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]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28773351/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28773351/ Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:04:23 PST
I have become aware of how nature is in a state of change and how that change is the key to understanding. I want my art to be sensitive and alert to changes in material, season and weather.

A rock is not independent of its surroundings. The way it sits tells how it came to be there. The energy and space around a rock are as important as the energy and space within. The weather - rain, sun, snow, hail, mist, calm - is that external space made visible. When I touch a rock, I am touching and working the space around it. In an effort to understand why that rock is there and where it is going, I do not take it away from the area in which I found it.

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]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28752964/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28752964/ Fri, 04 Dec 2009 18:56:16 PST
‘Hear Oh Israel’ he repeats….’Harmony – harmony with self, harmony with others, most importantly, harmony with those you love, as well as harmony with Nature.’ That, as he sees it, is the essence of the therapy, but, he adds, the therapy requires – above all else – the ability to hear.

‘For most of my life, I was deaf – partially deaf to those who were close to me, deaf to the power of my own words, and certainly deaf to what my own heart was trying to tell me. Even though I had heard and intoned the prayer Shema Y’Israel ten thousand times, I had never heard the essence of that message. Hear Oh Israel. I have learned in this therapy that what I say – the words I speak to others, the words I pray – and what I hear, and what I do not hear, are intimately connected to my heart. The blood pressure and heart rate technology you use during the sessions is simply a teaching aid, a marvelous teaching aid, but nonetheless just a tool.’

Then, smiling broadly again, he continues, ‘But in order to hear, you must first be ready to hear…And then you are ready to begin the journey, ready to change from a fight/flight approach to life, to one that is far more accepting, far more willing to reach out and to hear one’s fellow man.’

excerpt from: [link]

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28722280/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28722280/ Thu, 03 Dec 2009 04:16:11 PST Super-Natural Manifesto
Musings by Alexander Dunton, and Collaborating With Significant Others


Let us begin a new language. A Language that challenges its own limits.

As humanity evolves and awakens to our inter-connectiveness with the myriad of other life-forms surrounding us, we search to heighten and strengthen our connection to our environment and our experience of life. Through the exploration of our immediate surroundings through walking, standing, and observing meditations, we welcome an attuned awareness which grounds us in the immediacy of the moment. To this, i mean consciously and willfully slowing one's awareness down to amplify our appreciation of that which has been overlooked. Our awareness is honed to give ‘attention’ to the subtle, reverence to the special and respect to the ephemeral. The more this meditation is practiced, the more moments of unity and presence in our surroundings world are experienced. This practice of ‘walkabout’ or ‘wandering’ is a meditation of slowness and sensation where we more fully engage with the ‘detailed cracks in the pavement’ rather than a specified destination.

Entheogenically, it is the quest of the psychonaut to experience Huxley’s ‘cleansing of the ‘gates of one’s perception’. Mystically, it is the reverential marriage of oneself with the spirit of gods unity. Shamanically, it is a practical endeavour of connection and interaction within the spirit worlds of subtle aethers. Rationally, it is the premise that we are all biological creatures sharing the same importance as all other life-forms on this planet. And artistically…

…The archetypal fairytale of the young child wandering into the woods is of special significance here; it symbolizes part of this artistic process of entering the wilderness of nature and being completely absorbed in the beautiful and the terrifying mystery of this new world. It is a fantastic and awful place to experience; hence it is full of awe. Soon after this immersion however, the little child suddenly realizes that he or she is lost. In our context, this part of the journey symbolizes the ’mind’ or chaotic severance from our connection with the ‘super’-natural world. It might be fear or it might be banal mental chatter. It is the movement in our thoughts from the simple, explorative and receptive, to the consumed mental worry and reflections and daydreams which ‘shut down’ the natural gentleness…A person in this state is likely to trample the snail or walk through its web, snapping the spiders threads.

But we are not lost in the woods. We know the woods end…So here is our difference. We are Artists, so we can ‘choose’ to get lost in the woods; even if it be just a short weedy laneway – it is nature. If we contemplate momentarily upon the reality of a ‘cosm’, we are but once expression. To an ant the laneway could be an endless vista of gullys and rises and jungles and seas. And so now when we consider the laneway that presents itself, we can reorient our senses to give less dominance to the mundane predictability of the pre-determined route with destination in mind….and move with a much more sensual experience of the process and of the journey. This can be applied not only to walks but to all arts practices and beyond.

It is through the desire to share and grow that makes a manifesto truly anything and I am curious as to how our artistic practice can interact more deeply to explore this universal commonality, together. Can a new language be discovered through awakening a reverential connection with nature? Can Inter-Dimensional communication between plants and flowers and animals and stones and clouds and rivers be possible? What is the significance of seemingly random arrangements of fallen dry leaves? Is there a sequential order to the sparkles on the ocean’s surface at dusk? And what does that Binary rhythm speak to you? Through experiencing the same connection and reverence, can we help elevate human mindfulness through this practice?

