A Life Force bearing gifts

This is a powerful piece that hits the soul and spirit. Whenever I look at it, I am thrown back to a time that I somehow used to know. Many, many lives ago. A reminder of who I was, who I Am? And yet still in this life. Gawd, I wish that I could express this in words. I even had a name for it while it was being created, but by the time it was finished, the name just didn't fit it anymore. Maybe it doesn't need one? It seems that “words” would only bind it and it does not want to be bound. When the art piece is complete, it’s complete. Collage/mixed media. This piece is 13”x8”. The two vial's contain herbs (Angelica root, White Sage, Bearberry leaves) and resins (Frankincense, Myrrh, Copal) as fragrance offerings and invocation.

So once again, it shows up to bring a creative gift. This other Life Force if you will. I do not know where it comes from, or where it goes when it leaves me. But it’s here again. This is the second time for the visitation. I don’t even know what to call it other than a Life Force, a friend. “Do you have a name” I ask, and wait for the revelation of its name. Does it have a name? Does it even matter? What I do know for sure is that it is as old as antiquity. There is a strong sense of this. There is no beginning or end in it. It’s powerful to say the least. How does one explain the movements and the flow of the whole dance? It can only be seen in the finished pieces. The art pieces are unlike anything that I’ve ever done.

The first visit came last Spring around this time. The “Fiery Angel” was created. Talk about “floored” and in awe. This in no way came from me. I was aware of this early on as the pieces were coming together. My vision was totally different from the final piece. You’ve heard me say this before. But I was very much aware that the presence of another Life Force was with me. I knew that my creativity would change from that moment on. A new door opened up that day. The feeling of an old friend that I had not seen in a long, long time came to visit again. It felt good. I felt alive with an energy that was somehow forgotten.

It always has something to say when it comes to visit me. It speaks through my hands because it knows my form of communication. When I am in tune with the gift that is given me from the visit, I have no choice but to let it flow through me. The creations comes from a given feeling, visions, colors, sensations. They feel as old as time itself. It’s hard to explain it. I am humbled, deeply humbled.

This friend is so different from my Muse who likes to play and make tutorials ‘n stuff. There is a strong sense of “spiritual” from it. It is not threatening in any way what so ever. And I am not afraid of it. If anything, it has a story to tell. One that may have been forgotten? One that is to come? Dunno, but I am open to it. There is a sense of oneness when it is around. A sense of “I’ve known you through many lifetimes.”