There is so much beauty in an ugly world. We capture a moment in time. It evokes our emotions and stirs our soul. It releases somethi…
There is so much beauty in an ugly world. We capture a moment in time. It evokes our emotions and stirs our soul. It releases something inside of us that makes us feel alive. The heart is pounding, blood rushes through our veins. And the Image is beautiful. Then the feeling fades…we come back down to earth….but the experience lingers long enough to inspire us to find the next moment of beauty in the ugliness.
I was having an interesting conversation with my photographer friend Ian the other day. He was comparing my work to his. In his words, hi…
I was having an interesting conversation with my photographer friend Ian the other day. He was comparing my work to his. In his words, his photos were more “documentary” or “factual” while mine were more “artistic” and “poetic”. I was quite flattered by the comparison as I have always wanted to convey emotion and narrative through my pictures. But it raised a question in my mind as to how we convey emotion and narrative through our pictures. How much is it in the composition, how much in the titling and presentation and how much is actually in the mind of the viewer? How can you convey emotion through a composition? I think much relates to the state of mind of the individual taking the picture. Certainly when I’m in a happy mood I will notice positive things – on a basic level, the beauty of the world around. When I’m in a negative mood, I will be taking pictures of negative things, or things with negative associations – that seems to be chains for me. And in those images I am trying to convey feelings of being trapped, confined, restricted by life and a desire to be free. Positive images for me are the wide vistas of the countryside, wildlife running free, that sort of thing. I try to convey that sense of freedom and liberty, joy and life. I don’t know whether I succeed. Go and decide for yourself I’ve come to realize that titling is equally important. A good title leads the viewer to what you want them to see. Some days I’m afraid I’m rather lazy – but if you want to convey a sense of a lion running free through the African veldt you don’t call your picture “Lion”. I keep promising myself that I must spend more time considering a title, but in the fast moving world of the internet I’m afraid that expedience often wins in the desperation to keep a high profile. And then there’s the great unknown, the one thing that as an artist you are unable to control: the viewer. At its best, the viewer approaches the picture in the same frame of mind as the artist. At these times there is almost a spark – the viewer “gets” it. They can look at the picture and see through to its heart. I wonder whether much of the fuss over modern art is simply a case of the viewers inability to be on the same wavelength as the artist. Or the artist presenting a concept that is too esoteric. So does that mean I have to approach my pictures with a viewer in mind? Or can I be utterly self-indulgent. Well, therein lies the difference between an amateur and a professional. The professional always has to make his or her own feelings subservient to those of the buying public. In some respects they have to limit their imaginations – rather like a photographer wanting to express himself artistically, but being restrained by the fact that the happy couple just want bog standard wedding pics. The amateur is much better off in that respect. We have no professional considerations, we can let our imaginations and feelings run riot through our art. We have no audience other than friends and family. We are free.
Today is a great day. What will I shoot today? Will it be the child across the street climbing the big oak tree, or his little dog ba…
Today is a great day. What will I shoot today? Will it be the child across the street climbing the big oak tree, or his little dog barking at him? Maybe it will be the pumpkin faces wilting on the front porch. Halloween is done and Thanksgiving is almost here. Oh no, I will shoot the cat sneaking up on the little barking dog!!
