Last night I had a dream about ghostly zombies, all around, breaking out of walls or walking through walls, coming towards us to suck away the life force we contain, targeting little weaknesses and big weaknesses, for this is how they survive.
The demons lurk around, waiting for the right moment, like when someone injures your pride, they quickly step in and make Something out of Nothing.
Yet I know such demons are only existent in my imagination, and are a mirror to the little stale spots in my body. As I grew up from a child to a bigger-sized child of the universe, certain and/or a collective of events have been the reason for parts of us to freeze, making it a cycle that we have to go through in life until we un-freeze it. Demons love the cold.
The realm of imagination is a different world. The world of imagination is the underworld. A world of vagueness and mystery. To describe an element in it, one must reach for many of words or many of movements, to convey the message.
Well, this is what's been happening back home.
I have realised, or better put, remembered, that I work within two forms of being (how convenient).
The soul, form one, is what understands the path and the seemingly unrelated events. The soul is the centre of joy and love, where I go back every time and then to regenerate.
Then the mind, material self, that contains the pain and desires, jumping from one to another, getting tired and drained, happy and excited, resistent sometimes, yet it is the one that knows what to do in life in order to communicate with others.
I change through these two. sometimes it is confusing for others, they think I contradict, yet it is a process of balancing and purifying that makes sense to me. It is the union of the opposites. To reach the oneness, one must understand the duality and both sides' importance of existence.
I know what I need to do, or a vague idea of it, which is good enough for me. Connecting back with family, giving effort in considering this way of living, and mostly importantly i would say re-surfacing forgotten patterns. It seems I got many cycles to work through. Man... I really thought I didn't have much to work on, and I am so wrong. It makes me think of my children for some reason.
Children must be so sensitive to our shit, our cycles... Wait, is that what I am feeling now? Children absorb these frozen energies and keep, I don't think I am keeping them but I am definitely absorbing the things going on around me. Here is another thing I need to do, The Shield.
The Shield.
The diamond shield is a self experiment, an alchemical process that whether I like it or not, I got to do.
The imagery of this diamond shield came into being six months ago, and now it is time to manifest it into this reality. It's purpose is simple: to build a summoned sphere clear of others' interjection to be able to solidify my material self and to enable manifestation of my path.
The shape shifter inside needs to take rest
for he feels and forms into others' heart in chest
and such work is draining
never leaves space for internal gazing
into the true self
that drives us into being
in the body
in the mind
in the world
in the soul
in the Spirit
in it all
I have been working at an art gallery, Al Riwaq Art Space, cool little place, cool people. Sitting infront of the laptop a lot, that's why writings have been scarce. We will be getting ready for an exciting event soon, a month's celebration of street art and music! How perfect! The concept being Common Ground, where everyone differs, but we all have a place in our heart to meet.
Is it time to build the bridge?
or is the bridge already building?
sometimes I feel I really don't have to do much, I am not really the bridge builder, it is the angels and God that do the work, I am just the vehicle. I just have to deal with my shit, and things are happening.
Yet I need to come back to that dark place of sadness, hate and anger. Where my body starts shivering and my faces forms into horrific mirrors of pain and frustration. Is it the demons leaving? the cells unfrozen? one by one they leave, teaching me lessons of wisdom. Who said those demons are bad? they have probably been the best teachers.
God says in the Qur'an "We created of you many tribes and cultures for you to know each other"
here is a drawing I did yesterday
Then the mind, material self, that contains the pain and desires, jumping from one to another, getting tired and drained, happy and excited, resistent sometimes, yet it is the one that knows what to do in life in order to communicate with others.
I change through these two. sometimes it is confusing for others, they think I contradict, yet it is a process of balancing and purifying that makes sense to me. It is the union of the opposites. To reach the oneness, one must understand the duality and both sides' importance of existence.
I know what I need to do, or a vague idea of it, which is good enough for me. Connecting back with family, giving effort in considering this way of living, and mostly importantly i would say re-surfacing forgotten patterns. It seems I got many cycles to work through. Man... I really thought I didn't have much to work on, and I am so wrong. It makes me think of my children for some reason.
Children must be so sensitive to our shit, our cycles... Wait, is that what I am feeling now? Children absorb these frozen energies and keep, I don't think I am keeping them but I am definitely absorbing the things going on around me. Here is another thing I need to do, The Shield.
The diamond shield is a self experiment, an alchemical process that whether I like it or not, I got to do.
The imagery of this diamond shield came into being six months ago, and now it is time to manifest it into this reality. It's purpose is simple: to build a summoned sphere clear of others' interjection to be able to solidify my material self and to enable manifestation of my path.
The shape shifter inside needs to take rest
for he feels and forms into others' heart in chest
and such work is draining
never leaves space for internal gazing
into the true self
that drives us into being
in the body
in the mind
in the world
in the soul
in the Spirit
in it all
I have been working at an art gallery, Al Riwaq Art Space, cool little place, cool people. Sitting infront of the laptop a lot, that's why writings have been scarce. We will be getting ready for an exciting event soon, a month's celebration of street art and music! How perfect! The concept being Common Ground, where everyone differs, but we all have a place in our heart to meet.
Is it time to build the bridge?
or is the bridge already building?
sometimes I feel I really don't have to do much, I am not really the bridge builder, it is the angels and God that do the work, I am just the vehicle. I just have to deal with my shit, and things are happening.
Yet I need to come back to that dark place of sadness, hate and anger. Where my body starts shivering and my faces forms into horrific mirrors of pain and frustration. Is it the demons leaving? the cells unfrozen? one by one they leave, teaching me lessons of wisdom. Who said those demons are bad? they have probably been the best teachers.
God says in the Qur'an "We created of you many tribes and cultures for you to know each other"
here is a drawing I did yesterday
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