Posted in artistic, Inspiration, the Creator

Swimming in the Divine Flow

From the perspective of being an artist and previously, a teacher of art history, I’ve long wondered if the unconscious pursuit of art is to find God, or at least, try to understand God.  Recently, whilst watching the film Effie Gray, the character John Ruskin says just about the same thing and it got me thinking.

Is our exploration of the divine, our desire to pin down the Creator, ever going to be possible?  Because we are limited by our ability to perceive such an expansive and limitless energy.  And yet, we do have the potential to be able to touch the divine because we hold the energy signature within ourselves, every single one of us.  We came from the divine, we are of the divine, we just happen to have got so very out of touch with that expression of our being. 

To be in the divine flow allows us to experience a greater level of this incredible energy. And if we go deeper, we experience resonance. Is it at the point that we know oneness-with-all that we are resonating strongest?

The written word cannot go where art goes, art and music, they both have an abstract quality that frees them. Art is a symphony of colour and shape and music is being bathed in vibrations that awaken something buried within our nature. Both engage the emotions rather than intellect at their best. And as much as it is possible to channel the divine source through words, it’s not as easy to get out of the way and the palette we have to work with is smaller. Mozart channelled the divine source beautifully through his music, as does Lisa Gerrard today. And l’m sure Rumi did in his poetry with words. And yes, I feel that every true artist does that, from prehistoric cave paintings to Banksy.

I sense that this isn’t one for the intellect and yet, as I write now, my writing is of the intellect. This is a deeper realisation, an embodiment. Perhaps that’s why it has to be art. I think specifically of Vincent Van Gogh. I would have liked to have met him. I feel he had a profound passion for the divine burning within his soul, so strong that it burned him in his flesh. I can see very well how his painting was a search for the greatest truth, for the divine in life.

The next time you are looking at a work of art by an artist who has dedicated their life to their art, especially abstract art where ‘subject’ is not in the way, imagine you are looking at the divine. Imagine the frequency of the divine source is accessible to you through that image. Allow yourself to immerse yourself in it, walk into it. Put intellect, judgements and prejudices aside, just for a moment, and swim in it. And then, know that you can do the same with anything. With any scene, landscape, situation or experience because it’s all divine source.

Posted in artistic, divine magic, Granma Wisdom, Personal Story, spiritual skills and techniques, Storytelling

Meet Granma Wisdom

Have you noticed a few recent posts about a character called Granma Wisdom yet?  That’s becoming something of a theme, and it happened like this.

I was making my bed when I noticed a dialogue going through my head, it was the first Granma Wisdom post, which you will find here.  And as I started to pay attention, I thought; “Hey, this is gold!  I need to be writing this down.”  So, I dropped what I was doing, grabbed my laptop and captured it.  The next day, another one popped out.  I realised something was happening.  I wondered if I would get one a day?

Thing is, I used to be a schoolteacher and I guess I’ve always had thoughts and ideas about the kind of things children need and don’t usually find in a society and culture like ours.  I mean learning skills like breathing techniques, visualisation and meditation from an early age.  Hearing about the alternative explanation for life and death that we get from a spiritual perspective.   

And there it was, not for the first time, the idea to write a book for parents and children that introduce a new, more spiritual way to understand things.  And that’s who Granma Wisdom is.  She’s a wise seer who is teaching her grandchild all she knows, because her grandchild is holding the gift of the seer too.  And through her words, maybe parents will know how to explain some of these ideas to their children, and maybe children will understand because Granma Wisdom’s words are close to the world of divine magic that children already hold in their hearts. 

I don’t know if it’s going to be a real book yet, too soon to say, but the door is open, the magic is welcome and I am present to receive and follow whatever path is chosen for me.       

Posted in artistic, divine magic, Inspiration, nature

Jewel Icon

Take a close look at the picture above.

What do you see?

A work of art? A piece of jewellery?

I see a jewelled icon. Like something biblical or religious, maybe from over a thousand years ago. From medieval times, perhaps, and made of jewels, enamels, gold, silver, pearls, mother of pearl.

Something out of this world, and yet it also reminds me of the Virgin Mary somehow. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s that I almost expect to see her represented in the centre, after all, it does seem to depict layers of auras, haloes with rays of light emanating from the core.

The detail is incredible, the beauty, wonderful to behold.