/ / / image title – the inner sanctum Manic Reflections . . . One day i awakened to a simply sweet, “I heart you!” message on my bathroom mirror. Days later, a bi-polar/manic/sleep-deprived version of me impulsively grabbed my camera, tripod, trusty remote and started striking poses in my mirror. Wishing to immortalize the i heart you message, in some way, before zapping it with Mr. Windex! So . . . i crouched up on my counter, gradually getting closer and closer to the mirror. It was wonderfully strange, surreal and comical – as i carefully attempted to seat myself in the bathroom sink . . . while the rest of me perched perilously on the bathroom counter. Purging my manic energy, creatively, provided me with a sense of relief and surrender. After this series was photographed, i went on to photograph two more, in my studio. It was after the photographing of the three, separate series – that i was finally able to slip toward slumber. So what follows are manic reflections . . . partake and enjoy :) / image title – another version of me / image title – the sensual realm / image title – the chameleon / image title – the mirror speaks / image title – fragile / image title – the confrontation / image title – inward bound Bi-polarities . . . Around 18 it started to sink in that something not-quite-right was going on in my frantic mind. As I was always struggling to pay attention in school . . . i also became aware that i would get these incredible highs, feeling euphoric, invincible, on top of the world – no matter what my actual reality was . . . everything was grandiose! These manic episodes usually lasted about 2 weeks, followed by the worst lows which often lasted months. In a depressive state everything was life and death, everyday problems became overwhelming, i just wanted to crawl into a quiet, dark corner and simply cease to exist. Then there were those inbetween states where i guess i would be what was considered “normal” though to me these inbetween states felt like emotional flat-lining, i felt kind of numb – being so used to the extreme emotions i felt most of the time. When i was younger, my manic episodes were amazing, accompanied by feelings of invincibility, euphoria and pseudo-bliss. I would feel on top of the world! Now, these manic episodes are more dark and frenetic in nature. And i find myself craving the sleep these manic episodes deprive me of. It’s hard to stay on schedule/task when i go day, after day – without sleep. I don’t have more energy when i am manic, i am just more hyper and restless, unable to slow down – which creates the illusion of high energy . . . inside my body and mind are crying out for sleep. It would take another 12 years before i learned how to manage these intense moodswings, learned to go with the flow and how to keep my head above water – no matter what my mood. There were years of self-destructive coping methods and soul numbing medications. Eventually i decided to approach my bi-polarity from a spiritual/holistic perspective. I decided to go vegan and stopped consuming foods loaded with additives/preservatives. I learned about behavioral management, structure, meditation/yoga, prayer, daily spiritual renewal and daily exercise. Putting all of these things into practice, over time . . . allowed me to utilize my moods creatively AND constructively. beingnormalisoverrated JAEDA! / /
“You must be brave enough to live your dreams”, a quote that resonates within my mind, reminding like a domineering parent “It rains a…
“You must be brave enough to live your dreams”, a quote that resonates within my mind, reminding like a domineering parent “It rains again / like quivering thoughts” – am I brave enough to extricate the pain, the hopes and emotions and lay them out for my own eyes and for the gaze of others, as they read some of my world curious or perhaps scoffing, indifferently skimming “Trying to escape—seeking out the winged exist, stammering but constantly looking with sleepy eyes and a dreamy gaze”- trying to escape. Absolutely. First I was trying to run away from everything taking me away from my true self, everything that didn’t give me that internal tingle, everything that didn’t feel as if it was created from rays of light, and that wouldn’t fit or complete a design in the intricate tapestry of my soul. Everything that didn’t make me want to sing, dance, write or cry. And then I started running away from everything that reminded me of my unbound self / And slowly settled for drab walls, for lethal realism, and missed the many winged exists right in front of my eyes. “The same familiar scents permeate the air, the same scenes a never ending sea / What do I say? Why wrap my soul in vague confusion, in voiceless words, in mysterious melodies? Not knowing who to trust where to let my soul sleep, how to set it free” Yes it’s a repeating cyclical journey, a baffling confusing maze. I remember a friend of mine once said: there isn’t only one path that we are supposed to find / But a path that leads to another path that leads to another, I need to set my soul free by going freely from one path to another / Freely. / “A healing, I reach out to it with both hands / The serenity of knowing how to let go, how to undress the soul, layer by layer and let it bask under the rays of the sun” It rains again.
Wow! I never noticed that writing can be so fun. I can really change into a good mood from a bad one by letting my creative juices flow, ...
