Where images speak the truth your mind has been avoiding.
Art is not decoration. Art is revelation.
Art-As-Therapy Session
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Stopping Point
Sometimes we face some ‘pretty hard times’ in our lives. We are abruptly forced to stop going in the direction we are currently headed. For one reason or another, our plans get fouled up or destroyed altogether. But, nevertheless ‘all things happen for divine reasons’ that are not obvious at the place where we experience them. Pain is the clearest indication that we are being reworked.
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Minding My Own Business
When one is tune with the nature of his/her own business, he/she is oblivious to the other matters transpiring. To be so fully engaged in the glorious rapturous moment brings with it a replenishing peace that passes all understanding. Nothing matters as much as being totally involved in the present moment. “Graze your grass; it’s particular taste is designed for your palate, alone.”
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Family Secrets
Trees have roots; that’s what makes them grow tall and extend out. Dependent upon the marred complexity of our family roots, do our unique destinies flourish. It was Emerson who said”…the height of the sail is dependent upon the depth of the base…” (paraphrased) No matter what shame or discomfort we maintain within the family tree, we must in essence be grateful from where/whence we originated. IT is the rich manure we needed to grow the fragrant roses we enjoy!
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Razor Aspects
We, as mortals, are in a constant state of denial. Faced by possible debilitating choices throughout the day we seek that which is the easiest or seems to provide the least risky avenue. We want to be assured. Although we continuously try to cut for ourselves the largest slice of the pie, we inadvertently base our decisions on distorted fearful motivations of past events. Instead, we could explore new razor sharp spontaneous actions.
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Passionate Flight of the Fireflies
Sexual attractions occur each second! We are not in control of whom we will be attracted to or who attracts us. We are fertilized with scared sexual artistic energy that pulsates, vibrates, and gyrates relentlessly. The sparks fly and to deny the passion is to shut a door that would open a portal of surprising elements of unearthed interest and intrigue.
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Impotence
It is, what it is, and what it is don’t concern me. What pathetic liars we are! We are no longer interested. Yet, we refuse to accept our part in it. We indifferently continue to push, strive, contend, manipulate and coerce- in vain hopes-that something-(it) will change and stimulate an energy of some sort that matters.. But, the fact remains, we have lost the inspired zeal of divine thrust in the direction we are headed. We are so hypnotized by the auto pilot setting we usually run on, we can’t recognize that our flame didn’t just flicker; it went out! In other words, the winds shifted while we were busy conspiring over the outcome. Instead of acknowledging the ‘change of venue”, we try to force our plan, forge our way, shove our ideas, {with absolutely no enthusiasm} pound our point past the realm of obnoxiousness. We get angry and don’t exactly know why or with whom. Ha. When we wimp (sulk) we limp (fill with superficial hype). Why not just accept the morbidly cold/numb facts: We changed our minds!
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Fantasy Harbor
We see what we want (based upon personal experiences, emotional episodes, language syntax, vocabulary of internal meaning) to see; nothing more, nothing less. In actuality, we don’t see with our eyes but with our brains. Though complicated and complex to explain, the idea is we pull from an incredulous memory bank ‘of sort’ to identify and relate [ the object being viewed] for our personalized interpretation. In other words, our vision is highly distorted, biased and preferential. Our eyes betray us all the time! What do you see?
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Sexual Gluttony
We, as human beings, are voraciously indulgent pleasure seeking creatures! We are instinctively driven by deeply embedded erotic sensual needs that demand our attention. By neglecting or denying their ‘sense of urgency’ muted tones, a physical/mental mortal combat ensues. We are stimulated by the thrilling edge of unknown horizons in forbidden sensuality. Ah! How we yearn for the ecstatic privilege to contact/engage the egregious primal roar…then, release it’s euphoric orgasmic sigh of creation.
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Unfinished Business
We are all doing our time on earth! There are some of us who literally remain behind invisible bars all of the days of our lives. Then, there are those who are figuratively placed in confining jail cells, yet are freer than we. Why should this be the case? It shouldn’t. But, as long as we blame others, criticize our progression or failures, have a ‘lust of result’ for what will be, we will remain locked up forever in the cell of expectation of outer validation from which there is NO escape!