Go in close with your zoom. Look at those gorgeous rich pink, green and gold colours. And the intricate patterns. Has it got something to do with the sea? A shell, maybe?

Have you worked out what it is yet?

It’s something that exists inside you and me.

It’s the most detailed image of a human cell ever obtained to date, using x-ray radiation, nuclear magnetic resonance and cryoelectron microscopy (whatever they are).

Posted in artistic, divine magic, Personal Story, transformation

Let Magic Emerge: Ffion Arrives

Magic comes into our lives in so many ways, every day, and sometimes it comes in BIG! When my shamanic drum came into my life, that was big. I connected with the energy even before my drum arrived. And yes, like all shamanic drums, mine is alive, has consciousness, and when we work together I feel and connect with that power. When I painted an immensely personal image on my drum, our connection amplified. I feel like my drum is an extension of my soul, and every time I drum to support healing for someone, we are creating potency together.

When spiritual practitioners work with energy and magic, we find ourselves attracting all kinds of tools to support our work, in the form of objects that others would consider ‘dead’, and yet, we sense and feel they are very much alive.

For me, it’s crystals, stones, my shamanic rattle, my crystal singing bowl, items I have self-crafted like my shamanic bag and smudge feather fan. My favourite Oracle cards, runes and Celtic Ogham. All bringing their magical presence to enrich my spiritual practice and healing. All creating transformation in co-creation with me.

And that’s true of Ffion. Remember Ffion? I introduced you to her last week here. I might have been a little bit naughty and given you the impression she’s a person. She’s a unique and magical energy, a one of a kind, hand made, artisan spirit art doll. These beautiful dolls are infused with personality, magical abilities and power as their maker brings them to life.

I didn’t intend to purchase when I first looked at these amazing Eufaeria dolls made by Sara McGoodwin Armstrong of Hiraeth Gallery, Llandovery. I heard about Sara from my niece in Texas, so it was a surprise to discover she lives less than an hour’s drive from me in South West Wales.

After I had finished admiring Sara’s work on her website, I got on with my life, but Sara’s gorgeous creations kept coming to the fore of my awareness and one character, in particular, was clearly calling to me. Sara explains that people don’t choose her magical dolls, they choose the person. They choose who gets to co-create with them and who they wish to live with. And Ffion was calling me.

I clicked on the ‘buy’ button, justifying it as my birthday present to myself. And in the next few hours, remarkable things started to happen. Miracles, I would say. Some issues in my life suddenly started to resolve, issues I had given up hope of, such as my beloved cat that went missing when I moved home. For two months he was lost. And he reappeared within hours of my connecting with Ffion, who, incidentally, has a close affinity with cats.

And it’s been ten weeks since I arrived in my new home at a new location where I don’t know a soul. I had hoped to connect with some of my neighbours but they kept their doors shut when I knocked and ignored invitations to call on me for coffee and a chat. I can only assume it’s Covid fears.

For the first four weeks, I felt the need to be with myself and immersed myself in the freedom and independence of being in my own place for the first time, enjoying my own company. But then, I became ill for three weeks. Unable to drive, I was stuck in the house all that time, and except for two brief forays to the local shop, I didn’t see a soul. It wasn’t so nice then to be without support or company, no kindly smile, no friendly chat. And I wondered about the relative closeness of my neighbours and yet, it was as though a chasm existed between us.

But within hours of Ffion connecting, a woman from up the road started a conversation with me on my front step and we had a lot in common. She told me about a group of women she does Earth healing with, and invited me on a day out to ‘meet the girls’. Just when I was giving up on finding my tribe, here they are. Thank you again, Ffion, I see your hand in this too.

Coincidence? I don’t think so. No such thing when you believe in magic. I could sense Ffion’s energy, even before she arrived. And now she is here. I can hardly wait to see what magic we will create together, because if anyone knows how to invite magic in, I do.

Posted in artistic, dragons, Personal Story, Shamanism

Birth of a New Drum

Today, I am celebrating my shamanic drum.  I love to paint, it stills my mind and creates an oasis of peace and tranquility and I’ve just finished painting my recently acquired shamanic drum.  My drum was birthed by drum-maker Crow Ferguson of Driftwood Hollow Drums on 24th November 2020 and it came into my possession about 2 weeks after that.  It’s a beautiful big egg shaped drum, as you can see. I didn’t pick it for the shape but for the gorgeous resonant sound. That said, being egg-shaped makes it extra special to me, it’s symbolic of new beginnings, which I am certainly facing right now, and breaking free. Perfect.

