journey into the Light.... the journey you have always been on.

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Lotus

The flower of the Virgin Mary floats luminous on the muddy ponds of the world. Nightly, the white petals fall one by one in the moon light onto the dark blue surface of time. The flower on which Brahma the Creator reclines & creates all that is with the languorous grace of certainty. The flower from which Osiris the Egyptian God of Reincarnation emerges. The closed lotus of Green Tara, yearning for the opening of awareness. The full bloom of White Tara embodying the moment of Enlightenment. Look around you. Everywhere.... signs that we are guided & protected. Walk in Beauty.

ACE OF CUPS

The longer I live my life the more I know the only life worth living is the spiritual life. The material world... the world of the day to day becomes less & less important. I see evidence of the Divine in all things around me. I strive to live my life... all aspects of my life as if each & every action... each & every interaction has deep spiritual significance. Light, Love & the miracle of water which in fact is the essence, the true blood of Life itself, are the three principles that sustain me.  I surrender. I accept. I have experienced the abiding baptism of the Beauty of the Source. It nourishes me. It sustains me. It allows me to enter into the Truth.

GREY EYES

 The Divine reveals Itself to us in the gaze of infinite faces. Most of the faces we recognize are no more or less than reflections of our own perception of ourselves. Are we made in the image of God? Or is God made in the image of us? In the parthenon of Athens stood a forty foot statue of Athena the Goddess of Wisdom. The Queen of Swords sits on a throne much like the throne Athena sat upon... sits upon. As a male of the species Homo Sapiens I imagined the Divine to have a masculine form. More & more I bow in complete humility to the creative principle of the Divine Feminine the fertile mysterious field underlying everything. The Queen of Swords... Athena the grey-eyed... two faces of the Divine.

SWORD & CHAINS

My truth is not your truth. Your truth is not my truth. Neither of our truths more than approximates the deep truth that underlies the surfaces, in the depths of the Creation. We are set free by that truth but not by proclaiming any ownership of it. Systems of thought, ideologies, religions, philosophies, mythologies, all proclaim themselves as vessels of truth. Each is merely a sketch... a draft... a hypothesis of the deep abiding principle that underpins all that is. When I say "I live in the mystery" 

  I affirm the point of view that my truth... my vision is very slight. The deeper truth is beyond my grasp. It takes humility to relinquish my version of the truth. I live in the mystery of the truth that enfolds all truth.