Please look into these sites to help you further the varying influences which are inspiring this un-ended and formative journey:

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[link]rintsec=frontcover&source=bl&ots=lyGbS8BeyX&sig=HoPBphjzeDA28AdCXaYxj7ujpBQ&hl=en&eiaoXS-mRC... ]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28644269/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28644269/ Sun, 29 Nov 2009 05:52:41 PST When a Navajo person wishes to renew or reestablish, in the world, the harmonious condition of well being and beauty expressed by the Navajo word 'Hozho' he must first strive, thorough ritual, to create this harmony and peacefulness within his own being. Having established such 'hozho' within himself, he can then actively impart this state of well-being to the enveloping cosmos, through the transforming power of song or prayer. Finally, according to Witherspoon, "after a person has projected 'hozho' in the air through ritual form, he then, at the conclusion of the ritual, breathes that 'hozho' back into himself and makes himself a part of the order, harmony, and beauty he has projected into the world though through the ritual mediums of speech and song".

'The Spell of the Sensuous' by David Abram pg. 236

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28479232/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28479232/ Fri, 20 Nov 2009 23:40:45 PST American Bull Dog-Boxer = Bulloxer
American Pit Bull Terrier-Bulldog = Old English Bulldogge
American Rat Terrier-Boston Terrier = Brat
Australian Shepherd-Labrador Retriever = Sheprador
Australian Shepherd-Poodle = Aussie-Poo
Australian Terrier-Jack Russell Terrier = Rustralian Terrier
Basset-Beagle = Bagle Hound
Basset-Boston Terrier = Basston
Basset-Dachshund = Basschshund
Basset-Miniature Schnauzer = Bowzer
Beagle-Cocker Spaniel = Bocker
Beagle-Dachshund = Doxle
Beagle-Golden Retriever = Beago
Beagle-Labrador Retriever = Labbe
Bichon Frise-Chihuahua = Chi-Chon
Bichon Frise-Cocker Spaniel = Cock-A-Chon
Bichon Frise-Japanese Chin = Ja-Chon
Bichon Frise-Lhasa Apso = La-Chon
Bichon Frise-Poodle = Poochon
Border Collie-Labrador Retriever = Borador
Boston Terrier-Chinese Shar-Pei = Sharbo
Boxer-Bulldog = Bull Boxer
Bulldog-Dalmatian = Bullmatian
Bulldog-Pug = Miniature Bulldog
Cairn Terrier-Yorkshire Terrier = Corkie
Cavalier King Charles-Cocker Spaniel = Cockalier
Cavalier King Charles-Poodle = Cavapoo
Chihuahua-Dalmation = Chimation
Chihuahua-Poodle = Wapoo
Chinese Crested-Poodle = Poochis
Cocker Spaniel-Golden Retriever = Cogol
Cocker Spaniel-MinPinscher = Cockapin
Cocker Spaniel-Poodle = Cock-A-Poo
Collie-Poodle = Cadoodle
Dachshund-Poodle = Doodle
Dalmatian-Golden Retriever = Goldmation
Dobermann –oodle = Doodleman Pinscher
German Shepherd -Poodle = Shepadoodle
Giant Schnauzer-Poodle = Giant Schnoodle
Golden Retriever-Poodle = Goldendoodle
Golden Retriever-Siberian Husky = Goberian
Golden Retriever-Weimaraner = Goldmaraner
Jack Russell Terrier-Poodle = Jack-A-Poo
Japanese Chin-Poodle = Poochin
Labrador Retriever-Poodle = Labradoodle
MinSchnauzer-Poodle = Schnoodle
MinSchnauzer-Yorkie = Snorkie
Papillon-Poodle = Papi-Poo
Poodle-Saint Bernard = Saint Berdoodle
Poodle-Scottish Terrier = Scoodle

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28470909/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28470909/ Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:15:20 PST What, then, has become of the past and the future?'

'The Spell of the Sensuous' by David Abram pg.206

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28336884/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28336884/ Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:40:13 PST It seems to me, that the collection of fave's is a double sided sword.
Positively, it gives us the opportunity to feast ourselves upon a limiltess
bounty of ever changing deviations from all across the world. We can grab and
collect and consume and move on...

Whatever happened however to the reverential adoration of the 'one' piece of art.
One piece that, no matter how many times you look into it, offers more.
A piece that enchants and delights and challenges and leaves the viewer to so
much speculation, adoration, and contemplation.
Do these pieces exist anymore?

In my way of thinking, of course these pieces exist!
What has changed however, is our attitude towards them.
Perhaps the world is speeding up, and perhaps the frantic need to accumulate
is serving some unknown purpose.
Who knows.

What i do know however, is that we are immensely powerful human beings
who are akin to sleeping giants. Familiarity and 'opular' modes of communication
ie. emoticon happy faces and expressions such as 'thanks for the fave'
have now become meaningless.

What i propose is this...
Choose one piece of art that you believe has depth and resonance.
Favourite it, and comment on it every day for a week.
Really contemplate it...and explore it like its the great work of
one of the Masters in the National Mueseum.

Believe in the work, and offer the art real time.
And even if its not worthy of such attention,
recognize that you have pushed the
envelope just a little...

Are you up for the challenge?

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28204374/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28204374/ Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:35:52 PST We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. If the mind is polluted, what ever we do or say leads to suffering which will follow you as a cart trails a horse.”

the first two verses from The Tibetan Dhammapada:

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28188686/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28188686/ Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:31:10 PST I feel contemplation of Asemia is important for everyone.
Similarily to wabi-sabi, the asemic spirit walks with me in my journies.
from:[link]


It looks like writing, but we can't quite read it.