Wow! I never noticed that writing can be so fun. I can really change into a good mood from a bad one by letting my creative juices flow, conveying my thoughts, emotions. / In grade 2 it was misery whenever I had a writing assignment because I just couldn’t do it. The next year, I made some progress. In grade 4, I gained in confidence. After, I was getting better but didn’t really enjoy it. Finally, I love doing this. Love the way it gives your brain a nice exercise. Love watching the words form as I press the keys. / This incredible hobby starts with just a few lines and curves making letters, making words, making paragraphs, making stories, making treasures, making feelings.
disgusted from life’s little mishaps and misfortunes, i finally ate something today. / I haven’t eaten since sunday (5/11/2008) and i pret…
disgusted from life’s little mishaps and misfortunes, i finally ate something today. / I haven’t eaten since sunday (5/11/2008) and i pretty much felt like puking when i ate this morning. Although taking care of myself is a priority.. i just feel ill to my stomach, like i have a food poisoning or a really bad hangover. Other then that, everything is going great i feel like i’ve gained a boat load of ambition, now all i need to do is get a dictionary and figure out words to express my feelings and emotions more in depth.
What I would love to say to that very special person is that he’s a unique,different,sensible,loving,ingenuous,special,modest…the list …
What I would love to say to that very special person is that he’s a unique,different,sensible,loving,ingenuous,special,modest…the list goes on and on but I better let him talk to you.I have to say though that he was quite surprised when I ask him for an interview,not because he wasn’t happy about it but because he was unconfortable about writing in english…I think he accepted for me,I’m not saying that by infatuation but because he told me he wouldn’t be able to say no to me…. :))So here he is Cyril Marchand from France,the integral interview with an amazing photographe and poet….. / I can’t explain how I’m living with my camera…. World is all around us, and sometimes I need to catch a piece of it, a piece of life… / When I was young (not so far…), I used to go up to the attic, in my grandparents farm, close the door behind me, and spend long hours exploring the relics hidden in different boxes and chests. I do love old things… And every time I took picture, I make this moment robbed to the time, a moment starting to become a souvenir, an old thing… / Of course, more than my nostalgy, my architecture’s studies gave me pleasure on seeking shapes and colors, building spaces, filling emptyness ! “How does being a creative person and pursuing your creativity affect other aspects of your life?” I think artist people are more patient, open-minded… I mean, I think I’m this guy ! lol ! but the most important, I do love life and our world !!!! I try to live with it as friends , not enemy, never wasting time in sterile conflicts…. / In my differents professionnal activities, creativity generaly leads my choices and decisions… I never found numbers and counts attractive, lol ! “Tell us about one person or moment that has made your time on redbubble particularly special or meaningful?” Without any hesitation the moment when Gigi asked me to do this interview !!!! lol ! / Do you mind if I say all moments spent on RB have been great ? ... I found people loving sharing there passion,talking freely of their feelings and impressions, sometimes buying your works (this is as we say in french “La cerise sur le gâteau!”, the sherry on the cake’s top ) and more than all, from all over the world ! “Show & tell us about five works on redbubble that have moved or inspired you?” Maman ! Aide moi !!!Mommy help me!!! lol ! ... Make a choice in this wonderfull treasure is terrific !!! / well…. Liv Sockley / I love this pic… chaste, tender et generous. Several portraits on Liv portfolio are great. / Fundi / / / Jean M. Laffitau It’s like a caress to the eye… There’s so much softness being contrasted by the rigour of the stone … I just admire those who knows how to capture nudity, the faces … I’m afraid to altered the beauty of a person and muff a beautiful shot… lol ! And Jean has so much passion in his art,it transpires in everyone of his magnificient pictures. / Elegance / Jeremy McComb Here, I like the light coming from sky and not from the candelabrum …. / Lamp Setting / Norah / I was thursty the moment I went on RedBubble and found this photo… It’s fresh feeling every time I’m watching this pic ! lol ! / Tea,Morrocco Micmac / And of course, I do love one person, because she’s got a great heart, full of generosity, full of love. A person eating life like kids are licking lollipop… Of course her work, her photos are beautiful, but this is more thant only that ! she speaks, she writes as she takes pictures : with love again ! with humaneness and humbleness… / Thanks Gigi !!! / Just the two of us / / .... And be kind with my english…. Lol ! I’m just a wee froggy ! Bye ! / / Merçi Cyril,tu es un ange…..Bisou …Gigi
I know this happens to everybody, right ? you start to be so in love with everyones photos, my own seem drab, uninteresting, no charm,...
