The convergence: Creativity and spirituality

I’ve been thinking on the convergence of spirituality and creativity.

I believe the spiritual impulse and the creative impulse spring from the same source. 

I’m even believing that creative flow is spirit expressed. 

When we are creative we are fulfilling our spiritual purpose. 

When we are spiritual, it is creative in nature. We explore as much as we are still. 

A creator is a spiritually expressive being. 

It doesn’t matter how one’s creative energy is funneled — art, life, family, business, relationships, appreciation, contemplation, athletics, lovemaking, meditation, movement, stillness, invention, cooking, cleaning, assembling, working, laughing, forgiving, creating coolness for others in some little way — the One Source seeks infinite means of articulation.

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We think we’re the lamp shade: Michael Bernard Beckwith’s epiphany

Confiscated from Epiphany

By Elise Ballard

Michael Bernard Beckwith:

Around six weeks ago, I had another lucid dream. 

I felt this gigantic being standing next to me very luminous and very big. It reached down and touched my heart. I felt it dissolving any obstruction that would hinder the flow of life coming through me. 

At some point in this process, I realized that I was the giant touching Michael. The giant was me, and “Michael” was how I expressed him in this three-dimensional realm in which we live. I simultaneously knew that there is a giant in everyone. 

Everyone has this giant, luminous being that is their true self. The human incarnation is the instrument through which the Eternal breaks through into time. 

Everyone is a sleeping giant, so to speak, waiting to hear the call, waiting to surrender to it, waiting to act on it. 

We’ve gotten caught up in thinking we are what we look like, the physical, the exterior. 

We think we’re the lamp shade. We’ve forgotten that we are the light  the electricity and the luminosity that lights up every man, woman, and child. The light is who we truly are.

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Todd Karlen: Expressifying!

I love sharing other people’s genius. 

From Todd Karlen, retired carpenter, clever parent, trader, trafficker in thoughts like these:

Birth and death are two beautiful doorways, with nothing but abundant beautiful energy, prior too, in-between and after.

It’s funny . . . I don’t know where this thought came from or how early I first thought it . . . maybe 17 . . . “I’ve been alive since time began” . . . Now I’m learning that even the water that washes over my body loves me….The very air I breathe every moment loves me. Am I to be so ignorant to think us humans are the only thing capable of love. How about the very air we breathe loves us…..now that sounds nice….I like that. I inhale love…and I exhale love…

Sing it brother————— !
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Wayne Dyer on Anita Moorjani: What you don’t have to do in this life

Anita Moorjani was down to 82 pounds and not expected to live through the night by her doctors.  

Her body was riddled with tumors from lymphoma. Her doctors, in fact, had written this was her ‘last night’ in their notes. 

Listen in on Wayne Dyer describing an aspect of Anita Moorjani’s near-death experience

“She was told she could come back into her body, that she had an important lesson to teach us:  

That you don’t have to do anything.

You don’t have to accomplish anything.  

You don’t have to be anything that anyone else has assigned to you to be.  

All you have to do is treasure your magnificence and recognize that who you are is connected to a divine source, who you are is God. 

Stay in that realization.”

Interestingly, for those who feel they’ve lost loved ones too soon, Moorjani says this when asked why she was the lucky one to come back when so many others have not. 

She believes the others are the fortunate ones, because the far side of death is unsurpassingly blissful. An experience so exquisitely profound no one would want to return from there. She implies that none might ever come back if it weren’t for the soul work yet to be done.

She came back only because she had unfinished work to do — and to tell her story so that others might gain a clearer understanding of their purpose here.

The quote above is excerpted from Dr. Wayne Dyer Unplugged: In Conversation with Lisa Garr.
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A surprise insight into my purpose

Meditation continues to surprise. Even after years, up comes this insight.

In meditation this thought was imparted to me so powerfully and succinctly my eyes flipped open:

You may think your primary purpose is creative in nature, it’s not. Your primary purpose is to draw the best out of people.

It was startling yet calming. I’ve long assumed my mission is a creative one, living creatively, expressing creatively. 
Yet when this thought came to me from a higher source — I felt tension drop away. It felt right and natural. In fact I felt relief. Thank God, I thought, I’m already doing that. 
At least when I’m at my best.
Then this realization followed: 

If I am meant to draw out the best in people, then I am also meant to draw out the best in myself.

I suspect this purpose of mine is not mine alone. I suspect that many share this purpose, maybe even you.

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Marriage on the rocks: “I’m walking on holy ground”

I spoke with a  friend I hadn’t been in touch with for several years. She described the near break up of her marriage.

She began working with a spiritual mentor. Check this out, here’s a commitment: Five mornings a week, via phone. 

Plus the raw hours put in seeking understanding.

The mentor helped her view the crisis through a different lens, as a series of sacred moments.

As the rift became greater she thought to herself:

“I’m walking on holy ground.”

“This experience is pushing me to go deep.” 

“I’m here to do two things: Express God and serve.” 

“Whether I lose [what’s his name] today or 30 years from now, it doesn’t matter.” 

“I have to let go of relying on anyone except God for my support and connection.” 

“You go back to love. When you put Love first it is the antidote to everything. It shatters situations.” 


I’m thinking to myself as I read over these quotes from my talk with her — my young son is going through his own crisis of friendship betrayal, where a couple of friends he’s had virtually the entirety of his life are ostracizing him — suddenly he’s finding himself without lunch and recess buddies — I’m as wounded by it as he is — and I’m thinking, can I view this as spiritual ground we’re treading on? 

Can I attain the heroic level of insight my friend had in approaching her possibly shattering marriage?

What I’m admiring in her — and the reason I’m sharing it — is because there’s something universal in it. Can I make that sublimely universal message my own — so much that even my son can feel it?

