The Road For Artists: It Starts Within

Let it go for two days, and let life show you. From your thoughts, you can’t see life. But life unfolds with or without your input. So why suffer? You cling to the shore by a bark. Let goFrom all your thoughts, you can't perceive clearly. Clarity is just there, available to you immediately. In direct perception of life unfolding through you. You cloud clarity. You see everything that you are not until you see immediately. What you are is what you get, always. Until you empty the past, the past is what you see. When there is no more past, there’s the eternal now; what more clarity could you want? Your destiny evaporated, and you are free. You don't recycle the past; you’ve faced it bravely and let it go. You live as a piece of life in alignment with life—a dance without the choice of participation. You dance alone, in God’s arms, with God, alone. That is meditation, liberation, yoga, union and eternal peace. Death to death. And the birth of life through you. You don't stand in the way of life anymore. One impediment after the next. That’s how you’ll discover the free flow of your soul-expression. Change will happen, but naturally, and freedom dawns with each restriction faced. Evolution. The past falling off your being with each step. Life purges. And you don’t stand in the way of life anymore. Everybody has it. Everybody is free. However, their freedom (full transpiration of the soul) is dampened by a fixed identity (the fossilised past) that is held dearly and is solely fed by participation. Consciousness knows and learns about itself by reflection. One degree away through these organic bodies and their thoughts and emotional responses, but the source (consciousness) remains unchanged, witnessing unfoldment, experienced in direct perception or silence (meditation), immediately, looking into the still lake in perfect immersion as pure being. Melt the disturbance, let go of all that is not inherent in your soul and end in your direct soul-expression in fierce freedom. Immediate, spontaneous, natural expression of your being, beyond the past, beyond trauma and restrictions of self-expression. No responsibilities, no worries, no looking back or forth, but being alive in the pulse of the universe, breathing in and out through you. Consciousness is collective (God), but you, the child (fractal with free will), have the pleasure of living apart and exploring. To learn while being whole in your missteps.Consciousness is Quantum, and the world you look at physical. Quantum Physics holds Physics in its lap. Two sides of the same coin. All is one—energy, and nothing is lost.To return to your authentic soul-expression, you perform Spiritual Work and by that restore your, by trauma fragmented self-worth. You collect yourself where you left pieces outside of yourself. Your response to trauma was dispersion, and now you go and liberate yourself by expelling stored-up unexpressed emotional responses. Your nervous system remembers. You lost yourself to the world. It’s time you reassemble yourself. To restore your worth. To live life whole, not fragmented. You lost your autonomy to the elements of your life—the events, people and places. Now you take your power back. Isn’t that selfish? It’s the only selfless thing to do.You don’t owe anybody anything. Others' emotional worlds are not your responsibility. I have no responsibility to heal you. You have responsibility to heal yourself. The only thing I do, I do out of joy of self-expression. Aligned with life, that expression is natural to me—effortless. And so I write and then read these little scribbles to you out of joy. It’s my uniquely assigned path to liberation. My way to liberate myself. That is my sole responsibility. Not to you, but to myself. The only selfless thing to do. I don’t owe anybody anything but bask in the joy of my soul and expel the past. Time is the prison. Thoughts are the hooks. And your soul is free.When you remove emotional traumatic responses to outer stimuli, you slowly liberate yourself. You untangle from your projected reality. That recollection of pieces of yourself is the process to restore self-worth and end in your soul's expression. Yours, no one else's. It’s not pleasant, but what is your alternative? To repeat the past and stumble upon seemingly random events that poke you until eventually you learn to see and you feel what you don’t want to look at, finally to then realise that it's not off you and you can now let it go in peace. What you see is in you. What you see is you. Do you like what you see? Eventually, there is no more past to see. What do you see then? Only philosophy. Homey Eyes (Song) You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube When life has something to say through me, I write. My task flows from my being as a flower emits its fragrance. As a tree bears its fruit and no other. When I am still, life puts me in my place. When I am still, I become my part. And though it appears small to me, it might be vast. I can only see a frame of time that I fix in agony to fit my picture of the world. But God has other plans for me. And all the pain dissipates as I write.They say, ‘you’ve got the gift, kid,’ as if it were something special. Gifts are innate. Wishing for another’s gift makes that gift seem special. You’ve got your own - magical to another - gift. Discover it, that’s special, and then the work starts. The perfect action is when you don’t act. The perfect action is when you let life act through you. In complete harmony, what you create holds life. That is beauty in art, complete trust in life, a fall into God’s arms through your work. And you can claim a work you never touched as yours. Life teaches itself through its parts. And true power is impersonal. It's the power of the whole through the individual.And so I write my meditative contemplations out of joy. Like a poet writes his rhymes and a rhymer writes his songs in accordance with life. Like a mother embraces her child. Like a father embraces his responsibility to provide for his family. Like the thread of life connects the whole. Like the sun needs no outside source to burn, and its nourishment to us is its innate being. A function assigned to it. So you, too, have your function. The task I am made of is philosophy. Philosophy is about the flow of life, not about walls and gathering your moral armour. But words that liberate. Words that point to the unspeakable, the whole. Philosophy is not superiority, ritual, walls and formations that separate from life, but life itself. The art of philosophy is to dance around the subject of life, for it can’t be contained by human language, only by the language of the heart. It can be perceived with God, never alone. I’d love to introduce you to my favourite philosopher: Marcus Aurelius, a Roman emperor. To reign with deep roots in philosophy, experience the whole through meditation and impart that grace to his kingdom. That is what true reign is—a responsibility through deep care through the pulse of the whole.   I will now read you some of my favourite parts from Book II of his personal meditative contemplations he never meant to publish. Fortunate for us, we now get to bathe in his book called ‘Meditations’.Don’t ever forget these things: The nature of the world. My nature. How I relate to the world. What proportion of it I make up. That you are part of nature, and no one can prevent you from speaking and acting in harmony with it, always. (Book 2 Verse 9, henceforth documented as 2.9.) You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say, and think. If the gods exist, then to abandon human beings is not frightening; the gods would never subject you to harm. And if they don’t exist, or don’t care what happens to us, what would be the point of living in a world without gods or Providence? But they do exist, they do care what happens to us, and everything a person needs to avoid real harm they have placed within him. If there were anything harmful on the other side of death, they would have made sure that the ability to avoid it was with you. (part of 2.11.)The speed with which all of them vanish—the objects in the world, and the memory of them in time. And the real nature of the things our senses experience, especially those that entice us with pleasure or frighten us with pain or are loudly trumpeted by pride. To understand those things—how stupid, contemptible, grimy, decaying, and dead they are— that’s what our intellectual powers are for. (part of 2.12.)Nothing is more pathetic than people who run around in circles, “delving into the things that lie beneath” and conducting investigations into the souls of the people around them, never realising that all you have to do is to be attentive to the power inside you and worship it sincerely. To worship it is to keep it from being muddied with turmoil and becoming aimless and dissatisfied with nature—divine and human. (part of 2.13.)The human soul degrades itself: Above all, when it does its best to become an abscess, a kind of detached growth on the world. To be disgruntled at anything that happens is a kind of withdrawal from Nature, which comprises the nature of all things. … Or when it puts on a mask and does or says something artificial or false. (part of 2.16.)Human life: Duration: momentary. Nature: changeable. Perception: dim. Condition of Body: decaying. Soul: spinning around. Fortune: unpredictable. Lasting Fame: uncertain. Sum Up: The body and its parts are a river, the soul a dream and mist, life is warfare and a journey far from home, lasting reputation is oblivion. Then what can guide us? Only philosophy. (part of 2.17.) You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube Mediocrity is a sin. How does mediocrity happen? By not caring deeply about what you do and build and its impact on the world. By not expressing your soul’s expression, but someone else's. You crave excellence/ you demand excellence of yourself because you care deeply about your cause. Who are you? It's all about self-knowledge after all. Who are you and what is the value you bring to the world?—Uniquely, because there is just one you, and we need you. It's a sin to hide from yourself. Find out who you are and give yourself to us completely. It's your responsibility. How does mediocrity happen? Fakeness. Fake people express mediocrity because deep care and nurture are missing. When you express who you are, you love your expression so much that you make it beautiful. It is your child, and you nurture it. Your GPS is your gut. It’s your taste. What you create is You. You create it for yourself, for your own pleasure. Your taste, for yourself. You taste first, and you get pleasure from what you create first and foremost. The creation is your pleasure, and that pleasure you encapsulate in your work. You become an artisan—a Master craftsman. Your work is an extension of you. Your work is you; there’ll be no division left. It’s distasteful to create something mediocre. On the vertices that matter, excellence is the only option.You are here to do something exceptional. The only right thing. Your natural soul-expression. The only expression that’s true to you. The only expression worth expressing. Mediocrity is not okay. If you do something, do it right.Your destiny is the destiny that belongs to the world. The greater good is the only good. In such alignment, the world helps you because you help it. Help it by helping yourself. Help it by discovering who you are. Art blooms because those are your flowers on your tree. How can any other flower bloom?I will not be able to win playing by the rules. The way that I will win is by breaking them. My strategy is no strategy. My strategy is being me.If I play by the rules, I’m just another artist faking who wants to project the image of the perfect artist. I am not that, nor am I best suited to play that game. My game is no game. My game is being me. I know the value I bring, and it shines through. Being me is not just enough; it’s what the world needs. Remember who you are.I have no other purpose than to be myself in glory. What a trajectory. What a freedom.No matter what you do, if you do it as you, you’ll find pleasure in it. You find no pleasure if you exert yourself. When do you exert yourself? When you portray an image. When you perform, you ask yourself after the performance, ‘Did I do well?’ Your scrutiny can only stop when there is nothing to scrutinise. What if there’s no image to uphold? Then the only action is immediate. Immediate soul expression, an emanation of you. A perfect mirror. Perfect choicelessness. How can you pick apart that? How can you touch your soul? You can’t. Just like the world can’t. Your soul is untarnished, pure, remembering that loves the cure, bathing in divinity, embodied holy trinity. What if there's no image to uphold?The people in most agony have the greatest discrepancy between their image and soul. The more you match your filter of ego with your soul, the more sane you are, and also happy. Best to take your filter off from time to time.Stop scrutinising yourself. If you are genuine and of integrity, and what you speak is true, then how can the world be against you? In such a state, you are empty and you reflect the world. In the world as the world. The only one hurting yourself is you because you mistake your thoughts and emotions as outside enemies when it's all happening here. The pain is with you, and so is the solution.So outside the box that it’s hard. Collapse into my arms.Beyond the mind (time), there is rest, and that’s where your soul resides. Reside there with me.Let go. Fall into my arms in peace. Singularity and polarity, life and death, all in one breath. Too philosophical for you? You don't need to understand. I still love you.  