Why Do I Like Apples…so much?

If Apples = Men

I like Apples because:

I seek nourishment; because I am wired to; They help me know myself…They are delicious, food, natures medicine, full of nutrients, sunlight and vital forces…

Because I am Eve.
It is my lot to love an Apple!
Because from the Dawn of Time
I have known Apples to be
the source of my existence
and this is my sin!
My confusion, my knowing
that blocks out the One Central Thing
that makes me cover myself in shame;
The thing is
that I forgot that
The Apple is NOT GOD;
but the fruit of knowing God in man!
But I must learn this lesson well;
for many years, have I been deluded
By God; that Father,
God, that Son,
and I… The Ghost!
the mere ghost…
I set myself to wandering
alone in the desert,
no mortal man to hold me;
Inviolable, untouchable in my torment.

I sought for the apple tree within
and found only you, you and
you, again…
But you are NOT GOD
So how can I be SO mistaken?

So I know GOD through Apples
but do I know, can I know GOD
directly, by my own lights?
Can I come, finally, naked
open handed, surrendered
and say
God, I looked for you everywhere
But I found only Apples!
They are sweet but they are not you,
and I am mere Mortal;
Wounded and seeking
comfort.

This Apple would only feed me
for so long, but I seek
life eternal, life beyond life
I seek your Source now;
only you.
I no longer seek Apples.
They are what they are;
They appear, are eaten
or being eaten by other insects
and I feel abundant.
But there is only one
after all…
The Apple Tree itself belongs to You!

March 28th 2017

I wrote this after a long and painful night letting go my attachment to a friend. I love him dearly but it is not time for us to go beyond the simplicity of friendship. I accept this, though it hurts me greatly. I’m sure the pain is cleansing. Ouch. Healing HURTS!!!

Earlier in the day whilst we were hanging out he looked for a bag of apples and couldn’t find them. Later he told me he had found them after all. I said I wanted his apple! Ha! Anyway, we played with the metaphor of apples representing men… and he asked my why I loved apples so much?

I had to pause and really think about this one, (hence the title) and the depth I found was actually quite religious in it’s tone. Quite. I thought, yes! This love with attachment is what hurts. It would do me well to reconnect with my source energy and stop mooning over him like he would be all the answers to my emptiness. Maybe he would be for a while, but then, when I’ve eaten his flesh and sucked him dry… then what…?

Back to the apple tree…

Eye Of Horus: Bird God Sees All

When I fly high
i see all of humanity
locked in its own embrace
trying to curl in
upon itself
and carry on sleeping
but….
its time to wake up
from our slumber
and call to arms
the armies of angelic host
to help us conquor our own fear

Right now

Awaken your vision….

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Live, Work, Play Together: Digging For Diamonds…Minecraft & Love…

“The place God calls us to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet”

Frederick Buechner

The Minecraft Model of Viewing & Navigating Relationships…

A relationship is a BIOME created by two separate yet intertwined BIOMES.

Our own conditions; internal weather (moods), agendas (hopes?), desires and intentions, shape the feeling landscape in which we navigate and perceive our own BIOME.

When two or more BIOMES interact, the dynamics are expanded and more complex and therefor require even more skillful navigation.

The landscape changes as the map expands, and new territory will bring new challenges; fears, excitement, the lure of adventure.

And yet when night falls and we are surrounded by zombies, we ether must fight them or return to home base and sleep.

But what if we have no bed, or can’t find it?

RUN or FIGHT…?

Hide or ?…

In the heat of battle we are only as good as our last blow…

…and what if we die?

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Parallel Worlds?

Isn’t this a bit how we see our relationships at times? When in crisis we feel like we are literally fighting monsters. How do we make the landscape safe? We can’t.

The best we can do is to keep on with the awareness that we are dealing with a different landscape, in the other person.

There will be differing climate conditions for them, and it’s worth remembering always that they are fighting their own battles and mining for their own diamonds.

We are not the ‘same’ but we are in the same ‘game’.

Essentially we all want the same thing though we will get it in different ways.

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What makes sense is to remember the differences in context with the similarities. What does this look like in practice? Holding two different control sticks?

Life is like a handset; how skillfully we use the controller will define how well the game goes for us.