I call works like this "asemic writing".

Asemic writing seems to be a gigantic, unexplored territory.

Asemic writing has been made by poets, writers, painters, calligraphers, children, and scribblers, all around the world. Most people make asemic writing at some time, possibly when testing a new pen.

Educators talk about children going through distinct stages of "mock letters", "pseudowriting" and so on, when they're learning to write. Many of us made asemic writing before we were able to write words.

Looking at asemic writing does something to us. Some examples have pictograms or ideograms, which suggest a meaning through their shape. Others take us for a ride along their curves. We like some, we dislike others.

They tend to have no fixed meaning. Their meaning is open. Every viewer can arrive at a personal, absolutely correct interpretation.

Asemic writing has been presented by means of books, paintings, scrolls, single pages, mailed envelopes, walls, cinema, television and computers, particularly via the internet.

Henri Michaux, who wrote the piece up above, was a poet and a writer and a painter.

Asemic magazine is devoted to this area. Please check out:
#~1: [link]

#1: [link]

#2,1: [link]

#3: [link]
Some of the artists' addresses have changed since publication.

Asemic #4 is a 100 page perfect-bound book.
Price: $17.50 within Australia, $21.50 (Australian) outside Australia, including airmail delivery.
To order a copy, please send a cheque or money order in Australian dollars to Tim Gaze at:
P O Box 1011
Kent Town
SA 5071
Australia

If you’re curious to discover more works in this tradition of illegible writing or wordless writing, please try any of the following in your favourite search engine:

abstract calligraphy

asemic

asemisk

Guy de Cointet

Concrete Poetry

controlled scribble

Jean Degottex

Mirtha Dermisache

doodles

Christian Dotremont

Jean Dubuffet dessins

earliest writing

Max Ernst Maximiliana

escrita assêmica

experimental calligraphy

Gedewon

Brion Gysin

ideograms

illegible writing

Inism

jazzwriting

Marvin Jordana

Kandinsky shamanism

Tom Kemp

Paul Klee

Rashid Koraichi

Kruchenykh Kruchonykh zaum

Ungno Lee letter abstracts

Lettrisme

Mail Art

André Masson automatic drawings

Georges Mathieu

Henri Michaux alphabets narrations

Joan Miró

mock letters

Morita Shiryu

J B Murray J B Murry

pseudowriting

scrittura asemantica

Hélène Smith Martian

Austin Osman Spare sigils

Taoist magic diagrams

Antoni Tàies

Mark Tobey

Cy Twombly

Vin?a script

Visual Poetry

Made Wianta calligraphy period

Ulfert Wilke

Wosene Kosrof

Zhang Xu Crazy Zhang wild cursive

Compiled by Tim Gaze tg @ asemic.net
Hosted by HereNow Solutions
Kiitoksia Jukka-Pekka Kervinen
a "no frills" website

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28049251/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/28049251/ Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:15:51 PDT
More conveniences, but less time;

We have more degrees, but less sense;

More knowledge, but less judgment;

More experts, but more problems;

More medicines, but less healthiness;

We've been all the way to the moon and back,

but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever

but have less communication.

We have become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are times of fast foods but slow digestion;

Tall men but short character;

Steep profits but shallow relationships.

It's a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/27801148/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/27801148/ Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:27:20 PDT I concluded that i would teach in a remote Aboriginal Community.

In 2008 i embarked upon a year contract in Fregon (Kaltjiti) community. It is situated in the far northwest corner of South Australia in the Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara Lands; it is approximately 1300kms from Adelaide by road.

In October 2009, I have returned to that Centre.
There was a pull, a feeling of things unfinished...
maybe of things not even begun...

Similiarily to my Pathworkings in the South East of Australia,
most of these images are taken on walks with my dog friend
Maxi Jazz. It is a meditation of dusk and dawn.
The path i choose is simple.
What i seek is subtle.

These are my pathworkings in this land...
With Love, Alexander.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/27331607/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/27331607/ Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:59:29 PDT It was a night of fishing with young, naive boys.
they killed and left dying many a fish in umpathic ways.
Twitching, I watched as life left too slowly and painfully.
A few nights earlier i stepped on a snail in the rain because i was tipsy.
it made me cry.
Today I met a Fox for the second time.
In the quietness we played, and both left our defenses at bay.
We shared the sweet winds,
and together we smiled.

I've been playing this song,
and in some strange way it expresses
something hard to describe that is happening inside of me...


Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow
Well maybe that spider knows something that I don't know
'Cause I'm goddamn cold

Little white monkey, staring at the sand
Well, maybe that monkey figured out something I couldn't understand
Who knows?