You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube We discover more and more about what God is through different units of consciousness. The representation of consciousness exploration is technological advancement—a physical representation of self-knowledge. As we probe into reality, we expand together. As we get to know ourselves, we evolve collectively. Individuals explore themselves and express that self-knowledge. That knowledge reflected in progress is called technology. Technology mimics how consciousness works. Technological advancement follows self-knowledge (exploration of consciousness, the fabric of life through probing into reality by way of individual consciousness exploration: units of consciousness). It's a group effort. It takes many to know one. The wave of art and technology are different representations of the same evolution. One is the physical, the other the spiritual representation of progress—one probing from within, the other from without. One attributes science to mapping God from without, while the other attributes it to mapping God from within, through direct experience. Physics and Quantum physics. The two faces of God. Two sides of the same coin. As within, so without. Art has yet to catch up with technology. We are behind. It’s time we stood up and served at the side of our counterpart. We uplift the human state of consciousness. We shift inner environments that dictate outer change. Technology and Art: Two inseparable waves, and artists are behind. It's the individuals who advance God (the collective being). An individual piece of life is a snapshot of life at its time of birth—An instant born and perished at the same time, suspended in space-time to live. A unit of the whole looking into the sub-reality of space-time to view and participate in the potential of that piece of life. The collective being (consciousness) looks at and experiences itself from all potential configurations. The configurations come to their fullest potential through suffering and struggles, meanwhile adding to the knowledge of the whole. As society advances through technology, the technology each soul is meant to birth by being uniquely themselves and taking their art to the extreme of authentic soul expression, uniting with God at the end, crashes as one wave on God's shore. One collective being advances by playing and exploring itself through different eyes. A play of consciousness for its own sake. Life. Life contained within life. Being in the world as the world. It evolves and exists eternally complete at the same time. Consciousness is a fractal pattern. Imagine a tree, an information highway that represents God. A computer that stores information. The individual folders evolve to access higher branches as they expand, feeling more collective and taking on tasks suitable for them for collective advancement. In a state of looking within (meditation), the whole tree is experienced. The two faces of God, namely the quantum conscious field (the soul) and the physical representation (the ego). The ego is a mutable representation of the soul. Reflection is essential for learning about oneself. That conscious field fixes itself into form (physical reality) to learn about itself (to evolve). The soul is never at risk because it is viewing and participating in physical life, but eternally whole as a unit of the whole, at home with God. The soul (eternal and untouched by space-time) is from one dimension beyond participating in space-time. Two-dimensional living. The two faces of God (manifest-unmanifest). Quantum physics holds physics in its lap. Go into the microscopic and physics turns into quantum physics. Quantum physics is the basis of reality, and it’s conscious. One conscious being throbbing with the life of you and me. Technology is downstream from self-knowledge. Technology mimics the fabric of life: consciousness. Technology mimics the exploration of consciousness. Art encapsulates the state of the world, as technology encapsulates progress. The two are two branches of the same tree, namely the answer to, ‘Who am I?’. And we are all looking for that one answer collectively. It's a joint effort to know one. One cannot know oneself alone. Many can know one from different angles. And so we go towards a better tomorrow together. Let's bring life into the world through full artistic embodiment: artists as energetic portals of change. You transmit when you speak, write, paint or sing your song. You sing yourself. You write your state of consciousness into being. What a responsibility. Write until the writing writes you. Sing until the song sings you, and take the world with you. It's a joint effort, and we need everybody at their own time. Everybody plays their part perfectly. Not everyone understands, but those who do will deeply resonate with these words. If I'm the only one scrutinising myself (inner experiences of thoughts and emotions), then why would I hide from the world if I’m the world? Why do I have to protect myself from the world if I'm the world? Thoughts and emotions are happening here. In stillness, I am in the world as the world. Why do I have to hide from the world if I’m the world? Why do I have to protect myself from the world if I'm the world? No one was out to get me after all. I was out to get myself. If I'm the only one scrutinising myself (inner experiences of thoughts and emotions), then why would I hide from the world if I’m the world? You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

How selfish to just be a consumer and consume things—Things other people created. How about you create something and add to society?  With art, the problem is that it might not add to society (yet). There’s so much art, and we only need divinity. Divine art adds to society and enlivens life. Dull art is waste. But dull art brings the artist closer to divinity. Dull art is a purge of the old in transformation of the new—Trial by fire. The past falling off the artist to create from an empty canvas. To paint with the soul, not from past input. To create with God and the angels, and not paint through the curtain of ego/past/identity. To paint freedom, not death, and then spread freedom. That’s the value of art. Artists don't make money because they spread their prisons instead of freeing ppl from prisons. Break and invent taste. Challenge ppl; poke ‘em. Don't keep them safe in their boxes. Uprise, challenge, reform. Reformation and art go hand in hand. Art creates reform. Is what you do art?Money comes naturally as an act of service. What does your art do? Who does it serve? No one? Then think again. Now your art serves your healing. Heal, then heal others. Your art heals you until the scales tip, and art heals the world. My words have purpose. They poke you, don’t they? So I serve you. That’s an example. Who do you serve? What does your art do? Is it vanilla? Is it safe and comfortable? Who do you offend? For you must offend, I tell you. Do people love you? Maybe go to the edges and scare yourself, drop some more of your coat of past, and end up making something revolutionary. Maybe heal some more.Also. Artists don't understand the economics of business. To be able to serve the world, I need to be profitable to sustain myself and make ppl aware of my change! That’s business. Money comes naturally as a result of service (Henry Ford). Artists are entrepreneurs. Go read biographies and understand how ppl think that stand behind change and make change happen. Artists aren't paupers. Artists have to rise in intelligence and street smarts to go back to the golden age. Today, dying souls sing of death. Where are the Picassos and Davincis? We don’t need patrons, we need to rise and reclaim art. What is this begging for money when alive art enlivens the world? We forgot our part, maybe we forgot who we are. Who and who as artists. Alive work heals the world. It’s time we know the value of living work. And incalculable is the value of a living artist. Let’s wake up and create stuff worth having, tasting, owning, and paying for. Art is a product. Art has to be marketed. Art exists to make change happen. How can you make money from living art? First, come alive, then create something someone wants and charge for it. Maybe media or products around your thing, education or anything where healthy commerce sustains and btw, alive art is explosive and grows on its own. We just have not seen it in a while. Let's challenge the dimension of art and invent. In the Renaissance, explosive shifts happened. Art was an uproar, and what is it today? An act of hiding. We are hiding from ourselves. You don’t know the power of your soul—Self forgetfulness. Art breaks the old, invents the new, shifts in consciousness, represented in objects—Artefacts of change. We represent the awakening, the evolution of people coming alive. Come alive and take the world with you. There are two faces of God. Manifest-unmanifest and the artist, the bridge. Windows to God. Who are you? What do you represent? What do you create? You can only create what you are. Who are you?Picasso invented cubism, or rather, cubism used him to come to life. Authentic soul-expression is art. Are we creating with God or from our egos? That’s a thought. Is our art alive or dead? Are we alive? How dare we call death art. Is what we create art at all? These are the questions we are to ask if we long for a renaissance. Let’s rise from the dead. Let's together figure this thing out. Just one strike or two and we uprise. Let's spark some life into the community. Or we remain artists without spines, marching fools in line to further rigidity and away from life.  You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

Becoming A TeacherThis is a lived experience. It is not going to find you if you are not to become it. You are the path. You are your art. You are your craft, and your life’s work. The journey you live for the world is your destiny. You are your destiny: your lived experience as a selfless expression of your soul as your unique gift to the world out of compassion. As you walk along your path, something beautiful unfolds. You will feel the selfless desire to serve out of joy. You will naturally want to share your experience. Don't force this transition; fall into it naturally. When teaching happens through you, let it. What is meant to unfold always unfolds naturally. Simply make art, and live life consciously. Face your past and shed all that is not inherent in your soul. Unbecome. Unbecome and end in God.A teacher doesn't teach. A teacher is the embodiment of their teaching. Their natural soul expression is the teaching. It is inner knowing and unfolds within the heart as such. You become your teaching. Until that doesn't happen, you are not a teacher. Your lived path, the pain you conquer, is your teaching. You are your teaching. You speak from experience. You are That. You are what you teach. You have walked the road, and you effortlessly guide others to embark on that very journey. Your art becomes a piece of truth in time. Your art holds the truth and is your teaching. You may teach by speaking/ writing, or you may simply make art and let your art do the talking. You teach through direct experience through artefacts of you (art). Teaching through art. Art that teaches. You are your art. There’ll be no distinction left. Your art emanates the truth, imparts life, and gives a taste. It is alive as you created it as a piece of life in a state of communion with life. Your art is your highest teaching. Direct experience of God within. You are what you worship. You teach without intention. Your natural soul expression brings the healing. You don’t seek to impart anything. Life teaches; you are a vessel for the teaching to shine through. You don’t claim to be a teacher, you are That. You are a teacher by frequency. You are what you teach. You do not claim to be anything. You do not seek to become rich or famous from your art. Your art is a selfless expression of your soul out of joy. Out of your compassion, you share your art selflessly. Soulful art naturally awakens ripe hearts. Don’t stand in the way of life. Humbleness and simplicity are the doors. Intelligence only abides in pure vessels. Empty your being. Only selfless beings can enter the kingdom of heaven. As long as you are this and that and seek to be turned into the saviour, you are lost and can only confuse your students. Be a vessel of truth instead of a clown.The foolish ones make art. The wise ones are art. You can practice yoga, but you will never be yoga by practising it. You are that or you are not. You are life or you are death. Choose wisely.Writing is meditation. Speaking is meditation. Cleaning is meditation when you are aligned with life. It is the middle path. Neither action nor passivity. Non-action. Resting through action. Being. Active meditation. Alignment with life. Balance, simplicity, truth. Blissful emptiness. When you are alive, you capture life. When you are death, you capture death. Today, we are in the age of dead art. This is the era of death. Be a forerunner, taste, and impart life. Don’t perpetuate death. Come alive. The golden age holds masterworks. Today, dying souls sing of death.If you make art as your soul, your art becomes life itself. What you touch turns to gold, and heavenly works live on. Incalculable is the value of living work in the world. Incalculable is the value of a living artist. Living work gets preserved, and lights hearts on fire. Beyond duality, where positive and negative meet, there is rest. Rest in your soul. Be neither active nor non-active. Being, resting, recuperation. You don’t waste energy creating from a state of being. You are connected to the life force and have unlimited creative capacity. True knowledge is hidden carefully. Only when you are humble and selfless do you become truth. You cannot own it. You can live it. Be truth. Don’t be a clown and speak about something miraculous through words that are dead. You understand when you empty yourself. When you are selfless, you are life itself.Life is beyond polarity. Life is perceived. Life is lived. Truth can be perceived through your being in a state of meditation. When you turn within. When the mind looks within and sees itself, and rests there. Being, not doing. I AM. Resting. You are the one you are looking for. You are the one you worship.  As intelligence increases (alignment with life), effort decreases (flow with life): natural, spontaneous, effortless expression of soul.‘The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls’—‘Sound Of Silence’ by Simon & Garfunkel.I AM ‘The Road For Artists.’ There’s nothing to prepare. I show up and speak or type. I am what I share. My unbecoming is the road I lay out in these lines. My gift to the world is my journey of healing. I am the gift I give. My healing journey, my salvation, my unbecoming is my unique road. Everyone unbecomes in a different way, through a different lens. Everyone has different corruption and a different identity that melts in the face of God. So everyone uses different words and lays out a seemingly different path. But the destination is the same. All true paths end in God. My gift is The Spiritual Path Of Art, which I walk alongside my students. I am but another artist on The Road. That is how teaching feels. There is no intention to teach, the teaching naturally arises out of compassion. Healing happens when the vessel offers a shared space of truth. The individual does not heal. When the individual is no more, healing happens, a sharing of the space of pure being. No one heals or is being healed. Individuality collapses into the unity of life.An awakened soul that is on the journey of healing has a wider spectrum of experience. They may interact with the projected reality in a balanced way and enjoy the projection. They are not holy or perceived as holy, but are regular human beings with acute self-awareness through which they refine their emotional being. Their inner state is not reactive and thereby completely overpowered by the emotions stored in their body (the past crystallised in the body). Those layers are purged and let go of consciously. Enlightenment, from my perspective, is not a final state but the continuous surrender of all that is not me (inherent in my soul).A mature soul witnesses unfoldment and surrenders emotional residue, and affirms to the body to let it go. That is spiritual work in action. No magic, no fairytales, no angels or demons. No hallucinations, just a creation of a beautiful inner environment. All curses, hallucinations, and imaginations are but corrupt patterns to be let go of. No magic will unfold, and you won’t become the saviour. Those are corrupt patterns. Selflessness, simplicity and humility are results of true transformation. Such transformation is private work and does not need to be talked about or forced onto anyone. If you truly transform your life will become very simple and balanced. You will not hide from the world or become famous and preach. You will not run away from pain, but see the world and everything that appears before you as your next lesson. You might lose yourself to the projected reality and then remember again. Eventually, you see the world sitting in your soul, and constant disillusionment occurs. You learn about creation from within, alone. Your teacher is your soul. You will not see angels or talk to energy clusters. Instead, you have immediate knowledge of you: creation. All else you see is a projection of your mind, and you let those layers go. You live life humbly and share what you are to share in your way with your words, through your art. Your journey is unique to you. You will realise that the cup is useful when it’s empty, and that’s where creativity comes from. When the cup is full, the creative potential is masked by thoughts and emotions. Your body is a representation of your state of being. As you become light, the body becomes light and free of the past.As long as your life is in havoc and no harmony is established, you are still transmuting gross emotions. Once you live a simple, harmonious life, you refine subtler emotional distortions. Free yourself of the gunk of the past, forgive, purge, let go and free your destiny and your soul’s work. You will discover your soul’s work (you simply wake to it/ find yourself there) along your journey of healing, and your greatest joy will be to share yourself authentically with the world, as your soul, not as your shadow (as your authentic soul-expression). You will see that most of your desires and dreams were fueled by your shadow and were not yours. Your desires change, and you assume naturally the position of highest value for humanity through your vessel and do your work in flow for the world.  You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

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That's a very good question. What is The Road For Artists? Well, it's the road that I walked and I am walking, and it's actually the road that every artist walks naturally, unknowingly for the most part, and it is facing yourself every step of the way to become the artist you were born to become. To be yourself in front of the microphone. To have your flowers bloom because those are your flowers on your tree. How can any other flower bloom? But for that to happen, it takes a long time. Miles Davis says ‘Man, it takes a long time to play music like I play music.’ I'm paraphrasing, but it takes a long time to find your sound, and I don't want to sound like anybody else. ‘If I'm to put something on tape, it ought to be me.’ That's what John Coltrane said. Those are some of my heroes. Jazz Giants. I Have contemplated recently why Jazz is so mesmerizing to me. It's because something is planned but everything is unplanned. Every performance is new and fresh. There's some musical elements in place. The rest is improv, and if somebody changes an element, everybody does. So it's the hive mind. Jazz is one.Such is art. That's the essence of art. That's what I tried to relay in The Road For Artists. The road is walking the road, dying to the false you, to the shadow, to birth the art that you are meant to create. A mirror image of you, an extension of you, you are your art. But as long as there are shadows in the way, doubts and fears, ‘what would others think of me?’ for instance, what's on the canvas is not you then, it's your trauma and you paint until one day you are on the canvas and the canvas is you and the paint is you. There's nobody painting really, there’s just life, and you are the vessel for life to shine through. That's the road, and it's difficult and it's a mirror image of the spiritual road, the spiritual path to self. Who am I? Who was I before I was born, and before that? You know, when you really contemplate, who was I before I was born and before that? It's very difficult to come to an answer because... Space-time, right? Because time: past and future. But what is past and future, really? Past is trauma that we carry into the future. It's patterns. It's something robotic. It's a personality, almost static. Changes along the years, but you perpetuate the past into the future. Isn't that time? What if the soul is not off time? What if the soul is one degree away, always safe, safe and sound? What if that's where the peace of God lies? Because we're always safe. We're always safe and sound, right there where we are, now. Where was I before I was born, and before that? Now. Here now. One degree away. So, it's like a dimension in a dimension, but you're free of this space. That's why the great mystics say that you don't need to suffer, yet we are suffering. And that's the road. You die to yourself. You die to your suffering. You die to something false anyway, and you are born again as your soul. Though you never were anything else. How can you go to a place you never left? It's impossible. So, what's the essence of art? To become art. To be that. To be the dance of life through your hands. A birth of divine artifacts from soul to soul. It captures life and hence it relays life. It's like a window to God. Where we are one, safe and sound. Not that we are one-one. You're still your soul, but your soul is connected to creation. You are a part of creation. You are a piece of life. So, you create from a place where life is. You don't create dead art. Unfortunately, it's kind of harsh to say, but... This age is the age of dead art. Let's revive living art. Living art that tasted the soul. You know some artists, they taste their soul in one area of life, which is art, because that is what they mastered. For instance, Picasso was his art. He said it takes an entire lifetime to paint like a child. So he was divinity, and divinity was him. He left himself outside the door when he entered the shrine of his art studio. He was alone there. Just a soul. He communed with God while painting. The problem is he didn't bring that same divinity to the rest of his life. You know, he played God the rest of his life. But he was a humble servant of the divine, and that was his secret when he painted. He was no one when he painted. He was life. That was his secret. He didn't do anything. It's non-doing. It's karma yoga. It's being life. It's being art. The essence of art is to become your art. The essence of art is to find out who you are, and that's the spiritual journey. Who are you? And that's The Road For Artists, so thank you very much for listening. I'm gonna go back to making music now, and alive music, living music, not layers away, not degrees away. What would that look like, huh? I'm to find out. I'm gonna release some songs at the end of every episode. I'm gonna put a little song, just my guitar and me, back to basics. Perhaps some Jazz piano added. Let's see how that unfolds. I trust life. You know what I realised? I trust life more and more. The more layers fall off me, because they were never mine. The more I'm aligned with life. The more I am, the more I am myself, the more life takes care of me. In my misery, I felt alone and fragile, and I had such mistrust to life, and I'm just learning again, like a newborn, like an infant, to trust life and to trust God because he always took care of me. Because I've also realised on the road, and all of these topics are, by the way, topics that I'm going to cover on this podcast. It's just what comes to me naturally now, and then ask questions, please, in the comments, and I will do my best to answer them. I would love that so much more than just me riffing, even though apparently it works. You know, I was petrified before I sat down to the microphone. I was like, who am I to teach? Who am I to teach? ‘Who am I?’ to teach? If the teaching happens naturally, if you are your teaching, then that is that. If you are degrees away and you are not what you teach, then you are a fraud. No one chooses teaching. Teaching chooses vessel. You are what you are. So what I've also realised is that the world is a mirror. You emanate. I tell you a little secret. Your emanation is what you get in space-time. So it takes time, it has delay, but that doesn't matter because you just recycle your past. So it's the same thing regardless. So everything is energy, right? Everything is vibration. So you vibrate a certain thing. It's not just what you say and think. It's emotions. Those are charged, right? Because you believe in your thoughts, so you charge them with emotions, but not just that. Let's say there is a person, and you only say the nicest, most loving things to them, but there are undercurrents of you. There is jealousy or there is something you can't really put your finger on it but there is something nasty that you give them. So it's all of you, all your emanations, everything that you emanate. You know, your resonance is what you get back. So the world, you created it, that's the thing. You can blame God but when you're on the spiritual journey, it sounds very harsh, but when you're on the spiritual journey you realise more and more and more how you transpire and it's just: you get what you are. You get what's in you. You are not separate from your creation. You project yourself onto your creation, and you have done that all along. So when you see that you take responsibility and you witness your reactions to the world and you release them because ‘they're not inherent in my soul’, and this is how you untangle yourself slowly slowly, and it takes time and nobody that's here is done. So as I'm learning more and more I want to share selflessly not from my emotional self, not from my trauma but selflessly from my soul. From soul-to-soul. I speak to you from soul to soul. Perhaps it rubs off on someone and they sit in their soul while I speak. That's the goal. Again, this is all very new to me. So I'm just grateful for this opportunity to be me, and that's astonishing to me that I can just, you know... I don't need to save anybody, I don't need to teach to anybody. I don't need to be a saviour, I don't need to play that. I thought I had some kind of role to play, but life plays. Isn't that nice? I can just be me. That's kind of freaky. And beautiful. It's like ‘I can breathe out’. Like, ‘it's okay, you can just be you.’ And life takes care of you. But when you're degrees away from you, you are this corrupt piece of life, and you seem alone and fragile. When you clean all that dirt and you're once again you, life shines through. Isn't that cool? So that's The Road For Artists. It is the spiritual journey. And the cool thing is that I as an artist, I think I can relay that best to artists, you know? So, that's the unique twist. I'm just at the start of my journey. Hence, I want to thank you because by sharing selflessly, I heal myself. So thank you very much. Until next time. You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