When we are learning how to navigate relationships, we must remember that we may be a bit cack-handed at first, and to forgive ourselves and others for our lack of skill.

A good game player will forgive you your inconsistencies, if you remember the game is the game and to keep on smiling and having fun.

Admittedly, it may be traumatic to lose all your stuff every time you die, but really, those little deaths are really no big deal.

Little deaths are about letting go. Letting go of being ‘right’, just for the moment. Letting go of the moral high ground, just for the moment (or forever!).

So your ego is a bit battered right now… So what? that’s just dents in your armour!

Get back in the game with good humour as soon as possible and keep on learning those skills like non-violent communication, reflective listening, meditation, nutrition… you have to think of everything to be a good citizen of Minecraft and, of the world!

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For more parallels between Minecraft and ‘life’ check this out!

Minecraft versus String Theory

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Creative Surgery 101: Accepting & Learning About Our Creative Block

When blocked…

…carry on! But not at what you are blocked at!

….. do something different, get into a better feeling but allow the sense of being blocked to tell you, teach you, reach you… don’t fight it… it may be that you are knackered and need to slow down and listen to your body; take a break, make a video, do a course, download a new book or ten, go for a walk every day for a month?

Do something or do nothing, whatever you do, do it consciously. Oh today I feel like quitting all my jobs. Well, do it, mentally first. Try it out first on paper; what does it feel like? what are you actually trying to achieve that is eluding you?

Talk about it! Talk to whoever loves you enough to listen. Say that you really appreciate their time and say you don’t need solutions; only to be heard. Your block wants to be heard!

On your own? No bother; talk to the cosmic forces, the page, your higher self, the angels or ascended masters; it makes no difference. Your block wants to be heard. It needs to hear itself! It needs fluffed up and separated out of it’s knot.

De-knot. Loosen up. Tease it out. Talk to the page, a video camera, a voice recorder a mirror… whatever you can lay your hands on, use it to find out what your block wants to say!

The blocked state has as much to teach us about ourselves as our states of flow. Be kind to yourself when you are in it and respect the process, gently moving in a zig zag pattern out and away, we shift our focus until we can see the bigger picture.

It’s tactical. This is the art of the gentle war.

Peace will come again… never fear.

x

a red headed woman holds a seedling sprout and contemplates destiny

what an artist does for you…

what is all the fuss about? why are artists worth so much in some circles of life and worth so little in others?

the answer is quite clear. and it’s not remotely to do with some magical mysterious talent…though it helps.

it’s about love.

really?

yeah. and this applies to us all. artists happen to be some of the first in line to feel the edge of evolution. we go out on a limb so to speak, and bring back the psychic bacon…the soul food for nourishment of all.

we are arbiters of change and flying shamans. we are cosy in our bubbles where we see the cosmic dance played out before our inner retinas.

we put our visions down, fresh from the universal soup into some kind of reason upon canvas with all manner of colours and textures.

and those of us who know how to allow ourselves to love this weird thing that we do, know how to thrive. we are juicy and full of life because we’ve invested in our spiritual connection.

an artists job is merely to remind you who you are.

you are all the paintings and beautiful sunsets throughout time.

you are the dew drop on petal and the cold glint on metal.

you are light and being beyond this physical appearance, mere density of vibration.

a painting then, is like a map. if it resonates with you then it is yours to cherish.

talk to the artist. she wants to serve you. she wants to enliven your world with the visions she incubates.

without you, her audience, there is no reason.

a hopeful looking woman leans into an invisible wind that blows her very being away as she disintegrates in waves of rippling vibrations though she looks brightly into the future model is uk artist phoebe thomasson photo art by adam white photography copyright 2015 awp and pt
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model: phoebe thomasson

sat nam. (truth is my name.)

a bare tree about to burst into life photo by phoebe thomasson

I Once Believed

…that you were better than me
…that you had it easier than me
…that you worked harder than me
…that you had something I did not
…that we were worlds apart

then…

I looked inside
and found my best
was good enough
that I too had it easier
than those before me
that I too worked hard
that I too had something special
that we stood beside each other
traveling companions
not enemies.

31 Dec 2014

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The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer

Your going to love this…..