I know this happens to everybody, right ? you start to be so in love with everyones photos, my own seem drab, uninteresting, no charm, no vivacity, no surprises.. / but!.. of course, I have seen mine so many times :) lol. aaaaaaaaah.. Im just mulling away.. I went to an outdoor church the other day , and think I might return. it is catered to the homeless, and thats where my heart is, .. Ive been almost there.. this church is located by the downtown bridge and the river, and has a barbecue grill going on, and a cooler filled with water.. / the music just is happening gently , and the preaching is tender and to the point. There are worship flags and tambourines that anybody could use .. the children use these allot , and dance right there with the flags.. I was wondering if any body would like to see some photos of what is happening. I might make a calendar of this wonderful happening.. I would love to know your opinion. ??? I used to be able to write alot, and now my memory is fading away. Life can be scary when this happens. here I am with blue eyes:) Something I dont have. but thought it appropriate.for this journal entry. .
I am blessed / To see this day… / / One my parents / And forefathers didn’t. One my parents / And forefathers died for. One the Wor…
I am blessed / To see this day… / / One my parents / And forefathers didn’t. One my parents / And forefathers died for. One the World / has long needed. I thank GOD / for this day!
Hi All!! it’s rather unexpected.. but my other gallery here, SilentCries has been slowly ma…
Hi All!! it’s rather unexpected.. but my other gallery here, SilentCries has been slowly making progress.. There have been features which i didn’t realise until today when i decide to click on the feeds.. oops.. eheh.. Am very very thankful for the following features.. / / “Dear Pillow…” was featured in the group Shanime: Inspired by Anime’ 19 days ago / and featured in the group the love of The Love of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork 13 days ago… and… My latest tee there, Hold Me… / / was featured in the group Shanime: Inspired by Anime’ about today. And the print version, was featured in Burst > Anime and Manga! today too!! =D / Thank you so very much to all the group admins!! The print version of Dear Pillow also managed to receive a TBA over at Zazzle on the 20th Nov 08 / there haven’t been any sales yet, but i’m really thankful and appreciative enough of all the lovely lovely responses am getting for my designs/writings there.. Karin had been especially kind to comment on so many of my pieces over at my zazzle’s SilentCries gallery thank you so so much for all of them, Karin.. they’re very encouraging and am very thankful for them all.. am really happy to see the responses am getting for my latest work there, Hold Me… am glad that my style there is accepted and even more touched to read the comments there, that my work is expressive enough.. urm.. can’t type much more, for some weird reason my right arm decides to burn and hurt like a ahem ahem.. it’s very painful like it’s being twisted.. think i must have strained it somehow.. doesn’t help that i slept on the floor last night.. argh!! signing off… / ~fa PS: lil fraz was also featured in thick black outlines 17 days ago as a Happy Birthday!! card /
Thank you so much Jane Keats and Rheenie for featuring my poem DANGEROUS in All Out Emotion. I so much appreciate this feature. Her…
Thank you so much Jane Keats and Rheenie for featuring my poem DANGEROUS in All Out Emotion. I so much appreciate this feature. Here is the poem: DANGEROUS It is that feeling in her eyes / As she moves towards revolution / Her poise, her presence / She holds herself defiant and courageous / A warrior of the heart. Her heart exposed / Vulnerable like a delicate reed / Glistening and subtle, a pearl / But so easily turned raw. She bends but not breaks / Missing the arrows of war / and marches forward towards / the rupture of change. Through the wind and hail / A tornado of emotion / Her heart in flames / Her dance ignited by passion. Her thinking heart / She has been told / Thinks too much / But she is aware, her eyes see / and her heart knows. Instinct and passion / Softness and Strength / Intuition and Wisdom / a powerful marriage. It takes a strong man to love her / One who can see her soul / For as strong as she is / She is just as soft / And she knows and he knows / In this she is dangerous. Written by Anthea Slade 11-9-08
I’ve always wondered why people need to study art theory. I see no use in that, as I believe that art is a form of expression (if not the…
I’ve always wondered why people need to study art theory. I see no use in that, as I believe that art is a form of expression (if not the ultimate). / If you want to express yourself artistically, you shouldn’t be bound by rules that tell you how things are suposed to be, as many people will focus more on how you abide by those rules rather on the message or idea you are trying to convey (with results similar to these ) If everyone trying to express their feelings, emotions or ideas will do what the majority of the people think it’s correct, everyone will end up doing the same kind of things, leaving individuality and, paradoxically, expression out of the equation. IMHO that’s not art as expression, but art as a mass product, that you can sell. Personally, I don’t have any artistic education, besides what might have been taught to me in school, but I certainly know what I like and what I don’t. I’m able to feel emotions by looking or reading a pieces of art. I’m not so sure if I’m able to convey them correctly though. Certainly you have to learn how to use the tools of the artistic craft of your choice, but that shouldn’t limit your artistic expression, it should broaden it. For example, I choose what to shoot with my camera based on the impression it causes me when I see something or by having an idea in my mind, and many times I find myself thinking stuff like “take care not to underexpose the shadows or blow the highlights”, “put the subject on the thirds”, to suddenly realize and ask me why should I do that, if that’s not what I have thought of. / Maybe is that I’m too stuborn or just that I didn’t get the whole idea of photography as an art. I’d like to know what you think about this issue. PS: Writing in English is not my main strenght, so if something is not clear enough, I apologize.