Art is vibration. It doesn’t stand alone. It doesn’t live apart from you. Art lives by its maker. It lives through you. It is a piece of you. Art is frequency. You capture who you are, your state of being, in an object. You impregnate it with your intention. The highest intention is no intention (alignment with life). What stands behind your art shows. You cannot hide. You are your art. True soul expression has no intention but is a direct transmission of you. No afterthoughts, pure and true. Silence (meditation, the soul sitting in its own nature) is the highest vibration. Art that points to God melts and sits between you and the divine. You sit with God while you perceive and consume the art alone.Direct transmission of silence (meditation) is the highest blessing of love. Art is but a tool to take you there. Art is not it, but what it points to is That. The truth can only be perceived and directly experienced. It can never be captured as a derivative, as a projection. Truth is. All that is manifested is not That. What holds everything within it is That. I am. There are no more words required. Be aware of what you transmit. And see everything that is not you and dissolve it. You can only transmit what you are. See what you are not and let it go. Do you have eyes to see? The only way to be there is to fall and let go. The only way I can poke you there is to give you the experience. No one gives and receives that experience, but we share it. And it is up to you to realise it and nurture it within your being. It is the highest art form to relay God through art. That is the highest transmission. Where a master's road ends is in God. Words impregnated, emanating, nectar: Milarepa and Rumi. Art that opens a window to God. That is art. Death is not art. Art is alive. Art is vibration. Your art is an expression of your soul. It holds your vibration within it. Your art is your spell. So are thoughts; so are words. Every expression can be art. A corrupt artist creates shadows, objects of death, not art. When you are born, the placement of the stars—the world at that moment—you are that piece of life. You are that piece of time. The destiny of that moment in time suspended for you to live. You are a piece of life and the whole of life all in one breath. Heal. Regenerate. Purge. And establish in harmony. See with clarity, and act wisely.Free action lies beyond the past. Dissolve the past by observing the emotional entanglements as a witness. They are not inherent in your soul. Feel them, exhaust them to resolution, and surrender them to God. You will see things change, and you will continue to address the past and free up your future.Without the curtain of karma, you have free will. Recycling the past isn't free will. Driven by your past, you repeat it. That is your hell; your personal prison. A prison most are unaware of. Free yourself.You're not rejecting reality or your circumstance, but you are removing the pain from it, the emotions and spiralling thoughts that feed your agony. The facts remain; clarity dawns. The way you participate changes; wisdom arises; solutions appear; you surrender. There is a healthy way to participate in life: withdrawn, sitting in your soul, witnessing unfoldment. From that stance, you disidentify from your dramas and you surrender them to God.You see the urgent pain, but it doesn't touch you. It is a fact, and you can take action to resolve it, but emotional pain is dissolved. Now, you can act in a sane, balanced, and healthy manner. True change only comes with the internal release of emotional patterns. Otherwise, patterns repeat, and outward manifestation appears so that you see your pain. Remove the emotions and let the patterns fall away. That is final resolution. Intellectualising is not final resolution. Feel and release attached emotions. Paraphrasing Einstein: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome is insanity. You cannot change the problem with the same energy that created it.See the past unbalanced actions that led you to your current situation, but choose otherwise! Don’t contribute to this madness anymore. See the actions you plan to take every day and face the emotions accompanying the execution. Don’t shy away. Instead, face the pain and take the actions needed to get you to where you choose to go. As you take action, you dissolve the emotional pain, and the action remains in its purity, and you feel a lot better, almost content. The world doesn't have to affect you! You see the facts and, in wisdom, act to resolve pains on the path to a harmonious life. At the same time, you are not entangled but free of the pain. In the world but not of it (Jesus). Emotional pain can be resolved and let go of. Through contentment, you act in wisdom aligned with life. The resolution lies not in rearranging the world to fit your desires and fixing yet another problem, only for it to repeat in yet another way in your life. The final resolution is to look within and look at what lies within the problem.What masquerades as the problem? See the pattern and release it once and for all! Sit and witness the emotional turmoil, and affirm to release it and watch it dissipate. When the darkness leaves your being and light illuminates the empty space that it left, clarity dawns. New opportunities arise, and you see the problem from another angle.  Now, free action and wisdom take you to the new, and you are not recycling the past anymore. That is healing. There is nothing new if patterns and pains are not surrendered. They manifest over and over again. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome.How to change your life? Dissolve the emotional pain that is attached to your greatest acute current pains. Then, look at them in a new light and objectively, with newfound wisdom, take clear action towards a more harmonious life.The problem remains, but the emotional turmoil is dissolved. The facts remain, but the emotional turmoil is dissolved. Free action in clarity towards a harmonious life in wisdom becomes possible. Beyond emotional turmoil lies wisdom. Dissolving patterns is wisdom. Recycling the past is insanity.Now, you may set goals in clarity and participate in life in a healthy way. You may move towards a harmonious and balanced life. You stop running. You face your past. You surrender your mask. The authentic self emerges beyond all that madness. You are not a prisoner of your past. Your past is not your destiny. Your destiny is yours.  You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

An artist that is in direct contact with life. Completely surrendered—a complete vessel. Not degrees away; no identity in the way. What would that look like?The ocean, not its fluctuations. The winds, not the leaves swaying. The sky, not the birds flying. The canvas, not the paint. Freedom. What would that look like? What would that look like? Existing in my own contentment, basking in my soul, in one flow of art. Life paints; I step aside. I am the canvas and the paint, and time regulates the world as I am watching. Alive without a name. My art, my door to freedom.  Aligned with creation, I submit to life. Through me, art is born. My authentic soul expression is art. Art flows naturally from my being, as if without my involvement. I fly, float, and free fall. I have no walls to creation; they are dissolved at once. Waves crashing on the shore in silence. I am my art; my art is me. ‘I am’ is all my lips dare utter. I am—my art, life. I am.‘Ich habe kein litterarisches Interesse, sondern bestehe aus Litteratur; ich bin nichts anderes und kann nichts anderes sein. (I have no literary interest but consist of literature; I am nothing else, and I cannot be anything else.)’—Franz Kafka‘I do not evolve; I am. There is, in art, neither past nor future. Art that is not in the present will never be.’ ‘When I enter the studio, I leave my body at the door the way the Moslems leave their shoes when they enter the mosque, and I only allow my spirit to go in there and paint.’ ‘It took me my whole life to learn to draw like a child.’—Pablo PicassoI was sitting in a house of glass; I am the glass, I am the walls, but sun rays penetrate my soul. When art starts to dance through my hands, I come alive, and walls they melt as if there never were a house. There is no glass; there is but life. There is no life for the recluse.Why do I keep myself from life when I can reenter life right now? Art is my door to freedom. I command my past to dissolve. A fool lets the past touch the canvas. A master lets life touch the canvas. What I can leave at the door isn’t me, isn’t truth, is but debris, and leaves shall fall for leaves to bloom. It’s a little like dying. Complete trust. Letting go. Saying goodbye to misery feels out of place because it has been accumulated for a long time. A clogged artist is trying. But there is no trying. There is but being. You are art, or you are not. You are life, or you are death. Death is not art. Art is alive.Life goes: Being alive, forgetting the self, taking on foreign forms, painfully living fake lives, waking shockingly to that very fact, addressing the gunk, molding, then completely surrendering the mask, and then returning to the authentic self. From life to death to life again. Life loses itself to the projected-manifactured-fractured-fabricated illusion of ‘this is me’—The naming of something that it’s not. Life needs no name. Forms have no life. There’s nowhere to hide.‘Art is one layer away from God, but when it’s done right, it is God.’—Lila Tace (‘God And Art: From Pain To God Through Art’)There are no walls. We are the walls. When we surrender, there is life. When artists create art, they taste life. A spiritual journey is deconstructing the mask, making it habitable until the curtain falls. When there is mud in the water and transformation happens, the entire water gets cloudy. Healing isn’t pretty. But when the mud transforms into the light, the water is clearer than before. Pressure leads to release and transformation. Patterns are realized and let go of. Your destiny is the destiny that belongs to the world. Heal and capture that growth in art. Your work is your salvation. The meditation practice of an artist is making art. Your art will come alive as you come alive. Your art will share the truth as you become the truth. The past falls off you, and you paint from a state of pure being, sitting in your soul. In the world but not of the world. Remember. A master lets life touch the canvas! Heal so that you may impart life by becoming life yourself. You can only create what you are. Who are you? Purge the pain by observing it. Feel it from a distance and exhaust it to resolution. Surrendering it to God. The journey of the arts is the journey of the soul. It’s a long journey, but true artists have no choice but to walk it.An artist that is in direct contact with life. Completely surrendered—a complete vessel. Not degrees away; no identity in the way. What would that look like? Tell me.The ocean, not its fluctuations. The winds, not the leaves swaying. The sky, not the birds flying. The canvas, not the paint. Freedom. What would that look like? What would that look like? Existing in my own contentment, basking in my soul, in one flow of art. Life paints; I step aside. I am the canvas and the paint, and time regulates the world as I am watching. Alive without a name. My art, my door to freedom. Waves crashing on the shore in silence. I created a community where we walk The Road side by side, and I initiate you into The Spiritual Path Of Art. It’s the most powerful tool I’ve built, and today, you may join for free. It’ll be a paid product soon. You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

At any moment, I am X number of actions away from my goal. I don’t need to see all the actions ahead of me; I jump from pebble to pebble. That’s enough clarity. In the way of free action is my accumulated past (my identity) that disturbs me. As I take action, I dissolve myself. I am in my way, and my real work is the death of me, a birth cloaked as death; it’s sweet to die alive! I am in the way of my destiny, and as I walk my road, I die to my goal. And as I walk my road, I become the road. And I stop standing in my way.The only spiritual discipline I need is to see my goal and remove all in the way of my goal: the curtain of me, my identity. The current me is not capable of birthing my goal, but as I walk towards my goal, I become the person capable of bearing my destiny. My goal demands I become my goal. I face pain by taking action towards my destiny. Suffering arises as my current self dies to my emerging self. I die many times. I die to myself. I die to my goal. And I die to my destiny. It’s the many deaths that pain me. But I keep walking through fire. And I stop standing in my way. Who is in the way of free action? Me. Who else is in the room? I am alone typing away, writing a song, marketing a book. Who is in the way of free action? Me. Who else is in the room? No one tells me to delete my song as it is too different, daring, peculiar, and strange. No one tells me to stop and fit in to play it small and stay in that suffocating box. There is no box. If there’s a box, the box is me. But I am not a box. And I stop standing in my way. Who clouds clarity? The curtain of me. I am carrying the cloud of past (identity) wherever I go, not seeing reality as it is. My soul holds within a beautiful destiny that, when lived, becomes my greatest gift to the world. By living my destiny, I delight the world. My greatest joy also happens to be the world’s greatest joy. My highest good and the world’s highest good are in perfect alignment. And I stop standing in my way.By unfolding my destiny, I die to myself, I heal myself, and I heal the world. My destiny is my greatest teacher. My work heals me as I heal the world. Isn’t that beautiful? I teach, and I learn at the same time. I give, and I get at the same time. My spiritual growth gets captured in my creations, and I come alive in the world and enliven hearts. A real artist walks the road home to himself, and by doing his work, he dissolves into his work, leaving behind masterpieces of grace and glory. The only real glory is the light of the truth, and that light leads home. And I stop standing in my way. Everything that comes from my soul is art; everything that comes from my shadow is death. My greatest work of art is my authentic soul expression, and everything that is expressed through my soul is art. My spiritual journey that ends in my soul is the greatest piece of art I leave behind. All I create with my soul is a window to God, and I raise the dead. The dead taste life through me. My soul’s expression is art. Death is not art. And I stop standing in my way.  I clean the window so that my vision is clear. What I've accumulated is not me. I am free, and I am free right now. My greatest work of art is my journey home. Home to myself and home to God. My greatest work of art is my soul. My soul is God’s work of art, after all. I am His, and the dream of death has come to pass. My greatest work of art is my healing journey captured in art. Death is not art. Art is alive. And so I, too, come alive. And I stop standing in my way. You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