The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer

a hopeful looking woman leans into an invisible wind that blows her very being away as she disintegrates in waves of rippling vibrations though she looks brightly into the future model is uk artist phoebe thomasson photo art by adam white photography copyright 2015 awp and pt

How Art is Going to Save the World

Higher functioning human beings that don’t destroy themselves are usually very creative. In fact, the more creative, the better you’re appreciation for life will inevitably be. The creative see, look, problem solve, innovate, risk take (but not with others’ lives hopefully) and are generally quite brave people. The processes all involve developing the relationship with life that engenders respect. Those who respect don’t harm. So who better suited for leaders, protectors and the guardians of life than those who are appreciating it in all its diverse splendour?

Let the most creative people solve the biggest problems on earth and in no time at all we will make world peace.

There is a book out at the moment and I’ve just downloaded it because I’m impatient like that. It’s called Infinite Progress: How the Internet and Technology will End Ignorance, Disease, Poverty, Hunger and War by Byron Reese. It was by serendipity that I came across his mention in a local magazine.

Here is his website if you want to know more. http://byronreese.com/

Let me know what you think if you read his book. The title alone gives me hope. I’m off to start now but let me leave you with a brief thought.

If we can believe in ourselves enough as people, the net result will be a web of belief that spans around the world. If we can believe that we can and should sort this all out, then perhaps we will see that despite the strength of cosmic and earthly winds, we, masters of survival, innovation and evolution are very talented at making stuff happen with intention.

Like it or not, we’re in it for the long haul, so we may as well put a smile on our face and fly into the wind like it’s no big thing. We’re all naturals.

Phoebe

acrylic painting by phoebe thomasson abstract blue brown winter colours

To Do List: Cultivation

Today I need to….

Cultivate Strength, one hour at a time.
Cultivate Bravery, to meet my own weaknesses.
Cultivate Determination to overcome my limitations.
Cultivate Fitness I wish, that I may lift you up.
Cultivate Perspective that this is my journey; destination unknown.
No-one else is on it with me unless I share it.

I hit a bit of a crisis today. Things went pear shaped for a minute, but I remembered that I could choose how things went by my response. I remembered that I have a choice, always. I can respond negatively or creatively.
I chose to allow myself my full gamut of feeling, as insane as it was for a minute, then throttle back and consider what was being said to me. Consider how I could change my perspective and see things in a more hopeful way.
I ended up giving myself the pep talk I was looking for externally. The thing is that it’s never as good from someone else. Our own reassurance or ‘inner sense’ is definitely tailor made for us if we can muster the space to talk intelligently to ourselves.
I also realized that I don’t need to tolerate my acting the fool, inside and out if it’s not productive. I can tell that stupid voice to shut up if I think it is being unreasonable. In short, I can control my own mind, then no-one else need do it for me.

….Cultivate trust in myself.

a face is obscured by black shards mixed media collage by uk contemporary artist phoebe thomasson

The Silent Killer; Get Down You Inner Censor….

The inner censor is the killer on the loose in our psyches.

How do we know it’s there?… Well we don’t to start with, but if you have tried to be consistently creative and failed to keep up stamina then it might be that, like me you suffer from a strict inner censor.

The censor is very much alive in the outer world at the moment. I won’t go into it because either you know what I’m talking about because you listen to the news and it’s not my focus here.

The inner censor is the real enemy and the outer manifestation is the proof that the energy is alive and kicking in our culture.

Why does the censor do what it does? Why does it kill the creative impulse?

Because it hates imperfection. Because it loathes chaos. Because it detests the uncontrollable.

Any time we have an idea that we just can’t do something about may be a symptom that the censor is in control. The gateway is very narrow if the censor is in command as it is a mean gatekeeper that only allows the acceptable through. It has a long list of what is acceptable, but an even longer one of that which isn’t.

In the creative life we need to channel the crap as well as the good stuff. This is for the creative zone where putting our thoughts on paper is a safety net for our fears. What we do with it afterwards is another matter but unless we can get it through the gates in the first place is a matter of re-education.

We need to gently take the censor to one side and give it a bribe.

If you let more through the gates, I promise, the quality and standard of my work will improve and increase in ways you never thought possible. Do me a favour mate and look the other way when I have a crappy idea. I can’t get to the good stuff hiding underneath unless you let this through.

The censor will probably consider this a feasible option. Just make sure you make it work for its living and don’t let it rule the roost.

You’re in charge!