The fall from grace masquerades as tendency toward inherited disillusionment. It was a long way down and back up again. Buried somewhere in the breaking point was a pearl nestled deep as any other.
The pearl here waits and listens. The guide gives a testament to the potential of human faculties made clearer with time. It is the story of the maker and the made. The inheritance of waking into the world with all that’s been and still more to come.
This painting hangs sideways; it started and ended that way, but it was mostly painted turned to the right.
If you look at it that way there is a mask or a skull of the yin/yang persuasion on the left. It felt like a wise guide in saintly blue robes of the sky. It felt like a he. A masculine version of a Mother Mary archetype. I knew him distantly. The sun of awakening and enlightenment alive and blazing forth from within.
The guide is communicating to the pearl what has been and what can be. He tries to tell it what it even is, what he knows of it and has learned. It felt like my grandfather was there with me, dead for thirty-three years speaking right to me. It was Jesus too, and then a man I loved. It was a wise teacher within me.
I was the pearl, so was he, and everyone else too. The very thing that is cared for so deeply. The valuable existence of a made artifact of the soul that sees, knows and refines itself with everything around it.
The green and yellow spoke of Kundalini, the snake of wisdom, not one to be feared, but simply the life force energy of a person rising through the spine and becoming the crown.
The message was of the inherited nature of energy and how it clings to similar habits. Rehabilitated ancestors return by the journey of death on earth to speak of the things beyond the mundane. The resurrection is real.
There is black and white. The shadow and lightness of a person throughout their life on earth. Things known and unknown. I see a butterfly there too with flames of transformation. There are skin tones and a shared story of falling to the earth in human form.
Refining the pearl takes effort allowing it to regain its standing of value under the blue sky. I was feeling the need to become aware of the habits of my family in me and how I could discover and maintain the value of the pearl of great price.
There is strength of redemption here learning from the past and pointing towards the future in the direction of higher ideals. The creator of this complex nosedive to land here on earth and play these parts with people you don’t fully know until you’re gone, and you turn back to see.
Radiant as ever the pearl shines, this is about understanding the the inherited use of energy. Live a life of honor and caring of the great gift and value of the soul within. Be good to it.
There was consolation and transformation in telling the story of his life from a state of grace. It is the story of the use of ancestral energy, the alpha male energy that dominates and controls. It was the telling of having the power to impact.
He wanted to live in harmony with this saintly treasure of a pearl, but he had been in the shadow of man, a body in the world. An illusion of needs and frustrations that were hard to battle with.
He wanted me to use this energy and gift it to the world in a new way. To refine the lost lessons of community and learn to string the pearl together with others. He was telling me to be a good person. He was sorry for the sins and hardship, but luckily the blue sky can forgive and move on. Make good use of your time, it’s good to see you shiny and revealed.
My grandfather lived the life of an alcoholic, a Catholic and a dairy farmer in an isolated and often cold world in Vermont. It was hard work and full of struggle. He was a father to eight children and husband to a devoutly Catholic woman. He lived with dominating strength and carried forward a family with strain in their hearts and desire to be together, keeping it all running, no matter what. There was deep loyalty, love and pain.
These habits we inherit can run on forever. We have power though to change words, deeds and thoughts. Words and voices can be evolved and as expansive as the blue sea and sky. We have the power to truly minister, console and comfort and not just use the voice to insult until you are king. Use it wisely and minister to the people. He gracefully acknowledges, he learned that from me.
We create our world from our hearts, our inherited wisdom and our lives together. It doesn’t stop at death. The value of the life continues refining itself, burning away the emotionally plundered purse that holds the pearl. We have the ability to rise above and learn the ancestral pilgrimage of time and the proper use of action and energy used rightly for the good of the community. It was all there ever was and will be, lessons in living together.