Holy spirit
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Sacred Heart mixed medium painting with Sanskrit prayer shard from a Tibetan prayer flag.
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John 4:10-14
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Deep in the northern steppe of Mongolia, a place for prayer.
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Yeah, I might be a photographer, but even I get fed up with having to hold a camera all the time! Sometimes it’s good to dive back into more traditional media! After all, I didn’t study Graphic Design and Fine Art at Cal Poly Pomona for nothing! :) Mixed media drawing: markers, conte crayon, india ink, acrylic, charcoal, gesso/ gesso tints, stencils
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acrylic on canvas END OF DAYS Red sky in the morning, you’ve had your warning / the wolves are running, the end is coming See the white bird flying, he’s got a heart just like a lion / see the sun descending, on a world that fears an ending See the snake a creeping, as the children are a sleeping / there’s a tower in the middle, it’s built of death and lies and riddles Only love can set you free Sheep rushing to the fold, a remnant neither bought nor sold / a single shepherd on a rock, face all the nations for his flock see the light in motion, hits the earth just like an ocean / soon the sky unravels, stars fall down like so much gravel Look away from all your idols, this cursed earth is suicidal / lift your eyes up to the sky, see the heavens, see the heavens eye to eye only love can set you free
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Photoshop work
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Mixed Media on Arches watercolor paper / (acrylic artist’s colors, oil pastel, Graphite) / 2006 SOLD
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Washed in the Blood. Thank God for Grace!
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“Now I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war.” Rev 19:11 These are the days of grace. The King is giving His creation time to come to their senses, and even now has His nailed-scarred hand extended out to humanity, to all who will come to Him. He offers peace, salvation, and forgiveness. Yet, as any earthly king knows well, there will be those who contest His right to rule over them, and these objectors will have to be absolutely dealt with in order to establish His absolute monarchy. Why not acknowledge His might now? I certainly have, for I don’t want to be one of the countless rebels who are forced to bend the knee and confess Jesus Christ as Lord. I want to be “in good” with the Great King who is soon returning to reign and rule. Is this the Jesus we think about often? I would say, “No”. Yet, consider these words penned by King David, a man who knew his King quite well. “Now therefore, be wise, O kings; / be instructed, you judges of the earth. / Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. / Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, / And you perish in the way, / When His wrath is kindled but a little. / Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.” From the Book of Psalms / Psalm 2: 10-12 / †New King James Version For an even longer artist’s description of this piece, and if you have the patience to read my rambling thoughts, please see my other gallery
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Photo taken October,11,08. Sunset at Haifa Bay, Israel. / Thanks for viewing and commenting.. / Have a splendid day ! / Copyrights© Nira Dabush
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Another photomontage of images I found around the web (links below). I wanted to create an image reminiscent of Baz Lurhmann’s “Romeo & Juliet” movie imagery. This portrait worked well with the religious imagery – I didn’t want anything obvious. This type of imagery is very powerful to me, but not for religious reasons. I just find it perfectly encapsulates the American-Hispanic passion and culture – the juxtaposition of fierce faith and violence (much like Lurhmann’s film actually). / / / /
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May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. Galations 6:14 / Congrats Marie! This beautiful image is the Winner in the Living Christianity Challenge! All profit from sales goes to Feed The Children /
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Jesus said “If you love me you will keep my commandments, and I will ask the Father, and He will give you another comforter, that He may remain with you forever – The Spirit of Truth Whom the world cannot receive, because it does not see Him or know and recognise Him. But you know and recognise Him, for He lives with you and will be in you. John 14:15-17
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I layered several images in photoshop CS3 and blended them into one image. /
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Goddess woman overcome by the light. Photo based mixed medium illustration.
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Watercolour and black pen. Describing the inner fire the holy spirit brings.
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The holy city of Safed, perched on a mountain top in the upper Galilee, conjures many images to all lovers of the city. The romantic flavor of narrow cobblestone lanes and ancient synagogues fills one’s lungs with a new spirit. The rusty old houses with there domed roofs clearly identifies the city with the mysterious past of the Holy Land. The history of Safed, in real terms, dates back only five hundred years to the beginning of the 16th century. As if out of nowhere, Jews from near and far settled there – as if answering a divine call – and built the largest Jewish settlement in Palestine. Furthermore, great scholars and mystics opened yeshivos in Safed, being an added incentive to other young men of wisdom to settle there. In one sense, the last half of the 16th century was the pinnacle of Torah grandeur which the city experienced. The author of the Shulchan Aruch (Jewish Code of Laws), Rabbi Joseph Karo, sat at the head of the rabbinical court while compiling his compendium of Jewish Law. At the same time, another saintly man by the name of Rabbi Isaac Luria revealed the mystical side of the Torah, called Kabalah. Together these men and their disciples opened new pathways to the Torah which embedded an invisible holiness in the very rocks of the city. Today everyone who strolls through the city is caught off guard by the hidden spirit of Safed which vibrates full of life after so many generations. Not only newcomers are surprised, but even weathered old comers as well. Homage to Safed. Images from Safed: / Images from Abuhav Synagogue: / Featured in the following groups: / Light and Reflection / First Things / That One Great Shot / True Potential / Buyers Club / ImageWriting / Cityscapes and Skylines / Bagels and Lox – Jewish themed art and writing Challenge winner: / April Lamp in Light up My Life group.