Every master works with that intensity, that involvement—shutting out the world and projecting forth their soul’s expression in free-roaming intimacy. In the first ten minutes, I just stare at the page or write lines that lack magic. But little by little, something clicks, and I fall into a spell that tastes like the first sip of coffee in the morning. The trick is to fight through the strain and arrive at meditation. Nothing makes sense until everything does. It's a magical space. I float, and I want to stay there. If you think too much about what your audience is going to like, they will not like anything you do. I just look for ideas that I really like and want to explore further. I just get into it and have fun with it. It is my joy that the audience tastes.Where do ideas come from? Where does information come from? It’s a consciousness stream you tap into. You are connected in meditation, pose a question, and receive the answer not in words but as a knowing. You can then put it into words for the world. That’s how I do it. I have no better way of explaining it.Open-ended exploration. No intention. No objective. I'm just showing up and letting the work work on me. I let the work surprise me and take me where it wants to go. Then, I let it tell me what to do with it. Then, on to the next project. My projects create themselves and dictate their destinies. I oblige. There is no objective, no fixed goal. I just show up every day and leave the rest to God. I don't know where I’m needed, how I’m needed, or how I can best serve the world. I pray and surrender myself to God. But make no mistake, I show up every day.Not many things are possible if you force life into a fixed position. You are blinded by your objectives. What if life has better plans for you? You can't participate because you are stubborn. Can you get yourself there faster and better? Every stepping stone allows for a happy accident. Do you know what's best for you? Do you have all the information? Don't assume a fixed position with your goals and as a piece of consciousness, but reenter life. Show up every day. Life is intelligent. Let life work itself out. Don't stand in the way of life. Don't funnel down consciousness into a fixed position—static information, aka your identity—where you are left recycling the past. You are blinded by your identity. Take the mask off from time to time and see life as it is. ‘You cannot solve the problem with the same energy that created it’.—Einstein Surrender, let go; let God. That's the only sane way to live: To trust. I don't know what I’m looking for. I just go clue by clue. I don't track anything. I just write every day. To achieve your highest goals, you have to be willing to abandon them.Does climbing a mountain get you closer to the moon? I don’t think so. The constant that keeps me sane and lets me have something to hold onto is that I write every day.I just pose a question or chew on my best idea, something that has a grip on me. A question I need an answer to. A burning topic that longs to find resolution on the page. I start from there. It’s my runway, and I take off. The rest is to be lived.I recently read ‘On Writing’ by Stephen King. He’s a fun chap to hang with for a few hours. I ate that book up in two days. I love how he thinks of himself as an archeologist unearthing his stories. He makes things up as he goes. He lets the book write itself. He lets the characters come to life and do their own thing. As you explore the pages, he does. He never knows what he’ll write until he does. So cool!He also shows up every day. He’s prolific. He writes a book in three months. His routine: 6 pages a day, every day. Be it his birthday or Christmas morning. He shuts the door and writes. Here are two quotes from the king:‘I have a routine because I think writing is self-hypnosis. You fall into a kind of a trance if you do the same passages over and over again’.—Stephen King‘Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon or seven 'til three’.—Stephen KingHow I see it is: I show up and let the work meditate on me; let the work come alive through me. I submit completely. So pleasurable, l tell you. I’m in heaven. I don’t want to leave. I only leave heaven to be sane and reenter this madness. I started to understand why artists go insane. They dance on the edge of the world; how could they not? How can you reenter life after you commune with God and the angels? That’s what drug addicts must endure. But I am only guessing here. But writing sure is my cocaine. I also started to realize why jogis just sit in caves. My sitting in a cave? Hunched over my guitar, writing a song, or typing away at the hot keys of my keyboard. That’s my cave. What’s yours?Is it normal to love something as much as I love my art and what it does to me? When I am in my soul, in my inherent state of pure being, that is who I am and what I taste. I can taste that through my work. I rest through my work. I come alive through the work, and the work captures that state and transmits it to the perceiver of the art. It is an initiation of sorts. A seed planted. Words that bloom in the ripe perceiver of the art as it was conceived alone. I leave myself at the door. I don’t let a fool enter the holy shrine of my studio. If you're confused, I’m the fool. ‘You know nothing, Jon Snow’.—Ygritte, Game Of ThronesI pull the reader into meditation and make them sit with me for a while. They submit to me as I submit to the work. We become one for a while. A little like sex, I suppose. Haha, this episode feels strange to type. My episodes are my children. My songs are my children. I am not exaggerating. My work is an artifact of me that I set free to grow up and do life on her own. Living as a part of me without me. Voldemort put his soul in objects. That’s what art is. A Horcrux of the vessel that birthed it. A piece of soul right there for the tasting. You are an artist, don’t forget that! You are alive; you breathe life into the world. You make the world come alive. You raise the dead. Art enlivens the world. If you create living art, that is. Death is not art. Is what you create alive? Are you alive? You can only create what you are. Who are you?Artists can make objects come alive. Isn’t that a miracle? You impart direct experience of you to the perceiver of the art. Direct experience of you. A transmission. What do you care to transmit? I care to bring life to the world. I want to give a taste. Nektar of the state I am in when I type. I want the reader to be dizzy with love. So confused that they surrender it all to me. They are mine. A good artist makes a mortal dance with the angels. A true teacher melts your questions and leaves you vulnerable in God. Oftentimes I don't want to, then I just float. That’s writing.Maybe no plan is the best plan. A genius: Let's the divine do it all; takes all the credit; know he's a fool. The more one tries, the less genius he is. The more one surrenders, the more intelligent one becomes. Life is intelligence. Geniuses don't stand in the way of life.I'd love to initiate you into The Spiritual Path Of Art! First link in the show notes. You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

Write until the writing writes you. Sing until the song sings you. Sing until there is no more you in the music. Create a window to God. As long as there's me in the song, something is wrong!Making art can be your meditation practice. Ritualise your art sessions. Make a cup of coffee, pray, submit yourself to your art, and align with life. Leave yourself at the door. The holy shrine of your art studio doesn't let a fool enter. Life takes you, and you are no more. A fool takes his dirt, his identity, his past and puts it on the canvas. A Master doesn't let their past touch the canvas. A master let's life touch the canvas.Transmute the past, the form you've assumed through making art. Transmute the pain and align with life. Spiritual work cannot be skipped, but alignment with the soul is the first step. If you don't taste your soul, if you don't know life, then what are we talking about? You must know your untarnished soul, which is free now and untouched by the world. Untarnished, pure, remembering that love's the cure. Bathing in divinity, embodied holy trinity. Can you tell the wheat from the weeds? You must taste life first. Then you know life from death, and we can work on clearing your vessel. Now, life becomes your teacher, and in living life, you look into the mirror. What you've accumulated makes you participate in life and disperse your consciousness outward. In meditation, you rest in your being. You are in the world but not of the world, but the world will pull you outward. You have hooks. Your identity is the hook that needs to be untangled and surrendered. In moments when the world pokes you, you remember your soul and say, 'This is not inherent in my being. I don't want to repeat cycles and behaviors. I am humble enough to let my ego go and surrender my stance. I don't act on my past (ego); I choose otherwise.' It's a choice. You can undo your past. What you've collected, you can choose to let go. You can decide to return to your Father. Remember the prodigal son? It is your choice to return. And you will see, you never left. You are your soul. You always were your soul. You merely forgot. Once you undo enough, you see through the curtain. And you rest in the knowledge of your freedom. You trust that you are a part of creation and are not forgotten. You rest in knowing that your salvation is the world you see. It will perfectly take you home.Life carries you. You are not in a cage. But how do you tell someone to swim as they're drowning? A breakthrough needs to happen. For a split moment, you must look within and recognize the truth—the truth of your being. You must see through the web of lies. Someone has to impart that experience to you. And you must be ripe to receive it.Living words and objects (art) impart that experience, for they were not created by recycling the past. They were created through a state of pure being, and so they capture life. They point to God. And when you look, you submit yourself and the looking is left (perception). These objects were conceived alone and, hence, are consumed alone. These objects collapse separation into the whole. The art's purpose?—to make whole. Grace and holy art.No one imparts that experience. There is no one to impart or consume. There is a sharing of the space of pure being. And it is up to you to recognize and remember yourself. Once you taste life, you can return to life.You cannot speak about something that's not a derivative. It's merely a pleasurable play to describe reality beyond the projection, but the words simply paint. It is your heart that receives. You cannot think your way to your heart. You are not supposed to make art but be your art. Your work is not an accumulation but your practice of dissolution.Hide it all in your art. Preserve it with your heart. Living, emanating art that points to God. Consecrate your art. Make your art come alive in the world. Let your art do the job. Fuel your art with the truth of the universe in a state of pure being, in communion. How can you share the truth but with direct experience? Either you give a taste, or you confuse. Let the listener and perceiver end in truth. Let them sit with you. Let them experience you. An exchange of God through different vessels. Direct transmissions, collapsing separation into wholeness. Art's purpose—to make whole. Grace and holy art.Teach dharma through art. Death is not art. Living teaching imparts direct experience through vibrating words brought forth by a clear vessel in meditation. Dharma is the unity of existence, the collective being. Living art is pulsating, vibrant, alive nektar that imparts direct experience of the ultimate reality.Selflessness, humbleness, and humility are the doors. Complete trust and surrender to life and creation are the doors.Rest through action. Create through being. Don't teach. Make art. Teach with art. All ends in art that teaches. That's the end game for artists. Art with essence. Pulsating art. Vibrant, pure. Art with self-protected hidden gems— accessible to the living. Mistaken for average and boring. Art, like all art.Your art is you. An artifact of you. Who are you? Clear your being and share your truth. The truth that only you can share. Your natural soul expression. Authenticity, not an accumulation of the past. You in free-roaming intimacy. You without images. You without the past. Clarity. Arrive at clarity by surrendering the past—seemingly fixed information melting into the whole. Strain collapsing into silence. What is left is you resting in your soul, where you sit now. Where do you sit? Who is sitting? Who is speaking, and who is receiving? Who absorbs and who emits? It is all the same where we stand. First of all, become sane. Then, you may poke others to sanity in your own way. Your way is art, I presume. How brilliant that spirituality and art are one divine play. I'd love to initiate you into The Spiritual Path Of Art! Find the link in the show notes. You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

Have everything prepared for an art session. Take a cold shower to be completely alert. Turn off your phone. Sit comfortably and submit to meditation. Perceive the words with an open heart. When prompted, make art.I. Intro. When I was fifteen, music found me. Like an old friend, it embraced me. When I was lonely, it gave me a home. When there was art, there was no pain.Art came to me as a gift from heaven. An escape from school and the hostility behind the four walls of our home, the thoughts in my head, and the hole in my heart. All throughout my anxious high school years, my mother’s suffering and passing, and my father’s bankruptcy, there was music. When I was a horrible sister and a burdensome daughter, music was my patient friend. When I turned away, music awaited my return with open arms. The home I never had, the love I seldom felt, that was music to me—the one constant in my life. So I took my friend and made him my slave. I took the magic and turned it into dirt. I tried to quench my thirst for love and attention and my burning desire for money and fame by abusing music. The innocence vanished, the joy burned out, the song's brilliance slowly lost its charm, and ugly music, well, ugly music no one wants. So, I was stranded with what I knew to be my purpose since it infected me with joy at age fifteen, on a dry shore without nourishment for my shriveled soul. And so I left it all in my drawer, neatly packed away for another time. And that time would not come for a long time. I moved to London after school and partied. Money was provided by my parents. I drank and danced and laughed and almost got married. My mum was already ill, and I dreaded going home, for I knew the fated end. Once home, it took a year. And of that year, I do not speak. It left its scars on the family. There was no family after my mother's passing; everyone went their own way. I tried my luck in entrepreneurship, failed often, failed big, and moved in with my grandmother. My mother's death surely humbled my ego, but losing everything a few times broke me. My identity shifted and loosened, and even my eyes relaxed, and my wrinkles softened as I surrendered to my fate. I stopped cursing the world. I was no genius. I was a worker. And working I can, failing I have learned, and standing up is now ritual and woven into my being. And guess who poked me once more, gently but cheekily? One night, after a moonlit stroll, I felt the urge to write a little song. The guitar felt so foreign in my hands, yet so familiar. Tears came, and the song wrote itself. That feeling of grace I have not felt since my young years. And soon and naturally, good songs came in dreams, came while I was strolling the city, and came when I watched the birds outside my window. I slipped into a spell that felt like the first sip of coffee in the morning. I was free. I intend to put grace into this book as best I can to help you return to your one true love. Whoever she is, because she is calling your name. ‘Come to me, old friend—come home.’  