when i see wounderfully powerful photo’s such as jo’s . i sit back and think…did the photos we did evocate a responce, question/questio…
when i see wounderfully powerful photo’s such as jo’s . i sit back and think…did the photos we did evocate a responce, question/questioning and did they clearly convey a message / all listed below are on our home page www.redbubble.com/people/earhertchappel / “grey fetal pain” / this piece grey was to mean not clear as black and white / fetal was for baby /fetus / pain was for the loss / so what i was trying to say with this photo, is that a miscarriage / an abortion of the fetus was extremely painful.and that sometimes there are no clear cut answers why with a miscarriage, and how some women made a decision not to carry out their pregnancy, and that in most that i have spoken with the “why” factor in adulthood has them question the what if, and the pain a woman feels from the loss of her baby. “lilith with immortality and knowledge” / it is said that lilith in part snake like form tempted eve, to take from the tree an apple. / lilith had a choice the tree of knowledge and the tree of life.”knowledge” would give eve and adam the knowledge here are a few examples of knowledge good, evil, shame, / lilith could have temped eve with the fruit from the tree of life, but in doing so, they would become immortal. “the sin eve passed on” / from then till know we think of eve, as her actions created original sin. hence the passing of the cross to eve’s shoulders. as now since then have all been born with “original sin” cheers to you health / i edited this photo to not make the model perfect looking, as i was portraying a sin(a yellowing effect as when health issues arise from excess causes our body’s to change) of excess “gluttony” . as every time before this i have seen it done with food. i wanted to portray it different, as one needs food to live, but the intake of alcohol and drugs and cigarettes, are all harmful, yet some do in excess. so i wanted to take something that we did not need to survive on to live, to use in the photo for “gluttony”. “prides heavy vail” / quite simply i was trying to portray pride in this photo as a sin, showing the weight of pride with the head piece /vail. “the price” / simply choosing fame over faith, and i could elaborate for days on this one! “clear” / hands in the cross position to portray ones choice, sin, and sacrifice, for one to place others in front of god.trying to convey the lack in faith and the overwhelming obsession with those they seek out to be more important than god/ faith. “reach” / the position of being cornered, with no way out. with failed attempts of escape. “to shed some light on the idea” / to simply put it, the light bulb represents ideas and as it is high and in her mouth, / and the pride sharing the ideas. but at the same time a small element in thinking hers is above all others. these are just a few of our statement pieces. but i have to really congrats jo, as her, convey the point, of really equivocating her meaning.