Well, I came upon a dancing crab, and I stopped to watch it shake
I said, "Dance for me just one more time
Before you hibernate and you come out a crab cake"

And hey there, little snapping turtle, snapping at a shell
Ah, there's mysteries inside, I know
But what they are I just can't tell for sure

And hey ya, little baby crow, you're looking kind of mean
I think I oughta spit before you start letting off your steam
For sure

And hey there, little sexy pig, you mated it with a man
And now you're got a little kid with hooves instead of hands

And oh, all of the animals
All of the animals

And hey there, little mockingbird, they sing about you in songs
Ah, where you been? Have you broke a wing?
I haven't heard you in so long

And hey there, little albatross, swimming in the air
Ah c'mon, you know I can't fly
And I, I think we really oughta play fair

And hey there, Mr. happy squid, you move so psychadelically
You hypnotize with your magic dance all the animals in the sea
For sure

And oh, all of the animals
All of the animals

And hey there, Mr. morning sun, what kind of creature are you?
I can't stare, but I know you're there
Goddamn, how I wish I knew

And hey there, Mrs. lovely moon, you're lonely and you're blue
It's kind of strange, the way you change
But then again, we all do too

'Little Yellow Spider' by Devendra Banhart

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/27159583/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/27159583/ Fri, 11 Sep 2009 21:26:18 PDT Thankfully reproduced from:
[link]

the letter A

abbas abbatis : father / abbot.
abbatia : abbey, monastery.
abduco : to lead, or take away / detach, withdraw.
abeo : to go away, retire / depart from life, die.
abeo : to digress / change / vanish, disappear.
abscido : to cut off, to separate, take away.
absconditus : hidden, concealed.
absens, absentis : (adj.) absent, missing, away, gone.
absorbeo : to swallow, gulp down, carry away, engross.
absque : (+ abl.) without.
abstergo : to wipe off, clean away.
absum : to be absent, be away, be missing.
abundans : abundant, overflowing, abounding in.
abundantia : abundance, bounty, plenty
abutor : to make full use of, to abuse.
abutor : to use abusive language / use a word incorrectly.
ac : (atque) : and
accedo : to approach, come near / (things) to be added.
accendo : to kindle, illuminate, inflame.
acceptus : welcome, pleasant, agreeable.
accipio : to consider oneself indebted, receive, learn, take.
accommodo : to adjust, adapt, accommodate oneself.
accusator : accusor, plaintiff.
accuso : to accuse, blame, find fault with.
acer : sharp, keen, eager, severe, fierce.
acerbitas : harshness, bitterness.
acerbus : bitter, gloomy, dark.
acervus : a heap, mass.
acidus : sharp, sour.
acies : keenness, edge, sharpness, battle-line, battlefield.
acquiro : to acquire, gain, get, obtain.
acsi : as if, (Herimann p. 283, 293).
adamo : to fall in love with, find pleasure in.
adaugeo : to make greater, add, increase.
addo : to give, bring, place, / inspire, cause, / add, join.
adduco : to lead, induce, persuade.
ademptio: a taking away.
adeo : to such a point, such an extent, so far, so long.
adeo : to approach, visit, come to, undertake.
adeptio : attainment, obtaining.
adepto : to obtain, get, acquire.
adfectus affectus : (fr. adficio) : influenced, worked upon.
adfero affero : to cause, bring about, contribute.
adfero affero : to bring news, report / apply, bring to bear.
adficio : to affect, afflict, weaken, sap, exhaust, drain.
adflicto affligo : to injure, weaken, discourage, damage, break.
adhaero : to hang to, stick to, adhere.
adhuc : till then, till now, still, even now, besides, also, yet.
adicio : to direct, address, apply / to throw to.
adimpleo : to fulfill, perform.
adinventitias : (?) Herimann, cap 2.
adipiscor : to come up to, overtake, obtain.
adiuvo : to help, aid, assist.
administratio : giving of help, administration, government.
admiratio : wonder, astonishment, surprise, admiration.
admiror : to wonder at, admire, marvel at.
admitto : to admit, receive.
admoneo : admonish, advise.
admonitio : warning, reminder (insult - Herimann, p. 282).
admoveo : to move to, bring up, apply.
adnuo : to nod assent.
adopto : to wish for oneself, adopt, select, pick out.
adsidue assidue : continuously, without remission.
adstringo : (persons) bind, oblige, (+ refl.) commit oneself to
adstringo : to tight, compress, compact /
adstringo : to draw together, tighten, bind.
adsuesco assuesco : to grow accustomed to, used to, make familiar.
adsum : to assist, be present, be near, be in attendance,
adsumo (assumo) : to take to oneself, claim, appropriate, call.
adulatio : fawning, flattery, sycophancy, buttering up.
adulescens : young man, youth, lad.
adulescentia : youth
adultus : (adj.) grown up, mature, adult, of age.
aduro (adustum) : to set fire to, burn, singe, kindle, light.
advenio : to come, arrive, reach.
adversus : (prep. + acc.) toward, against, facing
adversus : (adj.) facing, opposite, opposing.
adverto : to turn towards, direct one's attention to, attract.
advoco : to summon, call / call in an advisor.
aedificium edificium : building, structure.
aeger eger : sick, ill.
aegre egre : (adv.) hardly, scarcely, with difficulty, laboriously.
aegresco egresco : to fall ill, become troubled, grow worse.
aegresco : to become ill, grow worse, be ill.
aegretudo egretudo : sickness, mental illness.
aegrotatio egrotatio : sickness, illness.
aegrus : ill, diseased, unwell.
aeneus eneus : made of copper or bronze, brazen.
aequitas equitas : justice, fairness, equity.
aequus, equus : level, even, calm, equal, favorable, just.
aer, aeris : air, atmosphere, ether, weather.
aestas estas : summer.
aestivus estivus : pertaining to summer.
aestus estus : h... ]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/26643235/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/26643235/ Mon, 17 Aug 2009 05:43:40 PDT
"It's in the trees!
It's coming!"
When I was a child:
Running in the night,
Afraid of what might be
Hiding in the dark,
Hiding in the street,
And of what was following me...
the hounds of love are hunting me
I've always been a coward,
And I don't know what's good for me.
(Well) Here I go!
It's coming for me through the trees.
Help me, someone!
Help me, please!
Take my shoes off,
And (i will) throw them in the lake,
And I'll be
Two steps on the water.
I found a fox
Caught by dogs.
He let me take him in my hands.
His little heart,
It beats so fast,
And I'm ashamed of running away
From nothing real--
I just can't deal with this,
But I'm still afraid to be this,
Among your hounds of love,
And feel your arms surrounding me.
I've always been a coward,
I never know what's good for me.
(well),here I go!
Don't let me go!
Hold me down!
It's coming for me through the trees.
Help me, darling
Help me, please!
Take my shoes off
And throw them in the lake,
And I'll be
Two steps on the water.
I don't know what's good for me.
I don't know what's good for me.
I need la la la la la ya yo ya yo
Your love!
Take your shoes off
And throw them in the lake!
Do you know what I really need?
Do you know what I really need?
I need la la la la la yeah!