II. Grace. The world is a strange place. You and I are walking down the street and locking eyes. I feel terrible that day but your spark of sun touches my soul. Suddenly, I carry myself differently, taller than before. My stroll seems lighter and more elastic. The wind carries me as much as I move through the air. The breeze feels fresh on my cheeks, and I notice it for the first time, actually. It is softly stroking me like my mother was when I was a little girl. Someone I pass by is smoking a cigarette, and I inhale the smoke. It takes me back to my grandmother's place, and I smell the coffee beans she is grinding in the kitchen and the stale smell of an empty apartment we only visit every three years to see her. How peculiar that I forgot about her existence. Now, she is right here with me. I walk a little further, and a couple argues, yet their raised voices don’t seem to affect me all too much. All I feel is peace. Who were you infecting me with your stare? Will you come back for me? Will you lighten my load? You don’t know the power you hold, the people you touch, and the lives you change. You are an artist, don’t you forget that! Artists are open; they breathe life into the world. Your mere presence is art: your expression, your walk, your talk, your freedom, your grace. Artists translate God to deaf ears. Bring beauty to the blind. And robbing the world of art is a sin. And denying the world of your grace has consequences. ততততত When was the last time you made art you were proud of? When was the last time you created art for the joy of it, for its own sake? When time sweetly slipped away, like all your troubles. That time, you made something worthwhile but don’t know how. And then you cheekily felt like a great artist, a genius, a messiah. And for that moment of creation, you were. But were you? That sweet memory, when grace carried your hand, and all was flowing without force. How you really had nothing to do, the art was conducting your every move. The song wrote itself; the words used you to come to life; for a moment, you were a salve to the divine, but you didn’t mind that at all, did you? You were glad she played you a fool. You are delighted to be hers and create for her alone. That is grace, and you know it by experience. It is all too familiar yet so out of reach. It is a meditation of sorts. Action turns into non-action, where the subject and the object merge. And artists have plenty of it. Not that they could own it (they sure try), but get lost in, bathe in, and create from it. And perhaps that is the secret. Of it we shall not speak; it is to be left unsaid; all words cannot hold it or claim it, explain it or relay it. But for the purpose of this book, we shall call it grace. And grace comes from God, like an emanation. ততততত Art comes in many forms. But art always holds the state of its maker. The maker can make art by force—great force, infused with lower intentions or intentions of higher order that require less force. The greatest works of art are not made. They do not require a maker. They come from grace. They are brought to life by the artist—from maker to vessel. ততততত Art comes in many states. Dead, alive, or in-between.Alive artists create living art. Having touched grace and embraced it, they create freely, without much effort, for the greater good. The dead create dead art for the dead. Self-serving and perpetuating the state of lack of the artist. Their transmission is welcomed by recipients who are sharing that lack. To recognize alive work takes someone alive. ততততত Art holds great power. It can change the recipient and, hence, the world. It can also degrade and perpetuate darkness. The artist who desires power, money, and recognition creates art that reflects that lack and perpetuates that desire in its recipients. ততততত Art is freely available to all. So is grace. But to access grace, artists must empty their cups. Meditation, mending the past with true forgiveness, and uncovering genuine love are required. Once the artist is free of their dramas, real creation has space to flow. The artist then learns from the art. The artist then teaches through the art. ততততত Making art is a spiritual journey. Most artists start in lack and infuse their art with their lower intentions. The art is a mirror of their state of being. That art rarely gets attention from the world, and when it does, it often halts the true progress of the artist. Artists often desire money and fame. What they actually want is genuine support to grow out of that state, but masking pain by gaining power will do for a while. To heal one's wounds is a much harder undertaking that requires great courage. ততততত When fame and money elude the artist or fame and money simply won’t mask the pain any longer, the artist starts to change. By self-analysis that leads to emotional change at the being level, the artist softens his ego, relaxes into his work, and his work starts to change. When self-serving intentions don’t fill the cup, perhaps making art for others will. A life of service is the natural next step. ততততত Along the journey, the artist meets pain and either grows in love or degrades in love. Artists often grow bitter making art until the pain is so heavy that a breakthrough happens, and great art slips through. Naturally, the artist wants to hold on to that moment of grace, but grace eludes them. And inducing ‘free states’ of alcohol and drugs are but a shadow of grace and a trap. ততততত Grace eludes the ones who chase grace. Grace is not owned; it is lived. It is experienced. It can never be the artists’, but the artist may bathe in grace while creating art. Grace is not physical; it is of a higher order. It can only emanate from your being when your being reflects love with the intention of service for the greater good. ততততত Facing pain, the artist grows in time. Eventually, the artist makes art without much effort, creation flows, and the world notices that the art is good. The last step is to go from maker to vessel and create work entirely from and infused by grace. ততততত There is no higher or lower-level artist. There are only artists who are blind and artists bathing in grace and in between. It is a choice to grow up, mature in love, and empty the cup—self-discovery through pain and reflection and creating a lot of ugly art to get to the bottom of it all. It is a challenging journey. But true artists have no choice but to walk it. III. Journey. The journey has its ups and downs; is unpredictable and non-linear. Weeks of struggle and force accumulate to a revelation, the surrender of obstructions, and an experience of greater creation. Pain humbles with each successful or failed attempt; the lesson is the point. As the artist grows, so does the art. The art becomes beautiful in an artist's hands that are clean. A clear vessel creates great art. It is the artist that needs to change; the art is available to all; grace surro

Be in a distraction-free environment by yourself. Take a cold shower. Say a prayer to set the intention to be completely present: mind, heart, and soul. Step 1 will take an hour. Blissfully absorb my words and surrender yourself into meditation. Nothing else is required. No action needs to be taken. Just perceive. There are three acts of every artist’s journey.Act 1: AsleepAct 2: AwakeningAct 3: AwakenedAct 1:You create work as a selfish artist at home. You think your work is exceptional and are owed money and fame. You may hoard your work in your drawer or under your bed. You are bitter that other artists are famous, but you are not. You are just as good as them but poor and unhappy.Your work is about you and your struggle to wake up. You create work about your heartbreaks, bad parents, and the unfairness of life and mimic songs of love and devotion. And you dare to call that art.* Eventually, you have enough and want to collect what is owed. You realize that no one will discover and pick you. You know that no one will come and make you rich and famous. Now, you take matters into your own hands. You use social media to show yourself and your work. You follow the rules to get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But no one wants your selfish work. It is ugly.So now you try and force that ugly work onto people, perhaps with ads and shouting, pretty makeup, dancing, screaming, and showing your beautiful life in pictures and videos. ‘Look at me!’ you say. But they look away.You realize that something does not rhyme. You spent your entire childhood chasing a dream, and it eludes you. You put in the 10,000 hours, for God’s sake! Where is your price? So, you start to contemplate your approach. Who is your work for? Who are you delighting? You think perhaps you are selfish. And you are.You consume content about online business, marketing, and entrepreneurship. You explore what artists have done that ‘made it.’ You get into self-development and perhaps meditation. You feel that this approach lightens the grips of selfishness, and you relax into your work. Your work starts to change.You learn that commerce is about solving problems. You understand that to solve your issue of acquiring money and fame, you need to get money and attention from someone. You know that for someone to give you money, you must provide them value. You understand that for someone to pay attention to you, you must help them get what they want. Your work starts to become about others and not about yourself. You struggle to monetize your art as it is not made for such commerce. Art is gift-giving, and your awakening artist’s heart knows that. So you explore creating products and services around your art to make money so you finally have time to make art. Perhaps you start teaching or coaching, create courses and communities, and maybe make money. You know this cannot be it. This is not what you signed up for. You signed up for art, artistry, and the life of an artist. Yet you make barely any art. Perhaps you make barely any money. Maybe you are lost in money making. Either way, you do need money. Keep your business alive for now. Keep your part-time job even if it is unbearable.The only way out of your dilemma is to enter Act 2.*Express any topic! The intention behind the work is what matters. The state you create works in matters. Topics are dances of creativity. Sex and joy are as sacred as god and love. Act 2:A life of service and gift-giving awaits you, which is quite joyous. It is what artists do, and you are an artist.You pick a group of people and delight them with your art. You are specific! You decide to devote your life to them through art. This is scary as you are now exposing yourself to that group, and they respond. You get feedback, and that hurts. Perhaps your work is not as good as you thought it was. You take all your might and keep making and sharing your work because that is what you do now. You often feel so much pain that you repeatedly run back to Act 1 until you eventually stop running. You use feedback from your people and ignore all other opinions. You simply serve and want to delight them with what you create selflessly. It is not about you anymore; it is about them. They start to appreciate you for it. Your work now becomes your gift. It becomes good enough for your fans to love and share it. Positive feedback and word of mouth kick in slowly. This is not the overnight success you dream of, but you are delighted and happy serving your fans. This is different from the breakthrough success, dollar signs, or amount of attention you wanted; for some reason, you are content. You keep serving your fans.Perhaps you get the reward of money with your art, but that is not why you do the work. You do it for the sake of doing it. Perhaps you build a selfless business around your craft out of joy. You overflow, so you give of yourself, perhaps as a product or service. Maybe you just share, and people want to give back to you. You can choose to monetize your craft. That is up to you.Sneakily, you mature into Act 3.Act 3:You lost yourself in your work, which is good. You are no more when you create your work. You flow with life, and the wind is in your back. You are not fighting anymore; you are living. You have surrendered yourself to your work, your fans, and God. Creation flows through you. You realize that making art and delighting your fans is your spiritual discipline. Perhaps you never considered yourself spiritual, and the words don’t matter, but you feel God through your work. You are absorbed when you create it, and that is meditation. You have no words for it, but you are delighted to participate in the dance that life has planned for you. You feel you have a mission, and you do. You need no guidance at this stage; you will be helped and guided. You realize that your work spreads naturally to the right hearts, and you awaken them. Not because you intend to but because your work holds the truth of the universe. It is beautiful. While you create your work, you disappear; there is only the creation of the work. The creator and the art do not exist, only the dance of creation. There is God, the artist, and the work of art. But perhaps there is just God. You do not claim ownership of your creations; how could you? You did not create them. You are simply a vessel of truth and light. You dance with life. You, of course, live your life and return to live in the world and talk from your separate self and connect to others as usual. Your identity shifted, and you are gracious in the way you interact. But you keep your relationship with God quiet. You simply commune and do your work. To speak of God is to dilute the message. Your work of art talks enough.The journey of the arts mirrors the journey of the soul. Art is your way home. And it’s your time. II. God And Art.Cogs to artists. Tribes were connected and held sacred as one big family. Once a tribe was too big to call a family, it split in two, and one tribe moved to a different location and established another settlement.The Industrial Age connected the world and made it rich and fruitful, but that feeling of a familiar bond beyond the family vanished. The Big Fish had the power; most humans were mere cogs in the system. The Information Age brought us the internet and connection online. Production and distribution are available to all. Cogs turn to artists. And artists connect the world.Where will you hide if there is nowhere to hide? The information age, with the leverage of the internet, puts production and distribution at your fingertips. Power is scary; it is safer to hide behind ‘it is impossible’ or ‘I don’t know.’ That game is long over. The internet removed all the middlemen. The record labels, the bookstores, the art galleries, the venture capital, and the news channels. You’ve got the microphone. You own your art. To ignore and hide is almost a sin.As long as you are searching, you are not finding. If you must write, you must write.If you must express, you must express. There is no other way. Pick an outlet, pick a craft, and practice every day. Find the courage to share your work. Then do it again. If you do not know who your work is for, share your work selflessly, and your people will find you. What you seek seeks you. Just take action. Find an outlet and create what you must create, then share your creation in one or more forms on the internet, not to participate in being social but to establish your identity as an artist; as you believe in yourself more, you will share more easily of your craft.The best (purest) works are the hardest to share; doubt kicks in, and you run away and perhaps delete everything and come back anew when the storm has settled. Eventually, you stop running and share your work because that is what you do, and that is who you are. Welcome to the life of an artist.Feedback at this stage is futile. God is the way; call it a gut feeling. Pure work pops in and does not knock. The only feedback that will be of use is from the group you seek to delight. Ignore all other opinions. Sometimes, ignore their opinions, too.Who you create for will be established by sharing your most intimate works. As long as you are searching, you are not finding.You must put your creations into the world. You must take action. You must poke the universe. Your creations are your meditations. Your disciplines. Your ritual. Let’s call them ‘meditations of an artist’.Meditations of an artist. Put your point of view on display. Stand for something. Be specific. Genre matters. Delight someone.Not everyone.What is the gift you bring to the world? Once you know why you exist, everything becomes simple. The noise subsides, and you can quietly serve your people. Always remember, as long as you seek, you shall not find. Do and become. Create and learn. Find and serve.A life of service. It is not about you. And as you focus on serving others, you uncover more and more of yourse

The Song From Today's Episode: Vibratory FeelingMy service is to provide energetic support to the artist. The prayer before the art session. The prayer that turns the art session into natural meditation. I plug you in, and you bathe in bliss while making art. That is consecration. Living, emanating words that point to God. Sacred objects as living artifacts of life beyond the veil—windows to God. These are just words, and words don’t matter. The words point to a state of pure being. That state is beyond the senses and unfolds naturally in your heart by frequency. If the frequency is in you, you match that frequency.What you are in that state of pure being is a consecrated piece of life yourself. You become the consecration and emanate life. You, yourself, become the vessel of truth and naturally awaken ripe hearts. And what you create in that state comes alive and holds a seed for the ripe perceiver of the art to consume alone, as it was conceived alone. You pull the perceiver into that state, and they sit in their soul deep within and taste life. Today, I unfold with you the science of consecration of art. At age 15, I started writing songs. Songs popped in and did not knock; I obeyed and, unbeknownst to me, embarked on a spiritual journey. Music was my patient friend as one life challenge after another arose. My family went through bankruptcy, my mother suffered and passed from cancer, and I started a new life several times from zero after losing all my money in business ventures rather foolishly. All the while, life chipped away at my ego, my sense of strong and rigid identity loosened, and I surrendered to outer circumstances. Along the way, I started to notice that perhaps I could observe my inner reactions and learn from the happenings in my life. That shifted my whole perspective. I sat and observed how I felt, and by separating myself from the pain, I was no victim of the pain anymore; I was its witness. And so I witnessed a lot of pain within and surrendered those layers to God. Life started to change as I changed. I realized that the world was a mirror of my state of being. A learning ground that perfectly, beautifully reflected my torment back to me. And when I chose to learn I freed myself of that pattern repeating in my life.Life is a harsh teacher. Life is the best teacher.When you listen and learn, growth becomes imminent. Shifts occur, and life starts transforming. I call that ‘pulling roots’ instead of masking pain. I cannot control the outer world, but I realized I can become the master of my inner world. I can harbor a beautiful space that I love inhabiting. I tell you this to show you that art was merely a vessel for the divine to unfold in my life. Art connected me; art was my reconnection to creation, to life itself—a portal to the divine. Slowly, I became a vessel for creation to shine through. Evolution doesn’t stop, but now I have the tools to free myself of what I’ve collected. In time, I realized I was that state of pure being, not my accumulated past. I realized that by freeing myself from my pain, I come alive, and I come free. I also realized that I was free all along; I had merely forgotten. It’s very easy to get lost and forget the inherent love that we are beyond forms and names. We remember when we taste it. Only direct experience relays scriptures. Words that are dead will never relay God. Consecration means giving a taste. For artists, art can be the way home. And here I find myself in my life’s task to share that opportunity with you. You know this opportunity very well. All I can do is gently remind you of it.Now that we’ve established that the journey of art and the spiritual journey are synonymous, I can tell you that my art used to reflect torment as I was in a state of torment. Art is a mirror of my state of being, I’ve realized. And the purer I become, the more my songs capture love. Consecration of art always happens. Your work always emanates you. So the question becomes, who are you? Your art is your state of being. What do you share? What do you represent? What do you perpetuate? The question is not how to consecrate but what to share with the world. You can only share what you are. What do you currently share through your art? Is that what you want to share? Look at your art, and you see yourself.Creation is always looking for a pure vessel to shine through. When you empty your cup, you find yourself there. ‘You’ do not create art from that state. When you are no more, that state uses you to create. You cannot claim to have created anything. Creation creates itself. That is the birth of divine artifacts. Windows to God, if you will. And a spiritual journey takes you there. You will melt in the face of God. What you create will come alive. You yourself become a consecrated piece of life, and what you touch turns to gold.Feel free to use each podcast episode as a primer to jump into your art sessions. A prayer before you jump into the meditation of art. That is how I can best serve you. I plug you in. I want to gift you something. I crafted a community for artists to walk The Spiritual Path Of Art side by side. You will be initiated into The Spiritual Path Of Art, and you will create art in meditation and share it with us in the community. I will offer you energetic support. You may join for free today. The community will be a paid product soon.I realize this podcast is merely an opportunity for me to share my consciousness explorations with you in complete openness and authenticity. I humbly explore and share some findings that I’m excited about. This is my greatest joy, and I want to thank you for being at the receiving end of it all. This work means a great deal to me. It is my salvation. The road that leads me home to myself and home to God. With each step I take toward unfolding my life’s work, I melt into my work and am more free with each step I take. In a sense, I am documenting the journey of unbecoming through my work. I couldn’t be more excited about what this project is turning into. I just wanted to thank you.  You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube

The Song From Today's Episode: Artist BirdCreation plays by its own drum, balancing the scales. I am but a speck on my isolated road. There’s the world’s heartbeat, but mine beats differently. I am selfish; is that where I go wrong? Art restores my connection. Art reminds me to be humble. Art is my gift of union. When there is art, there is but one collective being. And I am it. And I am nothing. When I swim in art, I drown and am the water and its waves. Artist = Instrument Of Creation; Art = Window To GodToday, I want to explore God with you. God through your being. Personal identity collapsing into the unity of life. A bridge to the living. A door to the divine. And creating art as the tool, as the portal. Art as the extended helping hand. In a state of flow and deep work, the most fulfilling time is spent. You dive in, are all consumed by your work and you are no more when you create. Creation happens through you. Such states invoke immense joy and pleasure. Such states are most desirable to create things of value in the world. But a select few access these states naturally. Even fewer retain them.Some use alcohol to induce a free state. Some use sexual energy and power. Others use drugs. Some master a field to the point that instinct takes over, and they train themselves to let the ego go and let God take over. Some fall into meditation through grace and conceive the most divine artifacts. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to cultivate a state of pure being, supreme intensity, full involvement of body and soul, and train oneself to leave the ego at the door? I maintain it is. And not just that. I will unfold with you the how.Being alive in a sea of death, being the eye of the storm, being the water deep in the sea where all the movements subside is where God resides. The ego cannot enter. One must enter uncloaked, empty their cup, and humbly surrender. One is no more when one is with God. I cannot be with God. But I can be. That is the riddle. The ‘I’ will never exclaim to know. The journey of the ‘I’ is confusion that leads to ultimate surrender. The road disappearing before your eyes. The apparent journey of surrendering the past and trauma step by step until there is no journey, no destiny. And that is the destiny. Your work becomes the death of you. Through your work, you heal, and you will end in God. That is the part of the art. To make you commune and be no more.You can only know life by becoming life itself. You are this, or you are that. Real artists are life itself. Real artists create with God. Real artists, through creating art, remove the residue of the past. Real artists create living art as they come alive through their art. And living art nurtures as it emanates God. Real art is infused by grace, an opportunity that plants seeds in the perceiver of the art as it was conceived alone. As it was conceived alone, such art is consumed alone. Such art gives a taste. A direct experience of the state of pure being. And hence that is what I gift you here. I cannot explain in words but I can take you there. Let me. The highest act of an artist is to give direct experience of life to the dead. Make the dead come alive momentarily. Once you taste your state of pure being, you know that is you. From that stance, you may embark on a spiritual journey. See, the problem is that when you bathe in bliss and are whole in God, you are that, but the world pokes you into dispersion. Your consciousness projects into the world. Why is that? There are hooks that pull you out of the state of pure being that is your inherent being. These hooks are outer stimuli that mirror your inner state back to you. The world is a mirror of your state of being. Be grateful to these hooks. You may see your trauma and surrender these layers to God. Come conscious, catch emotional responses, and choose otherwise. That is the spiritual journey in a nutshell. You reprogram your nervous system. It takes work, and it’s painful.The more you free yourself, the more pleasurable your inner experience becomes. You will feel supreme joy, and through that state, you may create beautiful art and show others what it means to heal and come alive. That is the task of the artist. But in this age of death, artists have forgotten their task in the world. Art today is a mirroring of trauma. A resonance of past pain. A poking of some emotional need or want. And art will not change until the artists change. And artists are starting to change right now.Your art is a mirror of your state of being. As you release layers of past trauma, your art will shine brighter and brighter. The meditation practice of an artist is making art. The spiritual path of art is unbecoming through art. Using art as a divine tool for soul healing. Your work is your salvation, not a perpetuation of past trauma and ingraining of layers of falsehood. Free yourself, and don't reaffirm your prison. Come alive. And I will help you. I crafted a community for artists to walk The Spiritual Path Of Art side by side. It’s the most powerful tool I’ve built, and today, you may join for free. Free for a lifetime if you join now. The community will be a paid product soon.MissionArtists are dried up, thirsty, and starving as they lost their connection to the divine. They long to be plugged in, reconnect, and cultivate that connection. I am a conduit. I infuse my words with grace through a state of pure being. I plug you in.CultivationBecome an instrument of creation through spiritual growth. Spiritual growth is the practice of surrender & release of layers of accumulated past (fabricated protection mechanism in response to trauma: identity structure/ false self) that results in complete alignment with life through uncovering the authentic self, your life's task, and direct experience of God. You can subscribe to my diary below. 