Landed Earthling Seeks Sacred Space beyond this Profane Time

or
¿why I remain joyful in the face of terrible circumstances?

A joyful countenance
clamouring towards
one’s light
wet as water
dark as pitch
plumbing pitfalls
a candle to the cradle
or the fallen along whose wrong longs to belong
potentiates

profound

possibilities.

The inspiration fuel substance is necessarily a concretion of desires stoked and fulfilled by the discovering creator’s soul.  Joyful energies emanate during its soaring flights above and beyond the trajectories of complacent daily hues that prejudicially colour certain aspects of Divine Creation as negative or anathematic to attainment of the Divine.  It is these joys, innocent yet eternally uplifting shouts of “of course we still can!”, that coalesce in my generated momentum the crucial centripetal vortex in spacetime necessary to sustain the critical amassing of new energies into coherent physical matter.

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Mightlies

mightly  Adjective fr.Old English mihtlīċ ‎(possible, able, capableSwedish maktlig (powerful). MightilyVery.

The format of the painter is almost always an excuse for anything to happen. If not tempted by newness, applying learned consciousness to the lived experience of reality engages the living co-creative process, the circumstance of existence to which we unerringly and continually find ourselves awakening, here & there, now & then, within & without, with our very Selves.

Focused intentions enjoin our eternally greater cardinal causative Self with our temporarily lesser ordinary physical selves. In this mutally co-creative art of active perception / perceptive action, right here and now, conscious choices engender the space and time sufficient & substantial enough for us all to learn The Secret: namely, that we receive the objective reality offered to (or, in lieu, mirrored by) our subjective perceptions.

Lifetimes of myriad daily interactions in our relationships with ourselves and with others integrate into a temporally ‘unaffected’ perception that eternally seeks higher degrees of freedom.  Applying oneself to the task of enjoining in the perceptions we choose to receive and integrate into our various modes of interactions allows us to learn that what we receive is in fact the product of what we offer to the objects of our perception.

In other words, the “other” that serves to allow one’s Self to reflect outwardly, to actually perceive, to see, to sense, so that there exists something outside of oneself – beyond Shiva’s ‘I’ – with which I being myself may temporally interact as I learn to choose and choose to learn, is actually just Shiva’s fractal eternally re-manifest form, Shakti, ultimately glowing, growing and going to reveal the Ultimate Observer to its Self, beyond all cause, choice or circumstance.

So of course to truly see the Other, however one defines It, one looks within oneself – one’s Self – to grow a conscious awareness that can be validated, guided and directed by feeling one’s way through one’s heart, listening for the body’s felt responses, its sensitivity to resonate with certain frequencies (even especially those all-too-familiar lessons and events recurrently recycled by our emotional and unmindful reactions and unconscious choices) before engaging the overtasked mind with its relentless stream of words, forever only formulated and applied after-the-fact, no matter the fact.

Here is a wonderful guided-visualisation / body-centred exercise to help kick-start explorations in directed feeling and intuitive listening to one’s Self, courtesy Kim Hutchison and The Richie Allen Show posted earlier today (1 Dec 2015).

Love all ways!

Poetic Post Script

A joyful countenance
clamouring towards
one’s light
wet as water
dark as pitch
plumbing pitfalls
a candle to the cradle
                  or the fallen along whose wrong longs to belong
potentiates

profound

possibilities.

The inspiration fuel substance is necessarily a concretion of desires stoked and fulfilled by the discovering creator’s soul.  Joyful energies emanate during its soaring flights above and beyond the trajectories of complacent daily hues that prejudicially colour certain aspects of Divine Creation as negative or anathematic to attainment of the Divine.  It is these joys, innocent yet eternally uplifting shouts of “of course we still can!”, that coalesce in my generated momentum the crucial centripetal vortex in spacetime necessary to sustain the critical amassing of new energies into coherent physical matter.

Landed Earthling Seeks Sacred Space
beyond this profane time of judgment