I celebrated this to be my 36th year on Earth. For the first two thirds, I found it very hard to be here. Through healing meditations a…
I celebrated this to be my 36th year on Earth. For the first two thirds, I found it very hard to be here. Through healing meditations and allowing creativity to flow through me, I’ve grounded myself with knowledge of learning what I am suppose to learn, in search for my purpose and making footprints to last for eternity. I’ve learned there are like minded individuals who resonate with me and I’m fortunate to have these special people in my life who contribute to my constant learning, growth and development. Aside from my family who is priceless to me, there are people who enter my life with messages to deliver, fun projects to achieve and whether they stay in my life for short or long time, all have impacted me and my life with a deep meaning and for that I’m very grateful. I’ve always been on a highly sensitive side, though later in my years came to a realization that I am in fact an Empath and special. I’m a passionate human not only physically and emotionally but also spiritually and what I mean by spiritual is not necessarily religious. I feel connected to Mother Nature and mankind on a level beyond the obvious. I love being in nature and listening to the birds sing, smelling Earth’s fragrances and even watching and listening to the rain with lightening all around. I actually do stop often and do smell the roses. I also love watching people and talking to people, yet find it very therapeutic and refreshing to be alone and listen to my inner thoughts. One of the most important aspects of realizing I am in fact what I am is by having the ability to sense people and their inner feelings and thoughts, which are often evident by my own mood alterations without explanation as I absorb this sensation. Let me clarify this, I am not moody but sensitive in terms of receptive and aware not fragile and thin-skinned. I’ve learned that I resonate on a wavelength that allows me to tap into other energy sources I’m surrounded by and sense the vibrations that are undetectable by the naked eye. This can sometimes be challenging to filter and control as people are so different and the space is filled with countless dimensions, wavelengths and vibrations. This explains my broad-minded perspective and interest in various cultures, arts, and people in general. It also explains why people, children and animals are drawn to me like a magnet as my personality is filled with light and genuine care. I find it very intriguing to study this phenomenal, since I’ve learned that people’s faces and their façades does not often match their inner thoughts and feelings. Does this mean they are fake? No, I think it simply means they do a great job on hiding their feelings, stress, worries, sadness, secrets, illness or whatever they don’t want to reveal or are not ready yet to reveal to the rest of the world. I often find myself ask my friends, “Are you ok?” if I find the feeling I get does not match the face they give me when we are speaking. Many times they are surprised at my accurate definition of asking this and I don’t offer what I know though allow them to tell me what is the matter, as it is often more healing to the individual to let things out willingly then to pull it out of them. I’ve had people tell me that I would have made a great psychiatrist since I acknowledge my ability of listening well to others. I don’t like to offer opinions often but rather help the individual brainstorm and let them come to their own conclusions. It is after all their choices that unfold their life. Throughout the course of my youth and teens, I’ve known things that are unexplainable to me even to this day. They come to me in deep meditations and my dreams. Events which become reality, predictions that happened to the exact day of event and many other things that I am unable to mention in this limited human language though feel it at my core and centre of my being, are so very real to me. I can say that I am more aware then ever before of what love, life and living are about and what living in the moment means, to me anyways. What does it all mean when time stops for a moment and everything becomes still or in slow motion? I believe it means we are on the course we were set or chosen for ourselves and everything is, as it should be. Many experience this feeling in a short but defined sensation as Déjà vu and that is my daily living. I have many through the course of a week, from which few are very profound. I am connected at the source with life, plants, animals, rocks, insect, humans and the vast universe sensing beyond dimensions all that is within. I simply find pleasures in life’s bountiful beauty and show respect to both people and nature. Being a loving and compassionate person can be overbearing on others as my genuine love and carrying may appear to feel overwhelming sometimes. Again, it is what I am 100%. The one person I can thank for my Empathy is my grandmother. She is one of a kind soul that is connected to me at a level I cannot even begin to describe and I get my gifts by DNA. It is an inharrited trait genetically and that is just fine with me. I’ve always had a knowledge that I was different in terms of sensing people and my grandma reasured me it was alright to be kind and loving, despite what other do or say to me and how they treat me or make me feel. My ability to sense beyond my 5 senses has never steared me wrong and I rely on it like I do on listening, seeing, smelling, etc. I rely on this energetic vibration with my life and I