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I know i am not a ‘technically good’ artist, and this piece is one of those that renders my abilities childlike. I have boxes full of ‘spiritual art’ and they seem to largely come out like that. Mostly I am just sketching to bridge build or understand something personally so it matters not 🙂 ❤

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The writing within the picture says

‘There is a seed
A growing fire
That is the connection

Perhaps they are us in prayer or enlightened dream
All of us collectively or all of our one self
in our myriad moment and ‘verses.
Sons and daughters of Eternity and Infinity
forming in the Golden Light of Divine Creation’.

Some people know of my ‘Tinhat’ quandry.
I have been visited by, worked with and dreamt about guides in many forms from Jesus to a frog.
Three times in my life, in dreams and journey work I have met ‘Light Being’ collectives or groups. The first time I was pretty much terrifed, could only feel my own fear and couldn’t move. I was unsettled for a long time following it The second time I was not terrified and able to feel the waves of love eminating from them and learnt/was shown the interaction between them and ‘ordinary’ reality, and the third time I traveled through a light tunnel and on my arrival realised the tunnel was my connection to either my own light body or one that was being lent to me and I was a part of the collective during that visit.
My quandry ever since has been one of ‘knowing’ that they help raise levels of benevolence, kind action, love and graceful understanding in ‘ordinary reality’ and having what I consider a pretty super strong ego that clamours on about Free Will.

I heard a lady called Christina Donnell talking on BatGap a few days ago and she is a lucid and prophetic dreamer and mentioned something that spoke to me about who Light Beings and Angels perhaps are.

It’s prettier in person than my camera or I are able to capture.

Brené Brown Authenticity/Spirituality

If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.
Brené Brown

Spirituality is recognizing and celebrating that we are all inextricably connected to each other by a power greater than all of us, and that our connection to that power and to one another is grounded in love and compassion. Practicing spirituality brings a sense of perspective, meaning and purpose to our lives.
Brené Brown

We are self defined
So slowly
As we physically grow
That our mind
Thinks that there is organic stability
And systematic process
To who we are.

A cause
Perhaps a choice
A timeline
An outcome

But that’s just the small stuff
Increments small enough
growth seems organic.

Often, who we are
Jumps from one track  to another
Instantly
No warning
No process

And sometimes it’s huge

We are no longer who we were

On reflection

When I change my mind about something

Encompass a wider perspective

A new idea

My mind tells me

That is growth.

 

Standing back from a mirror

Or as close as I can

Taking in more and more reflected horizon

Or scrutinising a detail

Renders nothing in the mirror

Real.

Meteor Strike

See them coming
Hot fast burning projectiles
Know the crippled spinning sobbing wreck they leave.

Watch weeping growth
Hot salt tears and labouring howls
that accompany
Painful tearing re-birth
Of new energy and realisations.

Weak and new-ing
Un-sure and grateful.

Meteors leave no wreckage

Just a ragged gaping hole.

In numb raw terrifying silence
Fleeting almost images of who I was
Occasionally try to surface
Find no anchor

In any reality

Asking to Surrender

Loving is not by choice
It just is
Process of being.
Process of life.

Sometimes I can choose to not fall
To not flow
As hard and fast as I might
By simply trusting that
All will be loved
And it is not always me to be that lover.

I remember when every witnessing of beauty or aching loneliness
Filled me with that particular pressure.

Sometimes, falling tears through me
Breaks the banks
I am rendered by its might
And open fully wide, trusting
All is being loved
That moment I am grateful lover.

Unrequited love gave me the tenderest gift
Of surrender to love rather than permission to.

Hafiz Says:

“Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so tender.

My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.”

Any need of God
I witness in myself
Is my need for permission
To let this most delicate, deep and devine Love
Flow
Tear through
Break my banks.

Love’s fathomless surrender
Is this might.

 

Asking for surrender
Is like asking for freedom ❤

a.m.

Sitting in this old shell
Absent to my whole self
Easily distracted
From all I am not feeling
Silence in my centre is scratchy and empty
and no guidance.

What what what is it I want to feel?
Not this knot
Not the knot in my forehead
Or the one in my side
Not the screaming, yelling energy in my arms and heart
Not these tears of absence grief

This I know is misdirection
This angry clawing is a smoke screen
…not a movement.
Just beyond it, behind it, in it
Is  light,  love
freedom.

Sitting here as this cell
Light  shines
all things
Song  sings heart
and windowed wings
Silence in all noise brings. ❤

Sisters

This beautiful bump is now a baby! ❤

So here we are
Sisters
Now moving into
the Sisterhood of Motherhood! 🙂 ❤

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