Art-As-Therapy Experience

We did NOT fall from grace. We fell into it! WE are naked; stripped of our plans, ploys and plots. We have descended in order to ascend beyond what we were before. Neither are we without the definitive expression of celestial love. Divorced from the hideous ability to cow and cringe, we stand tall in our choice to experience it all: raw and real! Death does not frighten us, in the least. WE are endowed with two highly charged emotions {grace and love} which are eternally, cosmically powerful consuming vibrations. We understand and accept the responsibility that, like the burning bush, we are not able to look upon the true face of our pitiful dependent, whining selves and live. We live, move, breathe and have our being in these exalted states, realizing they are experimental realms needful for exemplary Earth existence. With grace and love, we reside in total detachment, steadfastness, and independence. We do not crave the attention or comfort of another. We KNOW we abide in continual perfected resolution, ineffable beauty and passionate delight. We are experiencing a delirious manifestation of human form as a divine vehicle of inexplicable rapture. Sublime, sensual, sacred, sanctified sexual Desire is what propels and sustains us; without it, we are pretty much inert vessels.

Vanity drills holes in our personality. Unmistakable holes which cannot be filled or repaired. We live and project vanity in everything we do, say or contact. Intellect usually constructs its own particular flavor and version of vanity, bringing with it an inability to admit being wrong. WE set conditions on ourselves and others as a means of trying to control, or at the very least, govern the favorable outcome

We try so hard to prove to others how “good’ we are when in fact we KNOW, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the hideous projections we produce are the “not yet remedied” facets of our own dislocated soul’s plea for authentic expression. We have ‘gone along’ with the ridiculous program of human bonding for so long that we have almost convinced ourselves of the meaning behind the veil. If it were not for the shallowness of our own guileful intent, we may even buy the farm on the deal.

We all use various guileful ways, means and methods to conceal what is beneath. We do not feel at liberty to expose the inner ramblings of our perturbed thoughts for fear of being rejected by the convention of society’s demand for domestication. Although we adorn the outside as an attempt to influence, woo and allure, the masking apparel is but a feeble short lived submission to attain acceptance. What can not be wrapped is the only thing that is real and makes its indomitable presence felt!

Do you have your ticket? Have you bought your seat? Are you ready to go? Have you been sitting on ready just waiting for the streamlined silver bullet of success to show up at your door step? The truth is: for all of our lives, we have been preparing and been made ready for the inevitable train that would carry us to this sort of glory. I am not talking about the hereafter, either. I am talking about the glory that is associated with pure unadulterated passionate artistic living, now!
What we have been so patiently waiting for, and, for some of us NOT so patiently waiting has arrived! Yes, it is here. Some may even say we have been waiting for our ship to come in. Well, fellas, the long awaited bow of the ship peaks over the horizon and guess what? We are sailing on it!
What? I think you left me at the harbor, Paula! Not so. It happens when we are not looking. Now, why do you suppose it happens like that? In a ridiculous way, we never even imagined or expected; a way so alien to us, we could not have possibly conjured it up? It happens because we are made ready to meet ourselves in our full unabated splendor! With each inexplicable incident that has ever occurred to us, we were being fashioned for the appointed slot.
Yes, I said we were sculpted to meet the multifarious, inexplicably talented, incorrigibly artistic and unmistakably generous and incredibly passionate person we have always been but never took the time to get to know. We were too busy trying to do anything else; that usually meant working on a j.o.b. (just over broke), to concentrate on what really mattered to us.
Most especially, negating the fact it mattered enough to share it with everyone else. When we spend so much muddling time, mindless effort and disinterested inclination to do what we THINK we need to do in order to survive, the tainted, blemished result is that we develop a mindset of poverty. A Brain Freeze Poverty, in fact, that starves and paralyzes us!
Did you get it? I am talking about devoting yourself to the great work of YOU, which means giving of yourself and your innate talent without attachment or desired outcome. It is the only portion of your life that matters. Your innate seed of purpose, while breathing the almost 80% nitrogen infused atmosphere, incorporating the unlikely venture, no matter what it looks like to others remains the only thing you can or ever will do to establish your necessary rhythm of subjective meaning.

We have no control over why, what, how,when, where or who we are attracted to. That distinct sacred artistic expression lies deeply at the base of the individual and will find its ‘natural and convenient’ expression without consultation or approval. The eye of erotic response forever seeks its benefactor.

We are not (out of order) outside of the situation in which we have been placed but play an integral part in its extraordinary design. We were birthed into a particular dispensation of time and space for a evolving sphere of influential power. Just as bacteria serves a life-supporting viable purpose, so too, do the environmental factors support and further our destinies. Our paths are designated, in such a mysterious manner, so that we may find our ‘selected spur’ to hinder, confuse and confine. One writer called it the “thorn in the flesh.” We could not survive or thrive anywhere else but where we are located, with whom we are involved

We see what we WANT to see and block out everything else. Depending upon our own personal experiences, do the spiteful demons of mindless neglect and abandonment in memory take hold. We tend to carry blame and shame for way too long. We either exalt our participation (hero) or debase our involvement (victim), in the situation, based upon why, what, when, where, how and to whom we are relaying the incident. We rarely recognize that our own guileful motives set the stage before and after our arrival