believe it has actually saved my life on few occasions. Life took a complete awakening turn for me the day I became a mother. The day I held my first born in my hands, became a solid foundation and a bookmarked chapter to my human transformation as my tears of purest joy bathed my child’s precious newborn face. I felt slowly transforming over the course of the 9 months, expecting though never knowing how profound this moment would become on the day my baby arrived. The purest and unconditional love that is born at that moment is above and beyond words. A mother’s connection to her child is one of a kind bond filled with all emotions. Everything multiplied by hundred for me over the next few weeks after my daughter’s birth. My dreams became more visual, colourful and vivid, more clairvoyant conversations with my guides have more then multiplied and my healing abilities surfaced at last. Healing abilities? Never in a million years I would think to be capable of such things those which I only know am capable of now, though had to accept them as my gifts and abilities only to embrace them. At first I was afraid, thinking this unknown and unexplored thing I was dealing with was not only taboo in terms of blending in with the rest of the society, but also what am I to do with it. The first time I healed my daughter, she was only a small babe at about 6 months or so. She had sniffles, a minor cough and slightly elevated temperature, nothing major. I held her in my arms and rocked her to sleep in the oversized rocker in her nursery. I gently caressed her precious body from head to toes along her back and I felt a surge of energy connect us at the source of existence. It was a surreal feeling and a very remarkable one. Moments after I placed her down into her crib as she slept so peacefully, I felt nauseated and very tired to the point of having to lay down with unexplainable fatigue. I woke up with a slight fever, sniffles and basically a cold she had the night before. To my surprise she woke up refreshed with no sign of the cold, not even sniffles. At the moment I didn’t think anything of this, until the events happened again, again and again with multiple times repeating over the course of nearly 3 years before I had to come to terms of what was happening. I was in fact healing my child and absorbing all of the illness into my body, while cleansing her free of the nasty bug. As a human, I fought my mind into believing it was true though after so many times and the fact she never even had a cold nor was ever on any antibiotics like all the other children & infants I known, I had no choice but to accept what was happening. My healing touch as I call it is something I share with only my children, and they not very often have a cold for more then 24 hours. Now me on the other hand, I have to perfect my method of not absorbing the illness but to channel it through me and out. This is one of the reasons I was ill so many times this year and my body took a butt kick. Healer, heal thyself! It is something I heard in my thoughts and cannot pinpoint where or how, perhaps in a dream though it is true. I’ve been learning techniques to connect into the pillar of light for cleansing and protection from Earthly invaders. Yeah, I know to you it probably sounds more like DO-DO-DO-DO! There are no explanations for what we as humans are capable of achieving, though I know as we evolve, this new generation of children on Earth are more special then the generation before. We are becoming more aware, alert and awaking to the possibilities that there is more to us then what is obvious by our physicality. We are in-fact beings of light and energy and that energy is what drives the vessel we each occupy. Our human body is designed only to sustain and survive on this Earth, as the others are on other planets and in other galaxies. Yes I do believe there are other worlds and civilizations just like ours. The universe would be a huge waste of space. Or fate is in the power of our thoughts and mind and is in every human organism, our mere visions and mind set makes life happen, whether predicted or manifested in what appears to feel like trial and error. Life unfolds and is so perfect yet unpredictable, it is precious and one of a kind. I’ve had to entertain the thought that my visions are in fact my future manifestations as the numbers only increase with my daily living. Are they one of a kind and both the same? Perhaps! I’ve learned this in the last couple of years through The Law of Attraction and The Secret that my mere way of thinking weather positive or negative actually makes things happen and ultimately influences and alters the outcome. Our destiny lies within the power of our thoughts and that I know is true. In the last 12 years, I’ve learned to love my life, my mind, body and my soul just as I love mankind. I’ve learned tremendously to appreciate life and I am no longer afraid to live and don’t find it difficult to be on Earth. I embrace life and find humour in the challenges and surprises the universe unfolds each day, no matter how hard or difficult they seem to be they are what they are. There is usually a great lesson to be learned with all those emotions that don’t make us feel very good. I do my best to laugh daily and find pleasures in the simple things I see and do. I am highly adaptable in everything I do and pursue and the fact I am highly artistic, poetic and have a high degree of imagination does not surprise me one bit. In fact in only confirms on the fact that I am who I am and I am an Empath. Namaste~
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