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/25229670/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/25229670/ Wed, 10 Jun 2009 05:16:52 PDT
]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/24816332/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/24816332/ Mon, 18 May 2009 04:12:59 PDT and beholdeth the four winds,
and girdeth herself together
as the brightness of the morning;
which is visited with a few,
and dwelleth alone
as though she were
a widow.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/24556225/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/24556225/ Sat, 02 May 2009 21:54:10 PDT here is her labyrinth...

My recommendation is to simply choose a word from the list below, highlght it, copy it, and paste into Wikipedia...

May it take you further down the rabbit-hole...

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]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/23741129/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/23741129/ Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:40:19 PDT I light a stick of incense, and I raise both hands above me in prayer, as high as I can over my head…
At the tips of my fingers, and far above me, I visualise a light; one light: like the warmest star.
I reach up for it…my breath held on its edge as I extend my hands up towards it.
With my voice beckoning with a timeless song, I call out with one full breath:
“Ah Toh!”
This is Hebrew; it means “Thine Is”…
As I slowly breathe out and with regulated will, I draw the light from high above me, down through my body…
Till my hands point down through the soles of my feet to the depths below…
I have created a vertical line of infinite length that travels through my body…
From the big unknown, from the skies above; to the crown of my head, through my body, to the soles of my feet;
and deep into the earths centre below.
I sing out with one descending intonation: ‘Mal Kuth”
This means: “Thy Kingdom”
I rest for a moment; feeling this power of infinite length extending above and below me...
It pulses, backwards and forwards ever so quickly.
With my breath, it seems to change its rhythm as though electric and alive…
My body pulses and races like a conduit: it too feels the power…
Above me is the light, below me is the darkness…my centre is a mediator of poles…
As I breath in, the ray of light that has fallen to my feet, rushes up my body like the ocean tide,
drawing in, it comes to rest at the gateway of my heart…
My heart awakens as it is nourished by the three virtues of ‘light’, ‘breath’, and ‘will’;
Here they all move together…
This is a type of bliss my love…
I extend both my hands outwards as though crucified, and I direct the light from my heart out through my right hand, through the tip of my middle finger, and I see it extending as far as I can upon the horizon on my right side…
I sing out with my breath: “Veh Geh Buh Rah”
This means: “Thy Strength”
With my intention, and the drawing in of my breath, I direct the light now from the furtherest point on my right side, back through my arm and to my heart….momentarily it rests here at my centre, until, with my exhalation, it travels on, through my left arm, and the tip of my left middle finger, to where it extends as far as I can again upon the infinite left horizon…
I sing out ‘Veh Geh Duh Lah” with my outbreath.
This means: “Thy Mercy”
The light rushes back again like the oceans tide as I breathe in, and it comes to rest in the centre of my heart.
My body has become a Cross of Light.
I feel the light as it gathers and twirls; alive and radiant in my centre;
I cross my hands over my heart, hand over hand, recognising and cherishing
This holy moment; this ever so gentle yet powerful force.
As I breathe out, the light moves from my heart, from in front of my body; extending infinitely outwards like ‘time’…
As I breath in, it travels back through my chest, and infinitely outwards from behind me…
I sing out “LeOlam”
This means: “Forever”
My body has become an axis of length by breadth by depth and they all intersect at my centre, upon my heart.
I stand, as a being who has become a crossroads….
the universe seems to stop; a quietness comes…
I come to rest in my centre.
As I breathe out for the last time with my hands still cupped and the three intersecting rays meeting at my heart,
I sing “Amen”. I come now to finish my meditation, and I vow to carry its peace with me throughout my day.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/21590747/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/21590747/ Fri, 21 Nov 2008 00:01:28 PST
Aleister Crowley: from 'The Book of Thoth'.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20885386/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20885386/ Wed, 08 Oct 2008 06:41:17 PDT How we'd follow the path of the hero.
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun.
How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior,
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;
None of us have actually been there.
Not like you.

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.

But, enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who
Illuminated your little piece of the divine?

And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,
Your way home ...

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.
You were the light and the way they'll only read about.
I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;
You're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I've come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"

You are the light and way that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,
(With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your Maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home."