Even more, can I live it so that the kid who instigated the rupture will feel it when I encounter him next . . . .

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I was asked: Do you do gratitude?

I do it two ways.

In the morning I start out the day handwriting a Vision Page — which could as easily be called a Creation Page. 

The Page is simultaneously a celebration of what’s been created in my experience and an evocation of what I’d like to create in my life to come.

Normally I write it just before breakfast, though sometimes it’s out in our backyard, wherever. It’s a single page composed of two parts, well a third if you consider the opening . . . 

It goes like this:

1. I address the Page to my favorite pet name for the divine (which is OmJah at the moment):

OmJah! 

— or —

Hey O 

— or if I’m feeling formal —

Dear One

Something like that. It varies. 

Why do I start off this way?

It feels intimate, as though I’m addressing a sublime aspect of myself that is also greater than myself.

2. Then I riff on whatever is good, whatever is jazzing me that day. 

Sometimes it’s just sloppy lists with dashes in between. So many good things, so little time — dashes get you there quicker!

Sometimes it’s a paragraph or two about an enjoyable/meaningful moment . . . connection . . . thing . . . or event . . . 

Sometimes it goes like this: 

“I’m lovin’ that my forever friend Vegs was here this weekend. I’m lovin’ the flow of awesomeness streaking through our lives . . . ” 

Most often this segment is a quarter to half a page. 

(Though at times I’ll get caught up in the process and the whole Page becomes a lengthy hyper-appreciation sequence leaping from enthusiasm to enthusiasm.) 


3. Then I pivot to what I want to create in my experience. 

This segment is all about articulating what I’m seeking to create.

It could be clarifying a long-term vision or it could be focusing on what feels essential for that day. 

It might simply be words that speak to what I want in my life:

Wonder!  

Connection!  

Lightheartedness! 

Often I get specific. As detailed as I can be.

Or it might be something I’m troubled by. If so, I’ll talk about that first and then wander into what it will feel like to move past it, or resolve it, even asking for possible solutions to present themselves.

It’s all free form. Whatever feels right as I’m doing it. Sometimes mad incoherent scrawl is called for.

At the end of every day I practice Love-Appreciation meditation:
My second practice relating to gratitude is my nighttime meditation. 

Just as I do in the morning, I frame gratitude as Appreciation-Love, which feels more expansive to me, less servile, less groveling for scraps of goodness. 

My meditation practice has evolved into a sort of zazen meets Abraham Hicks rampage of appreciation

I get into a Love and Appreciation space and then let myself float there . . . and whatever arises in my consciousness I appreciate, even if only some small aspect of it . . . 

The thought arising could be of a person, an issue, a thing, an experience. It could be good or bad or something entangled with both qualities. 

Whatever it is, it’s easy to hold some aspect of it in deep and perfect appreciation, because I’m already there, already feeling the love pulse undulate through me.

After an appreciative embrace of whatever arose, that thought drifts off and I’m back in the Appreciation-Love space. . . . it’s an undifferentiated place, suffused with warmth  . . . until something else arises . . . 

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What will this day bring?

What will this day bring? 


Surprises! 

Of the most the most delightful kind —

(because we’re summoning them)

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The simplest way to awaken your own creative power

Last week I was with some clients in their wildly innovative home. 

It was a home where a stairwell wrapped through different rooms, railings were art themselves — the metalwork evoking some kind of abstract calligraphy — every passageway to another space in the home was its own adventure . . . 

Being with these clients reconnected me with what art does for people. It connects them to their own ingenuity. 

By immersing yourself in the human id you draw it out in yourself. 

It needn’t be an architectural masterwork, it needn’t be a blue chip masterpiece. It can be a poem, a scrap of something torn from a magazine, it most especially can be something you’ve doodled up yourself.

Sprinkling originality into your day evokes it in you.

Have you ever seen a thinker’s lair? An artist’s studio, for instance. A writer’s bookshelves. An entrepreneur’s office. A researcher’s study. What’s there? Evidence that it can be done. 

There on the walls and fixtures — even possibly in the construction of the furniture itself — will be evidence of human genius at work.

By surrounding yourself with artifacts of creation’s power you amplify it in yourself. 

Part of the What creators do series.

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From Ray Bradbury: A clean clear example of how far reaching and clever your subconscious mind is

You can trust your mind! Conscious or unconscious, it will delight you. 

What is needed? That you use it for what matters. 

(To you, to you . . . )

Below is a quick example from science fiction writer Ray Bradbury, regarding something he discovered decades after publishing the novel Fahrenheit 451.

If you haven’t read the book, here’s what you need to know for the below excerpt to make sense:

  • The book is set in a bleak future (aspects of which feel like now)
  • Books have been banned
  • TV rules
  • Firemen burn books
  • A society of Book People live in the forests, memorizing books to save them from extinction
  • Montag and Faber are characters in the novel

Now let’s marvel along with Bradbury about the ways in which our minds will seek to please us, even when we are unaware of it:

A last discovery. 

I write all of my novels and stories, as you have seen, in a great surge of delightful passion. Only recently, glancing at the novel, I realized that Montag is named after a paper manufacturing company. And Faber, of course, is a maker of pencils! What a sly thing my subconscious was, to name them thus. 

And not tell me!

Yours is the same. Your mind is doing the same thing for you all the time — finding ways to imbue greater meaning to what you do. 

Your mind tendrils out far farther than you do. It sees more in a day. It connects more. It travels where you do not, and brings back significance for you. 

(So does your life.)

(What I mean by this is life creates significance all around you. Those with an open antenna know what I’m talking about. Life is conversing with you . . . and it’s groovy.)

Be attentive, you’ll see.

Part of the What creators do series.

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