Art-As-Therapy Experience

We deliberately place things, situations, people in our lives, in various slots, and we expect them to stay there. Not only do we not want them to move but we expect them to be docilely happy in the assigned position they occupy while residing with us. Not necessarily so. Life is not static nor are things and people supposed to remain in the same slot. After a while, stagnant dust will accumulate, immobility carves its damage while the rust of disinterest corrodes. People grow weary. With seasons of change, things, events and people, most especially, evolve. The facts do not refute: sexual energy converts to another form unlike what was initially present. Like the rain which turns to ice, the winter storms can not be prevented. We, as part of the cyclic spin, must be willing to accept potential, uncomfortable impeding movement (change), as it occurs, without interference/imposition. Banish entrenched ideas of continued bliss, forevermore. Patterns of familiar security and guaranteed involvement, {we have planted in our brain} bleed into the river of erroneous futility. Shatter the imposed boundaries. Move around expansively and encourage others to do the same. There is so much life giving freedom/beauty in the rearrangement of not serving as tyrannized wardens!

The inconsolable trauma of spurious conviction makes for an unrelenting nightmare of inconsistent fortitude. What does this mean, exactly? When we try to convince ourselves of the importance or significance, that some thing, person, place or event, which has no or little value to us, is suppose to register-log in- an elevated relevance for us, we dig for ourselves a living grave with perfect dimensions Nothing could be more nauseating and foul-smelling than that of our following a self-projected false path of disdainful pretentiousness. We are so good at creating, maintaining, and worshiping idealized illusions. Our formidable, unshackled mind demands irreversible commitment without apology, defense, excuse and explanation. When we proceed with any less than a-strip my body bare with the truth-conviction, we have denied ourselves the value of demonstrable authentic sublime humanity. It’s a dastardly crying shame that most often times, people will not forgive the ones who, not necessarily meaning to, disturb their cherished illusions.

When we observe something, we can only see what is inside our minds! Nothing tangible exists on the outside. Every object we reach for has been formulated, refined and exhibited from within the boundaries our spiraling construct of energies. Unfortunately, at times, we recall the object, scene or person from a crystallized memory (ideas we have attached) instead of actually seeing what is before our eyes. As in relationships, we can only see in the other what we are in the midst of ‘tumbling and rumbling’ in ourselves. To mistakenly ascribe elevated beauty or or dismal wretchedness to something outside of ourselves proves to be fruitless, fanatical and false. To experience the true moment of joy in another we must be able to observe the miraculous, magical mystery contained within the Rose of Sharon blooming spontaneously within.

Our days pass in a blur with little remembrance of what actually took place. We tell and retell the ‘combat’ relationship stories according to our physical needs and emotional barometers at the time. Too often we blaze by the hours without ever having shown up for the circumstances. We either bemoan or elevate the importance; never taking the time simply to be in the midst of the “gracious operation’ of divine intent for soul’s experience in composite gratitude.

Secrets make and keep us sick! They castrate us. We do not recover from that which we hide beneath; first, from ourselves and then, from others. When we lead what could be described as a double life, we inadvertently create a devouring monster who robs us us of our youth, health, mind, body, sex appeal, and ability to communicate authentically. We MUST speak our truth! No matter what we have done or are currently involved in, we are compelled to release the acidic burden; demonstrate the deforming truth-because it has been denied expression- of which it represents. It MATTERS to us or we wouldn’t be doing it. So, why are we going to such lengths to hide it? Precious moments are lost due to some arbitrarily vested need to conceal. We must reveal the torrential wrath of self-condemnation. Get rid of the self-loathing shackles binding us! Not in confession, but in a de-assing liberating, cleansing sweep of deliberate force which, up until this point, has strangled and carved an unnecessary severe judgement/verdict to “in us”!

Unrestrained Restlessness acts as a definitive sign dormant talent is seeking verifiable expression. Boredom indicates a need to vent artistic energy in new unexpressed avenues. Circumstances which arise in your daily walk, in any manner, that seem disturbing, uneasy, uncomfortable difficult, or embarrassing are indicative of profound unearthed artistic gifts. Receive the impromptu movement without judgment and/or pre-determined disdain. Doubt not that which faces you. Recognize and follow the falling in the gutter episodes as those necessary to awaken you from the slumber of numbed indifference preventing you from seeing the inspiringly creative state you currently reside in. When enough of a putrid stench envelops your nose, you will move away from it, replacing it with a sweet, more pleasant, desired, fragrance. In other words, you NEED the wretchedly nauseating decomposition to propel. Unless you are drenched in the foul odor, you will not recognize the sublime, sensual, divine scent of the unexplored as it beckons you to respond. Until you sink nose deep into the perfumed despair of self-loathing decaying stink, you will remain virtually paralyzed!

“Here I Am’, we declare with full cognizant expression! We want to be seen, heard, acknowledged and recognized for the unique contributions we think we make. The generating impetus for our appearance in the world is to be embraced and accepted. “We want to connect with others and share our lives.” Or, so we say. And, yet when it comes right ‘smack down’ to the middle of the cake of reality, we are only in the batter for what we get out of it. If it doesn’t benefit us, we want no part of the finished product. The very least we can expect is a little respect and appreciation, right? Instead…

It is always that which we turn away from that turns directly inside of us.Gaze deeply into the mirror of your own fear of revelation. Yes, It is, no doubt, stark, ugly, distorted, barren and screaming for definition. When we consciously decide that we do not need or want a particular object, person or event to be part of our constructed reality, we make a broad statement of our detoured intended direction as a means of escape from a devouring truth. What is it we think we are capable of interpreting as unimportant? By what unbiased means do we measure?