Tool lyrics to '10 000 days'.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20696558/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20696558/ Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:09:19 PDT
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20630219/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20630219/ Tue, 23 Sep 2008 04:57:15 PDT I hope my neurosis don't rub off on you.
I hope you always have enough to eat.
I hope you're never bullied and I hope you never bully others.
I hope you find love.
I hope you don't die before your time.
I hope you don't blame yourself for things that are not your fault.
I hope you're always playing your tape and I hope you'll visit me when I'm old.
I hope you are true to yourself.
I hope that rejection doesn't stop you loving.
I hope you never experience war.

What, are you come to teach me?
Well, would you want 'hilosophy' or 'The New Wayne Rooney' ?
Will it be poetry that lights your eyes?
Mine are shining and my tears flow free...
Oh my son, what have I done?
Brought perfection to this world of confusion heedlessly...
Now you're the one feeding me,
Because I never knew love like this, endlessly reaching back through eternity that I can clearly see in your face when you smile at me and grab my finger.

I hope you outlive your parents.
I hope you never bury your children.

I hope you outlive your parents.
I hope you never bury your children.
I don't mind whether you're a boy or a girl, I just want you to be healthy.
I hope we enjoy every minute of you growing up.
I hope you lead your world to victory.

'I Hope' Lyrics by Faithless, from the album 'To All New Arrivals'.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20364676/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20364676/ Sat, 06 Sep 2008 20:37:23 PDT Into the belly of the holy mother
A chamber black as pitch
But I felt no fear, only comfort,

For I was as a child in the womb
And she begged me
"Hear through yonder portal
Which looked upon the heavens,
And behold! a morning angel"

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

She ascended slowly from far beyond the horizon,
Her light like a heavenly finger pointing the way
And on yonder wall she traced for me a path
Which led me five directions, eight winters to east,

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

And behold!
As my feet landed firmly
Upon the vital winter of the second storm
There appeared before me a heavenly star

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

A holy virgin, the bringer of life and breath
And she spoke unto me saying
"Fear not the movement of the heavens above or the earth below
For change is what we are, my child.

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

Righteous are those
Who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

Who seek the truth around them
And discover that we are
And have always been in paradise.
The reflections of heaven on earth. Amen!'

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

And she spoke again saying
"Know, my child,
That there is no devil seeking
To cause guilt nor harm to men.

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

No evil, save blind faith, ignorance,
And the desire for the unprepared
To blame others for the devastation
Left in the wake of change

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

Change, my child
Change is in the heavens
Change is on this earth
Change is all around us

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

And if we
Are reflections of the divine
We must roll with these changes,
For we are these changes.

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

Eyes wide open,
We must look upon
The heavens as a mirror.
Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

And when the shit comes down, my child,
You will be there,
A true and holy survivor
To inherit the kingdom of god.

[Hal-le-lu-jah!]

You will rise above the rumbles of the unprepared
To greet the new day,
To drink from the sweet fruit of the vine,
The water of life, the blood of the risen Christ, my child.'

[Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!]

'Go now, son,
Tell them all.
The ignorant, the blind paw by dogma,
Blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay sayers.

[Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!]

Tell them all, child,
They can not see
The kingdom of God,
They can not see paradise
Unfold before them

[Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!]

They can not drink
From the chalice
Which holds the blood of Christ,
The water of life,
Until they get right with Jesus.

[Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!]

Until they get right with Jesus.
It's always gonna be
Sour grapes with you, boy,
Until you get right with Jesus. Amen!

[Je-ho-vah! Yah-weh!]


'sour grapes' from the album 'V is for Vagina' by Puscifier.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20228677/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20228677/ Sat, 30 Aug 2008 01:00:56 PDT
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your ears

Arriving somewhere but not here

Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?

All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificed

Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?

Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?


From the album 'Deadwing' by Porcupine Tree.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20159833/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20159833/ Tue, 26 Aug 2008 01:59:18 PDT
"One must constantly keep in mind the bivalence of every symbol. Insistence upon either one or other of the contradictory attributions inherent in a symbol is simply a mark of spiritual incapacity; and it is constantly happening, because of prejudice. It is the simplest test of initiation that every symbol is understood instinctively to contain this contradicory meaning in itself. Mark well the passage in 'The Vision and the Voice', page 136:

"It is shown me that this heart is the heart that rejoiceth, and the serpent is the serpent of Da'ath, for herein all the symbols are interchangeable, for each one containeth in itself its own opposite. And this is the great mystery of the Supernals that are beyond the Abyss. For below the Abyss, contradiction is division, but above the Abyss, contradiction is Unity. And there could be nothing true except by virtue of the contradiction that is contained in itself."

Hmmm...any ideas as how to represent such a paradox?

