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This is a vision. Came to meet “Adam´s Creation” of Michael Angel and then…I “knew”. Later…not without struggling with my abilities to get the figures done and the background …“grounded”…I can say. I am complete….realized in it.
With it… Here are the Alan Watt´s words that exerted a profound inspiration….and which sense that day..made me cry. For I was then able to take the beard and fatherly look..severe and vindictive to that “Godhead” inscribed into my genes as “memes” of indeletable character, just out of my Soul . But now..I am free….this is what has made me feel free.
In his book “OM Creative Meditations,” Alan Watts wrote:
_"There is an old story about the astronaut who went far out into space and was asked upon his return whether he had been to heaven and seen God.
“Yes,” he said.
“Well, what about God?”
“She is black.”
Under the pressure of social consensus it is very natural to assume that when somebody uses the word God, it is that father figure which is intended, because even Jesus used the analogy of the father for his experience of God. He had to, there was not other one available in his culture.
I have advocated something called atheism in the name of God .That is to say, an experience, a contact, a relationship to God with the ground of your being, that does not have to be embodied or expressed in any specific image.
We intelligent people do not believe in that kind of God, not really. I mean we think that God is spirit, that God is undefinable and infinite and all that sort of things.; but, nevertheless, the images of God have a far more powerful effect upon our emotions than our ideas.
And when people read the Bible and sing hymns … they still have got that old fellow with the beard.
To offset this, we should think in contrary imagery, and the contrary imagery is
She is black.
Imagine instead of God the Father,
God the Mother,
and instead of an illuminous being blazing with light,
an unfathomable darkness."_
And now…my own…vision.
SHE IS BLACK
Night of the Times…the Power.
Eternal Womb of Soul
The Word like pearls…a Mother.
And It Was and Became without Conception.
And It was and Is the Son of Compassion.
And It veiled the Light without breaking its Body.
And She was never alone…the Fruit of her Love desires.
And I prayed for her Breathing.
And the Creature entertained my delusion.
And The Earth exhaled Viriditas
touched by the Black Milk of Wisdom.
And the Waters turned to living Grass
where the tears rooted in Perception.
And the Angels meditated their Maid sustaining.
And the Stars wrapped my Birthing…
each of them piercing the heart with contention.
She is Black….
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This work has been created with my own stock of images and photographs, the figures being done with DazS4 tool..and then edited with photoshop, painting included.
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