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All profits from the sale of this work go to the Philadelphia Mission Holy, Holy Spirit Holy, Holy Spirit, I have quenched your flame. / I received you, but I grieved you / when conviction came. Holy, Holy Spirit, whom I have despised, / Jesus sent you and He meant you / when He prophesied that He would send the Holy Spirit / showing me the way / and leading me into the truth, / the truth I disobey, / revealing life and liberty / that I have shoved away. Holy, Holy Spirit, present in my heart, / I repent of grieving your love. / Please do not depart. Holy, Holy Spirit, when I hear your voice, / confirmation of salvation / makes my heart rejoice!
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Watercolor on heavy paper, water color pencil ORIGINAL FOR SALE Bubblemail me for more information.
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The oil is in the crushing. The greater you crush an olive—the great the oil flow. Suffering releases the power of the Holy Spirit (oil). If you had not gone through what you’ve been you, you wouldn’t have the empowerment for the next level God is bringing you into. So Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the presence of his brothers, and from that day on the Spirit of the LORD came upon David in power. ~1 Samuel 16:13 Stock Credits: / Texture: http://tf5-stock.deviantart.com/
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Featured with the group Deer Me Nov 2009 Featured with the group Healing Through Art Dec 2009 Something about this image drew me in as I pondered on it, recalling the moments when the photo was taken. It was cold that day as I lay on my chest aiming my camera up in wonder at the beauty before me. The snow shower tinkled about me as I focused my camera thru the viewfinder fogging over in my misty breath. Even then I felt the hint of something ‘over and above’ me, as a presence gathering me up into a desire for peace and serenity. I felt me relaxing into the cold as I gave myself over to that desire for tranquility, and then I felt it grow. My hand was shaking as I fired off the frame and I wondered at the cause. Was the chill getting to me or was I in the throes of something else? I realized that though I lay in a bed of snow, I was far from cold, or perhaps it comes closer to say that I was not the least bit concerned. I had walked a long way thru ice and snow; my camp was even farther still from help. Strange warmth welled up from deep within my chest melting the possibility of threat, and I simply knew that all was well in my little world. And so as I studied the image before me, I noticed how the background light conspired to seemingly demarcate what had occurred that day on such subtle feeling levels of experience. The words of the Misty Edwards song “Light of Your Face” started playing in my mind, “…Let the light of your face shine down on my heart and let me feel it….For I live only to see your face so shine on me…” As I remembered, the feeling welled up in me, as if to say, “I am here always, not just a memory of what was, but as a reality to be chosen, right here, right now.” / ____ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f2.8 @/1/60, 200 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Gitzo tripod, Wimberley head
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Featured in the group Forests Oct 2009 Featured in the group Healing through Art Oct 2009 I sat watching him sitting there beneath the spruce and oak – a canopy of such density that little snow filtered thru. Winter chill creeping into my bones; I rose from my seat in the fallen leaves to run thru a series of deep knee bends, hoping to warm my blood. Upon returning to my seat, I looked in utter surprise to see that he was fast asleep. It’s a given that Park animals are far more comfortable with us that usual, but still I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit flattered that he would trust me enough to fall asleep in my presence. I was raised in a family of hunters, you see. Though I lacked the constitution for it, I participated just the same. It made me feel closer to my father. I went contrary to my nature to get my father’s approval. I wasn’t aware of this at the time. After many years, and having put my guns away, I realized that my life as a hunter had taken a toll on me somehow. I took up a camera, instead of a gun, and without knowing this either, I went into nature to find forgiveness. I had been away from nature for over ten years, away from my childhood friend, that place that I had retreated to for solace so often growing up. I sat there watching him sleep just a stone’s toss away and something foreign crept its way into me – a feeling that if given a voice to speak would have said to me, “Hey, do you suppose that if he can trust you like this, don’t you reckon you should be able to as well?” It felt like my father putting his arm around me and telling me that nothing else mattered; it was okay to make mistakes – it’s how you learn. I realized that despite all the striving I’d never let me feel approval of me. It wasn’t easy deciding to deal with me in a completely different way. But I met something there that day in the silence of the forest that showed me how to go about it. I found it deep within. A deer friend showed me how to find it. / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon 5F, f2.8 @ 1/15, 200 mm, Fuji Velvia, -1 exp.comp fill flash, Gitzo tripod, Wemberly head. Great Smoky Mountain National Park. /
