The transition to evening reminds us that life is about transitions too.
When we understand that this is just part of the natural unfolding,
we resist less and become less fearful.
Everything will be OK!
ಌ You remember how you were taught to write….
Your mother put a pencil in your hand, took your hand in hers, and began to move it. Since you did not know at all what she meant to do, you left your hand completely free in hers….
This is like the power of God in our lives…… ಌ
“When the Lord of the Realm returns, He will find me in resplendent beauty.” Muttered Lucile
“O yes” echoed another swan maiden, “Every bit of my plumage will radiate in snow white”
One maiden after another expressed similar sentiments and before long the bevy in ecstasy, chorused their usual Life Chant until the strident voice of the venerable Swan Lady restored some calm:
“Hear me, hear me, my dear daughters, as you adorn your outward appearances and surroundings, also purify your inner beings; let your souls shine so bright that the Lord would see you from afar, even before reaching the Realm! Remember this and prepare, prepare, prepare yourselves in the right manner!
In a calmer motherly tone, she continued:
“Remember the ten virgins of the Sacred Parable! Did they not all receive tidings of the impending grand “nuptial event” and joyfully look forward to it as you do now? Did they not all approach the banquet hall resplendently attired and perfumed with choice fragrances?
Alas, only half of them carried enough nourishment for their lamps! The other half nourished their bodies, nourished their egos but, sadly forgot that which was most important, that which was to illuminate their paths and the banquet hall. They, one half, thus missed it all: the arrival of the bridegroom, the wedding, the object of their longing and are for posterity known as the “Foolish Virgins”!
Remember this my fair maidens of the Swan Lake!
The higher dimensions co-exist right here with us.
They just vibrate at a much higher frequency of light
that you can only see with your inner eye
and when you open that eye . . .
you will feel the bliss that is you in all your glory.
This site is a hommage to Pierre Joubert, one of the greatest illustrators ever lived. He was born in Paris (june 27, 1910 and died in La Rochelle on January 13, 2002). On Wikipedia is suggested that (quote): ¨He had a controversial site. He has been tarred with collaboration with the Nazis during Worldwar II¨. Documents, however, have proved that this is not true. Intimi have confirmed that.
I am a self taught artist and Writer from South Africa. I am inspired by nature, experiences and the complexity of the human spirit. Personal struggles and being a survivor of childhood abuse lead me on a journey of self discovery. I want to inspire, intrigue and showcase what faith can do.
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