Artist Log 7: Architects of Illusion
As a painting is created, many layers, thoughts and intentions go into the process. This is a record of the energy below the surface of such “said painting”.
Warning: This might not make sense in linear thinking. It is just a record of the happenings in real time during the creation process.
My Inner Healing Mission:
To learn to listen to my soul
To help people with art
To develop a new art class idea that will help millions
Primary colors create complex colors, Primary events create complex events. Primary events= birth-life-death Complex events= separateness, time space
In the beginning a star was born. This star was the spark of life. As it burned it watched the dazzling lights and sparks around itself and discovered beauty.
It experimented with different patterns, different colors and different intensities.
As it experienced this joyous beauty, it felt love.
Love of self, love of beauty, love of creativity
It burned with love and beauty until the day when it discovered that this was everything.
But everything wants to grow. Everything is never enough.
So it spit out sparks and created worlds within itself.
Sending consciousness to see new shows.
To understand new concepts and discover things from a different perspective and new points of view.
Each spark became a new beautiful creation and a new experience and lesson
Soon things that were in fathomable became fathomed
Toroidal field*** find all info this****
Birth death cycle
Coils power the experience ***coils in torridal Field or going through both positive and negative ***
Matrix. School, home, connection adventure.
They call it a veil but it’s actually a honey comb…
Move to the window to see the truth
The oaths you take in this world and the next will lead you in circles
Adding info from the light
Matrix energy to be infiltrated..
Heart radiation flowing
The womb of life
Lost in a world of mazes
Not all who wander shape the tale,
But those who do may tip the scale
Mazes, stairs and doors
A world of truth and many lores
Life emerges upside down
Visitors from the underground
Soon the truth will appear
But only if you burn the fear
A world of color and belief
A place under the coral reef
A world of color and belief
Awaits the dreamers underneath
What is the dial?
Stairs are prayers
A land where secrets and lies entwine,
dragons stand strong, each scale a sign.
fire in their eyes and courage in their hearts,
They protect the truth as ancient arts
Dragons soaring high, guardians of the sky,
In the realm of truth, they’ll never say goodbye