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The Song From Today's Episode: I'm The State Of The WorldI am a writer. Writing ritualistically every morning is my discipline. My daily routine is ingrained in my being. Synapses fire, and I produce pages without much effort. I train myself to fall into a trance. I submit to my task at hand. My task is all that exists; the world falls quiet.I start by reciting my morning prayer. I realized writing is not about me, you see. It is not about my business, money generated, or eyeballs captured. It is about serving the world in my own way, in the best way I can. Writing is how I serve the world. And I give my entire being to my life’s work.How can I best serve the world today? How can I be of service today? What needs to be said through me today? What does the artist need to hear? Who am I serving? How can I serve them right now, right here? I submit and humbly serve. I am but a vessel. This paradigm shift causes a change in my heart. I write out of joy, and I write for you.Writing is an area I want to master. I enjoy the difficulty, the strain of deliberate practice, and the challenge of extending myself to my limits each day. I put in the hours. I also face the resistance I feel before I fall into trance. Once in flow, pain melts away. I am proud of myself.Beauty in writing is to say what needs to be relayed and no more. Beauty is simplicity and eloquence. Beautiful prose reads like a poem. Uniqueness comes from the fragrance of my soul. Only I can say these words. These words need to find expression through me.Beauty in an area of life comes from strain and personal discipline. Once the artist extends herself beyond her limits and submits herself fully to her work, all effort melts, and the work is left. On the road to mastery, the artist becomes the road itself. As long as there is ‘me’ in my work, I have failed. When you see yourself in my work, I have succeeded.A master puts aside her ego and works for the people she serves. A master faces herself every day to be of service. That is her gift to the world. She puts aside her own comfort, and in that act, she comes alive in her work. Her secret is that her work works on her as much as she works on her work. Her work heals her session by session. She flows with life and comes alive. Her work emanates beauty.Once in flow, the work is untouched by the vessel. Once in flow, the work works itself out. The artist observes the work being birthed through her hands—a divine artifact of collapsing individuality into God. Many years of strain will eventually lead to an experience of greater creation. At the edge of mastery lies God.A genius lets the divine do it all. Takes credit. Knows he’s a fool. The more one tries, the less genius one is. The more one surrenders, the more intelligent one becomes. Life is intelligence. Geniuses don’t stand in the way of life.My work is my meditation practice. The meditation practice of an artist is creating art. I trust life. Life shows me what I need to see, gives me what I need to have, and takes what I need to let go. I trust the process. Let me share it with you. The Infinite Game Of Making And Sharing ArtI play the infinite game of making and sharing art. When art is created, I grow, but my world stays the same. When my art meets the world, I grow, and the world responds. That feedback loop is the game I play. I suggest you play it too.Make art, be courageous enough to ship it, and repeat. That is every successful artist’s little secret. Meditation is you being you to the brim. What overflows is art.I call my process ‘The Infinite Game of Making And Sharing Art.’ Let’s break it down.Infinite: Collecting compound interest for life internally and externally.Game: Fun, has levels, never ends, sucks at times, hurts, and brings unmatched joy.Making: Where the work and magic happen, evolve or die, rebirths and struggles.Sharing: Find the courage to share devotional work and enter a life of service.Art: Take an artist and put them into meditation; let them meet God. What overflows is art.  I play the infinite game of making and sharing art. That is my recipe, my sanity, and my muse. This is the only proven way. The only equation that works. Evolution with time, pain, iteration, and suffering makes you the artist you are born to become. Meet your full potential by understanding the equation. It is up to you to live up to your potential. God creates. His children create when they know him. His children are created in his image. He loves and overflows, so he creates his children and lets them play and evolve freely, making decisions and learning from real repercussions. He lets them walk alone, and he lets them choose to return to him. Freedom is his name. Create, birth, and become. Struggles shall mend your soul and make you pure to see the world as it is—Alive in your rays. I am an artist, and that means I live the life of an artist.I am the artist type. I love freedom. This might not work for you. Maybe it will. Listen closely. The Life Of An ArtistI keep my options open. Right now, I am writing this podcast episode. But I have no plans beyond that. Plans are mostly useless, except for social commitments and dental visits. Furthermore, they stand in the way of life. Very literally, they take you layers away from reality. I believe in optionality. I believe that new information comes at me daily and that I cannot possibly know what I prefer tomorrow and even less what happens tomorrow that affects my future. Probabilistic knowledge and projections are fine; plans set in stone are against our nature. Things change. Life is to be lived intelligently in the moment with options and information at our disposal. The podcast episodes surprise me; I discover them just as you do. While you explore the words, I explore the words. I never know what I will write until I do. Surprisingly, it works out well, and everything runs smoothly. How can that be? I used to force life, and nothing worked; all was complex, and I had stressful nights and even more anxious days. How will I provide for myself and make my business run? —Forcing myself onto life in full force. The knowledge available to our ego is very limited. When you make yourself available to real creation, something much vaster takes over that knows the best action, and you take it. You learn to obey and let life work itself out. You trust that this is exactly what you need right now, and you better learn from it to free yourself of this pattern coming at you in the future. You learn that life has its plans, and you better listen. You also learn that when you listen, good things happen. Intuition is a fine organ. Petty ignorance is futile. Nature is highly intelligent; we stand in the way of life. How ignorant of us to think we operate best with our limited knowledge. We are part of a connected intelligence that we swim in. We can use that to your advantage. Life is more fun that way, too. Creative living, spontaneous living combined with intelligent use of the intellect and still keeping social commitments and filing taxes seems like a great life—the life of an artist. I meet the day fully. No plans or schedules. Pure unfoldment.It’s impractical when you don’t know yourself—the best life when you do. I have an opportunity for you. 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The Song From Today's Episode: I'm The State Of The WorldThe world is a mirror. I see my past reflected in my beautiful face. I see the world not as it is but through the filter of my past, as my traumatic responses to outer stimuli. Once I surrender those traumatic responses, the outside world will not poke and bug me as much; my inner world will be serene to see reality as it is. I don't see the world; I see my past. I don't see my partner; I see my past. I don't see my art; I see my past. I don't see God; I see myself. Relationships are for spiritual growth. My partner mirrors my trauma back to me. I don't see them; I see my projections. Lucky me! Now, to heal, I face my trauma on the path to genuine relating.When my partner bugs me and pokes me, I watch my emotional responses. I take full responsibility for my internal world. Chances are, my past is what bugs me, not the person that I love. I conditioned my nervous system to respond in a particular way. Is that useful? It feels nasty inside; shall I perpetuate my misery? Shall I project that nastiness to my partner? Is that nice? I take full responsibility and choose otherwise! Patience, humbleness, and acute self-awareness are the ingredients for facing the past to free the future. Collapsing past wounds into resolutions of love brings partners close and encourages future resolutions in love. Both partners have to be able to take responsibility for their reactions and see the other person's perspective. In romantic relationships, open communication in complete vulnerability leads to dissolving trauma responses into love. Such resolutions collapse distance and unite in love. The romantic partner is the greatest teacher. I don't see her; I see my past trauma reflected in my beautiful face. I don't blame her, but instead, I sit, resolve my pain, and communicate in complete truth, openness, receptivity, and vulnerability. Such resolutions of genuine love can only be met with love. Miracles and wonders of love will permeate the relationship.Relationships are not meant for joy solely; how could they in my current state? Pain naturally arises as past layers of trauma appear, and that trauma causes distance and coldness between me and my partner until the trauma is resolved with responsibility in humbleness alone. Then, distance collapses as both partners share their conclusions in love.Picture a sinus wave that grows more and more toward the center as time goes on. Image HEREAfter each trauma response, distance arises between the partners. The partners look into the mirror and resolve their traumatic responses with complete responsibility. Then, in complete vulnerability and open communication, love collapses the distance, and growth in love happens. Such is the journey to union here on earth. Growth in love is but natural in partnerships where traumas are faced acutely and consciously. Soul growth is recognized as the main purpose of the partnership. Coldness and distance are but natural in partnerships where the spiritual growth component is ignored. Grow in love with your partner, or marry your trauma and live with it. Or hop from partnership to partnership only to get the same trauma reflected on your beautiful face. Your soul wants to free itself. The world is a mirror. Divine partnerships are the way home. Awaken genuine love in your heart by working on your trauma responses, and in time a like soul will enter your life by frequency, and you can both share the growth journey and collapse pain to unite in love.Love Can Only Be Met With LoveNo one can reject an authentic & honest resolution in total vulnerability. Resolve like that.No one can reject an authentic & honest relationship in total vulnerability. Love like that.No one can reject an authentic & honest song in total vulnerability. Make art like that. Let your natural expression — Be the miracle.Frauds & ImagesWhen people are relating, they are relating through images. I have an image of myself. You have an image of me. They are not one. I have an image of you. You have an image of yourself. They are not one. I am not my image. You are not your image. People never meet. When you start shedding layers of your image, you feel like a fraud. The new and the old image collide. You know this; others notice. It's painful until you notice that no image is you. You are beyond any image, holy or otherwise. Good or bad. Then, refinement becomes simple.Refinement is necessary. Create a freer, more habitable image, but shed that image also. Love can only be met with love. You don't need to hold an image of yourself. Your soul is free in total vulnerability and complete self-expression (no filter through any image). Then you are not a fraud but yourself. Refinement is endless; evolution doesn't stop. You get closer and closer to who you are and get to know your essence, God, and creation deeper through inner knowledge. You unfold knowledge within your heart and gain insight by refining yourself. It feels like you are becoming yourself again, yet you never were anything but your soul. You remember, learn, grow, and humbly share some of the gifts you uncover within yourself. With time, your world starts changing, and you experience love around you. Life becomes beautiful as you become beautiful. I am that I am—the moment you cloak the 'I Am' in an image, you seemingly cage your essence.Let's conclude: People never meet. It is impossible to meet in the land of images. Without images, souls meet in genuine love. Then, you can start the journey of authentic relating. You will emanate love and naturally attract a like soul.'Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.'  Exodus 20:4When I blame the world for how I feel inside, I am a victim of circumstance. I take my power back by observing my reactions acutely and surrendering them to God. The real me is my soul, that is completely free of the image that I've assumed and perfectly capable of surrendering my past to God. When I meditate or make art, I am free of my pain. I know the experience of utter freedom, yet the coat of past, the identity I've assumed, holds me prisoner. It's time I choose otherwise. It's time I take my power back. It's time I recognize lessons for what they are: manifestations of outer stimuli that poke past wounds for me to purge the past for good. I stop running. I am grateful for the world that mirrors myself back to me. All I see is me until I see God. All that I witness is me (my past). The world is me. Beyond the world lies God. The unity that I am looking for lies beyond my past, lies beyond my pain, lies dormant for me to find myself standing where I stood all along: one in love, at home with God. If words resonate, join 'The Road For Artists' Community, linked below, where we walk The Road side by side, and I initiate you into the Spiritual Path Of Art!  You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube