Self empowerment 

12 creative works found

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  The Rocks Cry Out
  by Mariam Muradian

  Acrylics & oil pastels on canvas

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  "The Blind Can See"
  by Mariam Muradian

  Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian See the other paintings in this series! /

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  The Blind Can See T
  by Mariam Muradian

  2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian

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  I Dreamt of Flight
  by Mariam Muradian

  Copyright 2004 Mariam Muradian. All rights reserved. I painted this series, including this painting, after hang gliding at 10,000 feet! / That perspective and that experience changes you forever in a split second! Oil pastels , acrylics, and charcoal on canvas. CLICK ON SAME IMAGE IN MY JOURNAL UNDER “MY FLYING ART MOVIE” TO SEE THE SERIES SLIDE SHOW!

• Rel - Sole V Soul
  by Tony Ryan

  Following is another possible entry to the book I would like to publish about relationships. I believe many of us are dependant upon…

  Following is another possible entry to the book I would like to publish about relationships. I believe many of us are dependant upon externals for our happiness. We look for so many things to make us happy but how many of these things are heart felt desires? I believe that we have been brainwashed by society with regards to what will make us happy. As a result we become very single minded about certain people or external things we need in our lives. This is none more evident than when we think of soul mates. Personally I do believe in them but believe that in most cases they will only work once each individual has connected to their own soul first. If either partner is not secure their soul mate is likely to become their sole purpose for living. This is the ugly side of romantic relationship. One or both partners become so dependant upon the other for their existence and happiness. The end result is a strangulation of life. Fear of loss being so great that the person feels scared to be truly free. I know how this feels as I have been there regularly. In fact the deeper one’s capacity to feel the greater the fear of loss. This example with soul mates permeates all sorts of human relationship in my opinion. Many parents place enormous dependency upon their kids for their own happiness. Their kids become so important to their own sense of self that these kids become sole points of interest in the parent’s life. Hence once again the parent’s energy strangles the child’s freedom and their own. Some others do this with status or wealth or their own appearances. They place something as a major priority in their lives and become ignorant to other people and activities that surround them. By placing sole importance on one or limited aspects of life they cut themselves off from so much experience and wisdom and freedom and strength. I believe our souls know exactly what people and experiences we need to achieve and maintain joy and peace. The trick is to be open and courageous enough to do what it takes to hear our souls. However these days so many of us seem so controlled by childhood fears that are long forgotten that we listen more to our peers than to our own souls. The thing is society and peers are far from pure and divine. If we are to listen to these controlling forces we are going to be encouraged to be selective and judge mental. To target selected activity and people over looking at each person and activity with an open mind. The thing is the more we think and live like this the further separated we become from our soul and from any meaningful relationship with our soul mate. www.leapoffaith.com.au www.bodylinecal.com

• Falling, R We? (3/12/08)
  by logicalmusic

  N/A

  “Something to think about” Poem for Racial Prejudice on both sides.

• Repetition (Friendship)
  by logicalmusic

  I was fustrated when I wrote this piece. I know everyone can relate it to some point in their lives.

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  Release
  by Halima Mitchell

  Digital painting from August 2007.

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  All I Need Is Me
  by Terry Hinkle

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  DELUSIONS OF SELF EMPOWERMENT
  by JaneAParis

  OIL PAINTING INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Original Work Titled: WINDMILL OF POLITICAL HATE Many of my paintings are about the psychological torture I have had to endure for years because of politics… The original title was: / BLACK LADY CHAIN SMOKING, DRINKING, AND WEARING A GLOW IN THE DARK SPARKLE RING I had to shorten the title for the print, so I changed the title to: / WINDMILL OF POLITICAL HATE This is about being forced to go in endless vicious circles in regard to your sexuality, your relationships, your jobs, your health, and everything else in your life pretty much. The cigarettes and alcohol represent sexual relationships, which you can’t do without very well because of your political status and the fact that you are not allowed to move forward on your own. The black lady represents slavery, for she being kept powerless in the system. And the glow in the dark sparkle ring represents the infection in your body, (ovary), which has been intentionally left there to fester and torment you, as a means of torture. And the only relief you are offered from this is through sexual relationships with men, because they refuse to give you health care on your own. THEIR WINDMILL their windmill… I am not healthy / I am not wealthy / I am not in control / I am not reaching any goal / I try and try and try in vain / But all I’m left with is never-ending pain / I go in circles that are drawn for me / With no ability to break the cycle / Their windmill that tortures me endlessly, see / All the disrespect, referring to my attempts as ‘riding a bicycle’ / I hope they are happy that I am crying / This is of their making, that I am dying JANE À PARIS Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description – / This is about being made to go in circles, and about words of hate and disrespect that spur a vicious cycle like a huge hateful windmill that is spinning out of control. Their windmill leaves its victim in a sad, dead neverending spin that is spiraling out of control to nowhere. It is actually a very famous and well known windmill, it is the windmill of political hate.

• TEN POWERFUL WAYS
  by Terry Hinkle

  These TEN things will enable you to start connecting more directly to the higher levels of Universal Life Force Energy and to start co-cr…

  A selection from: / Plan BE, Secrets of the Divine Feminine / www.gotoplanbe.com © 2009 TERRY HINKLE

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  In Pursuit of Protection
  by cayenne

  Seeking love through emotional vulnerability can offer some protection but it will extract it’s cost. The arm of protection can turn ominous because of this emotional imbalance and the woman is not only left vulnerable, but potentially threatened. Loving yourself and finding full self-acceptance is the safest place to be-in these you will find all the protection you need. Sharing yourself with others from this position will be empowering and nurturing.