Before my drum arrived, before I even knew what it looked or sounded like, I received inspiration that it was going to contain dragon power and there would be a dragon on the front.  

I already had a dragon sketched out for the drum but when it arrived and I placed that sketch on the drum, something wasn’t right, it seemed my intuition had let me down.  I really trust my intuition these days, so I was perplexed that it seemed to have let me down, but I followed my guidance and it led me to sketch out a number of features on the drum, each of which I simply felt into and followed my intuitive guidance.  Slowly, bit by bit, a design emerged and it turned out this drum depicted my soul in the form of an ancient Egyptian winged figure.  When she appeared, it was a real surprise to me.  She has a white cone of light emerging from her head which represents my channel.  Every symbol and feature painted on this drum has a deep significance for me, especially about the power and the support present for me in my spiritual practices. I had got quite far into the design when I received guidance that a black dragon was to be placed on the lower part of the drum and it turned out to be the very same sketch I had made before the drum arrived.  I realise now, the figure had to go in first and then the dragon could appear too. Ah, my initial intuition had been right, after all.  

It has been a joy to paint this drum. Quite often, the designs and symbols have come to me in my sleep, this project has been a big part of my dreams lately.  Dragons are fun to paint because you can really go to town with them, this one makes a powerful contrast with the softness and simplicity of the figure representing my soul.  I like how the dragon’s wing and fiery breath enclose her in a protective way, and I didn’t even plan that. 

I have felt the power and magical energy of this drum grow as the painting emerged.  As a whole, the painted image is bringing its magical energy into being every time the drum is played. Soon, there will be a naming ceremony to wake the drum and bring it to life.  A shaman’s drum is a living consciousness, it is alive in every sense.  The drum’s name and powerful personality is emerging. 

Posted in artistic, Celtic festival, mythology

Mabon

It is Autumn Equinox and the festival of Mabon, but do you know who Mabon is?

His full name is Mabon Ap Modron and he is the Welsh god of youth. His name means ‘Son, son of Mother’. The mother in question is the Great Mother Goddess. He is the archetypal magical child and represents the product of every creative process of birth and rebirth. He is magical because the creative process is magical. We are all creating magical outcomes because we have the divine gift of manifestation and creation within our grasp. We can produce another human being and how magical is that! We can produce amazing ideas and express them in the world.

Mabon was born of the Great Mother at the beginning of time, he mysteriously disappeared from between his mother and the wall on the third night from his birth. One day, a cousin of King Arthur appealed to the King for help because he had fallen in love with the beautiful daughter of the giant Ysbaddaden. The giant knew that the man who weds his daughter would take his life, so he set the young suitor a series of tasks, each seemingly as impossible as the next, which must be accomplished to win the bride. The young knight wisely seeks the help of his cousin, Arthur.

One of the tasks is to collect the comb, scissors and mirror from the brow of the great boar, Twrch Trwyth, and for that they need the greatest hunter of all, Mabon. But he has not been seen or heard of since his birth. The oldest creatures are consulted to find out if they have heard of Mabon’s whereabouts. They ask a thrush who had lived long enough to wear down a metal anvil to the size of a nut with its beak, but the thrush didn’t know. They ask a succession of increasingly older animals until they finally come to the oldest of all, the wise salmon. The salmon tells them of a place where he heard such great suffering that he had never in his long life heard the like before, there they found Mabon, imprisoned behind a wall. Arthur summoned all the fighters of Britain and a great war took place before Mabon could be freed.

Now, the boar Twrch Trwyth was the size of an elephant, his tusks as long as huge tree trunks. Nevertheless, Mabon thrust his spear into the boar’s heart and they gained the mirror, comb and scissors to prepare the giant’s hair for the wedding of his daughter and the young knight married the beautiful maiden.

What does all this signify? Mabon is us, each and every one of us, we are trapped behind a wall of our own making, the many limitations, boundaries and conditions we impose upon ourselves as we go through life. We are suffering as much as Mabon to be held prisoner by our thoughts and emotions which rule our actions and cause us to suffer. We are not free. But Mabon breaks free and so can we. The comb is for smoothing out the tangles in our life, the scissors are to cut away all that no longer serves us and the mirror is to see ourselves as we truly are.

Wishing you blessings and healing for the festival of Mabon!