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20122016/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/20122016/ Sat, 23 Aug 2008 23:12:23 PDT She'll Hide This Beaten Man Beneath Her Innocence
Tonight No Dream's Denied In Mona Lisa's Mind
We'll Ride A Drowning World Through The Cold Black Sky
Mona Lisa, Mother Earth
Mona Lisa, Mother Earth
My Mind's An Ocean In Mona Lisa's Hand
She Dreams A Hiding World Where The Water Runs Red
Tonight My Dreams Are Born On Mona Lisa's Breast
We'll Walk A Burning World Where The Sun Shines Darkness
Mona Lisa, Mother Earth
Mona Lisa, Mother Earth

The Swans: Mona Lisa, Mother Earth

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]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19996437/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19996437/ Sat, 16 Aug 2008 23:20:14 PDT I listen hard but no words spring to mind
And it sounds so sweet, listen to its heartbeat
And I'm drowning in its sea
Falling at its feet
Listen to my heartbeat baby

And the blood sail leaves tonight
Fated in its blindness
And it won't be long before help is at hand
And the darkness sleeps
Cushioning the heartbeat
And I killed the captain, sank the fleet
To liberate the heartbeat baby
And it sounds so sweet
And it sounds so sweet
Listen to our hearts beat

And the darkness sleeps
Cushioning the heartbeat
And I'm drowning in its sea
Falling at its feet
Listen to my heartbeat baby

It speaks to ghosts and souls alike
Springs to life, and doesn't think twice
Wrapped in the blood sail
Bathed in snow
Nailed to the source and it won't let go
Fed on the bible, grown from trees
It opened the mind and the heart was free
A home in the silence, safe from sound
Where trouble sleeps and the light is found

'Heartbeat' by David Sylvian from the album 'Everything and Nothing'.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19867133/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19867133/ Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:30:00 PDT Can you tell me
Where the hours go
Where time flows ?
It is written in the stars
Upon the milky way
That we must burn bright
Before we fade away ?

Mother mother
Can you tell me
Where the fire goes
When the flames cease ?
"From the ashes to the astral plain
Where the setting sun meets the sea, Brendan"

I live by the river
Where the old gods still dream
Of inner communion
With the open sea

Through the eye of the hunter
In search of a prey
Neither beast nor human
In my philosophy

If you don't recognise me
Well it's simply because
I've outgrown these old clothes
Time to move on

For you and I will outlive
The masks life gave us
When this shadowplay comes
To a close

'Voyage of Bran' from the album 'Eye of the Hunter' by Brendan Perry

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19764813/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19764813/ Mon, 04 Aug 2008 05:39:23 PDT It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts.
All life is choked.
This desert is the Abyss
wherein is the Universe.
The Stars are but thistles in that waste.
Yet this desert is but one spot accursed
in a world of bliss.
Now and again Travellers cross the desert;
they come from the Great Sea,
and to the Great Sea they go.'

Aleister Crowley from 'The Book of Lies'.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19069237/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/19069237/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 04:45:34 PDT [link]

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]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/18825019/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/18825019/ Fri, 13 Jun 2008 17:15:28 PDT In my rendition of ‘The Star’ Tarot card, my primary source of symbolic meaning was derived through interpreting Crowley’s commentary on the representation of Nuith; ‘Our Lady of the Stars’. Fittingly, the young girl in my card is named Celeste.

Within the card itself, a subtle seven pointed Heptagram of Venus frames the young girls crown, and through its centre emanate rays of light unto the universe representing the light and love of life. It also represents the seven planets of traditional astrology. Surrounding her face and chest are ancient star-maps from around the world, whirling in a vortex to symbolize the collective thoughts and struggles of humanity to understand the cosmos. Superimposed over Celeste’s face are Egyptian hieroglyphic figures, as is to protect and remind us of the sacredness of our bodily senses and openings. Over Celeste’s heart centre is the stylized Humming-bird geo-glyph from the Nazca lines.
Her eyes are closed; as if in prayer, dreaming, or making a wish….Her closed eyes serve to remind us, that ‘travel’ does not have to be a third-dimensional endeavor. In ‘The Star’ card, we are encouraged to consider ways of thinking and feeling that challenge the construct of limitations. Here, the concept of inner-space and outer-space are reconciled as our illusion of separateness, shimmers before dissolving.
Celeste is holding her breath and on the verge of blowing the fragile seeds of the dandelion flower unto the night; each of its seeds will float into the unknown, and yet all are filled with life. ‘The Star’ card reminds us that every thought and act we do has life, and can be linked with purpose, aspiration, hope, and consciousness.

Humorously, the geometry of the dandelion flower reminded me of the newest developments in Particle Physics, and the monstrous electronic particle detecting machines that are now attempting to understand the nature of reality. It is interesting to note how much of humanities constructions unconsciously reflect Nature’s perfection…and like the dandelions fragility, how ‘our lady of the stars’ could but through one breath, blow the rigidity of our mechanistic thinking away. ‘The Star’ card reminds us of ‘erspective’, and “the eternal renewal of all categories, the inexhaustible possibilities of existence”.

I found it to be a wonderful contemplation and challenge to interpret Crowley’s description of the “doctrine which asserts that the blindness of humanity to all the beauty and wonder of the Universe is due to this illusion of straightness”. Here, I was challenged to break through my natural affinity with geometric form and explore the curve. This is illustrated through bending the subtle ‘flower-of-life’ tapestry in the night sky and reflecting the stars in the rippling of the water. Celeste’s hair also defies gravity and order and weaves in a seemingly haphazard manner. This is contrasted against the many straight threads of light that link her to the stars. Symbolically, if we relate these threads of hair to pathways of travel, we are reminded that time is relative, and the prospect of such fantastic ideas such as the bending of space and time may in fact, be possible. It may also stimulate contemplation about ‘ways of being’ that one is naturally unfamiliar with…and that life beyond our solar system may be governed by completely un-thought of elements.

