Art?

ART? What is it? Whence does it come? Why is it here? There are, it would seem, two forms of Art. Objective Art, and Subjective Art. The latter being about 99.9% of the Art we see and/or hear. Subjective Art comes in 3 flavours, generally, i.e., Intellectual, Emotional, and Physico/Instinctual.

A quick example of each would be Picasso's Instinctual works, the Expressionists emotive works, and the Intellectual forms of so called Modern Art. Of course there are various blendings of the above which speaks to each of us on the level of our personal character, hence the like/dislike quality of subjective art werks.

With Objective art, like the Gothic Cathedrals of old, the Pyramids, and music such as Beethoven's 5th Symphony or Mozarts 40th, 41st and 42nd symphonies, each and every one has a similar experience. Often getting us out of our personal time/space habit patterns; lifting us in awe to the greater nature of life. So it is that Nature reflected in Art moves us beyond our tunnel realities, whilst the subjective forms chain us to our habits of seeing and hearing, or provide us a diversion at best.

This opinion is subject to change by cosmic coincidence and other natural factors...;)

impossible things

... Curiouser and curiouser

The Queen character in "Through The Looking Glass" says that she likes to think about two or three impossible things every morning before breakfast. It helps air out her mind.

Through the Looking Glass
http://www.infomotions.com/etexts/literature/english/1800-1899/carroll-through-101.txt
by LEWIS CARROLL

Alice laughed. `There's no use trying,' she said: `one CAN'T believe impossible things.'
`I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. `When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

This kick starts the mind and helps create new local pathways synaptically, thus growing your mind to wonder again.

Habits create tunnel vision that takes the joy out of life and dampens Reality Selection abilities with 'rule' based expectations. You see only the Map and not the Territory.
Dance and some fun Hatha Yoga does this for the body.

Co-create with Joy. The Heart is the key to Wonderous things, Impossible things ...

Canada Day!

Canada Day: Is it Flag waving nationalism? An identity prop for the dispossessed and estranged? A psychological buttress for fragile egos! Like my car, like me! Dis my Flag, dis me and we are all in it together! It is the plaint of the powerless, the cry of lost and the hope of the disconnected!

My take on being born somewhere is that you are a fragment of Nature's urge in that landscape. That you reflect the land you were grown from.

Somewhere, an ancient voice sounded, in this land. From times when this land was peopled by the various red nations. A time when the white nations first gathered on her shores. That voice told of how it would take several generations for the land to change these new people. That the land would mould them for whatever evolutionary urges the land would require. That time is now ... these new caretakers come from all the colours of the Medicine wheel. It is you and me ...


I was musing about the 'cultural hybrids' that make up the Canadian melting pot of peoples yesterday, Canada Day. Watching all the differences with my mind, following the threads of history each 'hybrid' carries in their DNA and level of consciousness. Each a bridge, from a place, a people and a past.

Then, I watched them with my Heart, with eyes Divine. As the Heart does not 'differentiate', I was able to see how each and everyone, fulfills Natures purposes, whether or not they are aware of it.

Nature chose us, as the mediums of change, it wants to become. We are a thin organic layer upon the face of the earth. As the Earth's consciousness evolves and changes, so does our own. Unless we choose to accelerate with simple, in tune with Nature, techniques.

Each of us is a synaptic impulse transmuting cosmic energies, into the stuff the Earth can use. Each, a bridge of energy transforms, dancing in ways the Land realizes, in its march towards the goal; evolution!

As we are the Lands Agents of Change, we all have purpose and are connected to her. Even in death, we are utilized for the stuff we transmuted while living; recycled and born again. Then, as the Land Aspires to become a Star, we shall all transcend in that blissful transition ... dust to dust, each mineral born of Cosmic agencies, the furnace of Stars; from Stars we come, to Stars we shall return ... So be it!

So I mused yesterday, laying under a Spruce tree, on a Beach in West Vancouver ...