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Featured with the group Wild Nature Photography and Writing Nov 2009 (Continued from Crystalline Flow) There’s the story that’s told of an old man who died in an accident along with his dear friend, Old Blue, the hound dog. They were inseparable, and it’s no wonder that as the man approached the pearly gates, Old Blue was right there by his side. A handsome fellow in formal attire welcomed the man, throwing open the gates to a city of diamond towers. The old man strode triumphantly thru the gates walking golden streets, his eyes brightly reflecting his surroundings. All seemed right with his world until he felt awareness stir deep within him and he looked down at his side to see that no one was there. Old Blue wasn’t there. He looked ahead and to either side but it wasn’t until he looked behind to the distant gate that he saw Old Blue waiting there. “Come here, sweet heart,” he urged, patting his thigh. “Come on, now, girl.” But Old Blue wouldn’t come. The man retraced his steps intending to force Old Blue to follow, but as he grasped her by the collar, he heard a voice say, “You can’t bring that dog in here.” The old man just stared up in surprise at the striking gate keeper in all his fine attire. He hesitated some moments before turning away from Old Blue and walking away back down the golden street. But his pace slowed as his feet grew heavy. He looked back at Blue, then again toward the diamond city, and each time he repeated this, the city looked less appealing and Old Blue more inviting. I can’t say how long it took him to make up his mind, but soon enough the man left that place and was back out on the path with Old Blue walking by his side. They came to spot where the road forked right thru a gap in a split rail fence, where a dirt path meandered thru a grove of maples ablaze in the colors of fall. He stepped up to the gap and noticed a man in the distance tending a small garden beyond the maple grove. “What is this place?” the old man shouted, but he had to draw closer to hear the gardener speak. He walked thru the gap and down the path and shouted his question once more. “Why this is heaven,” replied the gardener and he went back to his work. The old man stepped closer so as not to have to shout. “If this is heaven, then what was that place back up the road a piece, what with the streets of gold and diamond skyscrapers and such?” The gardener looked up and smiled, “It’s a place where people choose to go when true love doesn’t particularly interest them.” About that time the old man felt awareness stir deep within him. He turned to look back at the gap in the fence and Old Blue wasn’t there. He felt a familiar muzzle nuzzling in his hand and there she was right by his side. Old blue peered thru the maples into the garden until she had the gardener’s attention. He stood up amongst his plants and brushed off his knees and laughed saying, “Why, sure, Blue. You can bring him in with you.” And so it happened that a man and his dog found their way into heaven. / __ I wakened to true love at the foot of a waterfall. I heard it in the thunder of falling spray. I saw it in the light glistening off the cascades. I felt it as mist on my face and in the breeze exhaled by its flow. A voice deep inside me alerted me to its presence and as I continued to answer the call, the awareness grew within me day by day. There is something here loving me without need or agenda nor any expectation of return. I think I’ll walk with it for a spell and see what it has to show me(continued with Crystalline Flow 3. / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F4s, f 8 @ 1/90sec, 200 mm, Fuji Reala 100, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head
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Featured in Light in the Darkness Group Oct. 2009 – Thank you! Futured in Photography Fun Group Oct. 2009 – Thank you! / / (Continued from Crystalline Flow 2) Looking Glass Falls is a 50 foot sheer drop located roadside just north of Brevard NC and though you’ll probably never have it to yourself, it’s still a beautiful site to spend some time. Hind sight is twenty-twenty, they say and looking back I get a sense that I came to that place in life where I took pause to ask myself, “Who are my real friends, anyway.” It was a wise man who once suggested that I figure out the five friends most important to me, because together their influence shapes my life into what it is to me. It’s interesting that as I stood in the foreground taking this image of Looking Glass Falls, I was able to ‘see’ my reflection in the water – not a visual refection but more like a gut impression of who it was looking back at me. I have to ask myself, do I hold precious those friends of mine who care enough to tell me the truth when I don’t seem to want to see it for myself? It can be challenging to sit at a waterfall’s feet and really feel what she has to say. It’s like looking into the eyes of a fawn; there’s nothing but love looking back at me, and that can be strangely disconcerting to bear….at least this is what I’ve found. I’ve found that receiving true love is feeling completely loved and this can contradict a lot of misconceptions hiding away beneath my awareness. I have to confess my surprise at realizing that I wasn’t very comfortable initially with feeling nurtured and supported. It wasn’t what I was accustomed to. The first few times I touched into the feeling of being loved in this way, I couldn’t stay there. I severed the connection like someone jerking a hand out of flames, afraid to feel. But I kept going back to the waterfalls letting them love me harder than I could resent myself. I’m grateful now for the guidance I found there in nature that insisted upon reflecting another view of me until I could bear to see it. Now as I take a moment to peer into these waterfall images; I sometimes let my imagination break free of the guiding force of my mind; I relax into the ebb and flow of my breathing as I listen to the water falling. I can almost feel the cool air bathed in cleansing mist as I breathe it in; I sink deeper into my seat and my spirit takes root deep into the heart of the earth as branches of light extend into the heavens; I focus my awareness within the center of my chest and let it fill and expand with light from the waters of my breath. And I’m there again experiencing myself new and renewed at the feet of waterfalls (continued with Crystalline Flow 4). / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f11 @ 4 sec, 75 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head, Tiffen CP and W filters (continued with Crystalline Flow 4). /
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