The stars themselves are like slowly turning wheels: above Celeste is the southern star map, and reflected in the water below her feet is the northern star map. Framing her feet is the Hebrew letter ‘Heh’ like an oriental gateway, eluding to the possibility that our bodies are akin to doorways; and that spirit and the influence of the cosmos constantly move through us…

Directly overhead is the bright star of ‘Sirius’. As the Wiki-pedia article points out: “The heliacal rising of Sirius marked the flooding of the Nile in ancient Egypt” and the renewing of Egypt’s fertility. Written in the stars around Sirius is a geometric rendition of the name of the Egyptian goddess ‘Sopdet’. Her relationship with both renewal, fertility, and the star-system is of key importance. The African Dogon-tribe sand glyph of the Sirius system can also be seen subtly rising up to meet Sirius.

Finally, the traditional astrological association of Aquarius is rendered geometrically, and like the water she treads, ripples under ‘Our Lady of the Stars’ feet.

The Star card could go on forever with symbolic interpretations. It has been a long journey to get here. Our ‘Lady of the Stars’ is definitely a work in progress, but as for now I shall let her rest.

I would like to thank the practicing magician and writer Donald Tyson for his communication with... ]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/17646699/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/17646699/ Wed, 02 Apr 2008 06:27:03 PDT
'And now in the midst of the Aethyr, I behold that god. He hath a thousand arms, and in each hand is a weapon of terrible strength. His face is more terrible than the storm, and from his eyes flash lightnings of intolerable brilliance. From his mouth run seas of blood. Upon his head is a crown of every deadly thing. Upon his forehead is the upright Tau, and on either side of it are signs of blasphemy. And about him clingeth a young girl, like unto the King's daughter that appeared in the ninth Aethyr. But she is become rosy by reason of his force, and her purity hath tinged his black with blue.
They are clasped in a furious embrace, so that she is torn asunder by the terror of the god; yet so tightly clingeth she about him, that he is strangled. She hath forced back his head, and his throat is livid with the pressure of her fingers. Their joint cry is an intolerable anguish; yet it is the cry of their rapture, so that every pain, and every curse, and every bereavement, and every death of everything in the whole universe, is but one little gust of wind in that tempest-scream of ecsatcy.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/17583470/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/17583470/ Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:35:15 PDT Afro Celt Sound System, Amon Tobin, Angels of Light, Antony and the Johnsons, A Perfect Circle, Asura, Banco do Gaia, Ben Harper, Beth Gibbons, Bill Laswell, Bjork, Bluetech, Bob Marley, Carla, Cocteau Twins, Conjure One, Cream, Credence Clearwater Revival, CyberTribe, Damian Rice, David Gray, David Sylvian, Dead Can Dance, Deep Purple, Deftones, Depeche Mode, Diana Krall, Dirty Three, Divinations, Doors, Dredg, Endorphin, Enigma, Eric Clapton, Eva, Faithless, Fleetwood Mac, Freddie Mercury, Ganga Giri, Gnarles Barkley, Groove Armada, Guns n Roses, Heather Nova, Hoover, Icehouse, INXS, Jeff Buckley, Jeff Martin, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon, Johny Cash, Joni Mitchell, Julie Cruise, Kate Bush, KD Lang, King Crimson, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Led Zepellin, Leonard Cohen, Lisa Gerrard, Live, Lou Rhodes, Manu Chao, Massive Attack, Mazzy Star, Medicine Drum, Mercury Rev, Metallica, Michael Franti, Michael Jackson, Mika, Miles Davis, Ministry, Moby, Mogwai, Morphine, Mum, Muse, Mystical Sun, Neil Young, Netta Yaschin, Nick Cave, Nick Drake, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Nitin Sawhney, Norah Jones, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Omnimotion, Opeth, Opus Dai, Paul Horn, Paul Oakenfold, Pendulum, Pigface, Pink Floyd, Placebo, Platipus Records, Popol Vuh, Portishead, Prince, Pulp, Puscifier, Queen, Queens Of The Stoneage, Radiohead, RATM, Ray Charles, RealWorld, RHCP, Return To The Source, Rishloo, Robert Plant, Roxette, Ruby, Sade, Sasha, Scorn, Shulman, Sia, Sigur Ros, Sinead O Conner, Slava Grigoryan, Sneakerpimps, Snog, Solarfields, Sonkite, Sphongle, Sub Arachnoid Space, Talvin Singh, The Cure, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Tea Party, Tool, Tori Amos, Transglobal Underground, U2, Unionjack, Vast, Woob, Yes, Younger Brother.

]]> *pathworking http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/17583456/ http://pathworking.deviantart.com/journal/17583456/ Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:32:35 PDT The inspiration for my artwork comes from the Source and
through my exploration of Kabbalah, Mystery schools,
and various Mystic Modalities.

Our lives are the greatest mysteries, and I believe that
it is our personal responsibility to fathom the depths
and aspire to the heights of our being.

As an Artist, I serve to remind us All that Life is Multi-Dimensional.
It is part of my Pathworking to open myself to the reality
of these many realities....and to share a little with you.

Please enjoy the Imagery, and leave a comment to
ignite the Flame of Mystery....

Love, Alexander.

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