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Be Where Your Feet Are
You are exactly where you need to be for reasons you cannot see. You can be nowhere else except where your feet are planted. You are where you are because you are supposed to be there and nowhere else. Can you get with that? Your feet have brought you to this particular place in the here and now. Cannot run, cannot hide, cannot quit. That is not an option. This is it! You can be no other place, no matter what you would like to tell yourself.
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Has It Happened Yet
It was here before we got here. It is here while we are here. It will be here after we leave. We must get with it. It will not get with us. It remains constant. It materializes. It dissolves. It appears to change in the midst of finding its new rhythm and form. In the process of expansion, it remains still, unmoved and unaffected by apparent progression and development. It is life and life more abundant. It is death and death more pronounced.
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Disguised Concern
We all nefariously pretend. {Pretend to care, to be interested, to be listening, to be supportive} But, in reality, we are always looking at the end result and just how it may benefit us in some way. Nothing too shocking in that realization; greed, competition, comparison and gluttony are embedded deeply within human nature. However, there is another vain self-deception far worse which plays havoc with our minds: the insidious culprit waits patiently, ready to lunge in attack unsuspectingly, as soon as we deny the existence of such grievous traits. While we dramatically parade a paradoxical show of niceness in exchange of authenticity, we lose a little self-respect. It matters for one’s words to be in tune with one’s heart.
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Fractured Memories
We all carry fractured, tenuous, distorted memories. We build our current lives upon the blurred, disproportionate remnants of their exaggerated meaning. A Sobering, Sad fact: the infested, subjective, content seems to loom larger as the years go by! We tend to place unwarranted importance in their all-consuming, infiltrating, themes. (whether that be in elevating or denigrating the incidents) In other words, it matters not whether the memories are composed of harmful substance or glorified material, they suck the very life out of us, now! At times, we obsess; turning the-subject in memory-over and over in our minds, stating how it could/should have worked out differently than it did. As long as we pay homage to the scenes, identifying and registering them as some sort of idolized statures of significance, we are not showing up for what has been assigned to/for/upon us in the present moment. Even the best Memories are disproportionately deranged; and, we slide, saturated by paralyzing emotional sensation, into the mud of yesterday with them.
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Deliberate Devious Delivery
No act undertaken by man is without guile! We are always looking for the benefit, no matter how deliberately devious and clever we suppose ourselves to be in setting up the convenient, subjective convincing parameters of our paraded goodness. We want to believe we are guileless and that are motives are pure more importantly, we WANT others to believe it; but, nothing could be further from the truth. We say we are generous. But, WE are the ones who decide how, when, why, where, in what way and just how much our generosity will be dispersed. We only give away, what we no longer want, didn�t want to begin with, no longer have need of, or whatever will not place us in a bind by doing so. Our immovable-what is in it for me-resolve is indelibly stamped upon our character and will show its undeniable, irrefutable staged performance, in due space, on time, with expedient self-generated persuasive glory and much needed appreciation, hailed attention; and certainly, not without: a desired heavily applauded delivery
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Sitting On Top Of The World
When we are so united with the thing we are doing, that we cease to be; we have come to place of sublime surrender. Nothing else exists to excite or distract the mind! The exhausting chaos of proposed reality fades into sweet oblivion; we are set free. Our mind releases its determined intent of functional purpose ‘to find and solve problems’ and in its place, an indescribable delirious soulful joy descends. “Seek The Water”, always! Recognize, accept and honor the sanctified unity of wholeness, health, wealth, prosperity and peace undulating throughout.
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Soften the Blow
We do all we can to try to ‘soften the blow’ of the obsessive worry, dread and fear we associate with the unknown/unfamiliar aspects of our lives. Little do we realize and appreciate, there is no need for a net when we walk the tightrope of complete surrender.















