Tailsman: Consecrating the Artist

Here is reaching deep into the soul to meet my Artist.

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What is possible if I relate to my life as an Adventure???

The Victim was left behind, kicked to the curb along the side of the road. The Judge was dropped off in another dimension. The one that was unworthy flat out missed the bus. And The Critic was gagged and left tied to a park bench. Well, that should do it! Only the unapologetically authentic self with her good company of guides and spirits is off on this new adventure in life.

The ordinary is no longer ordinary. The colors are vibrant and ALIVE! The beauty of nature is overwhelming. The fur of the house cat glows. Everything is the same, but it is different.

In this adventure version of life everything is new because only the present counts. Whatever new experience is in front of you is what IS. Time doesn’t really exist in the same way- the past, present, future are collapsed. Only the present really exists – and it is malleable. We are free to co-create with the Universe. Creativity reigns. We are fully self-expressed. Emotion is no longer King.

Everything just exists as a vibration.

My Muse: How I Access Information

Here is my Muse.

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She is paradox. She is both ancient and futuristic. She is primal and wild, yet wise. She is still and quiet – listening, but ready to burst into quick action at any moment. She is raw AND refined. There is an inflow of creative information at the same as there an outflow of overflow energy. She sees AND she “sees”. She is scary, ugly, and grotesque at the same times as she is radiant and beautiful.

Most of her “seeing”, the access to information, is not done with her eyes, but with her body and by going inside to “see”. Visual sight is one of her last senses for knowing.

Legendary Self

I slip through the water, hair flowing like a mermaid

The sea is silent from the chatter of the world

I see through eyes which are my own, but strangely the eyes of everyone

I feel the warm water on my skin, but can’t tell the difference between it and me

Am I a molecule of water? Am I the Ocean?

Yes, yes I suppose I am

Then I flow through a tunnel

A flower!

I look at the perfection

Its beauty is beyond words, I simply experience it

Then I look up in awe

The wise ones are speaking

The tall majestic redwood trees radiate life force

Yes, I feel it. It is clear

All there is is LOVE

LEGEND PAINTING