Life is so much more that just existing.
Life is a constant exploration of the senses, a development of thoughts and ideals and a striving to make a connection between the state we call reality and the spiritual.
I have spent the better part of my many years searching for that connection. I cannot without chasing some dream believe in that organized concept that faith has, that yes holds people together with some innocent hope. I am not a true Christian but yet certainly believe in and follow in some greater entity that we and this existence are. My ancestors built Stonehenge, mapped the stars, made sense of the reality about them.
They perhaps made that connection.
There is an existence of energy, a force and a source power for all of this that we are. I have felt it, engaged ideas and ideals with it, realized it in some obscure way and felt its actuality believing that we are all in our corporeal simplicity a part of it, that it exists past the concept of just faith.
Heartquest Guatemala, the title for this blog came from a single awareness. My journey was that and still is, my quest. It was simple.
I got that part of the message correct.
How would I know back in 1997 when I painted a picture of some pyramid shaped object, that what I perceived as just some visual idea for a painting would lead me eventually to Guatemala.
I had literally painted a picture of the non active volcano Santa Maria that sits some 10 kilometers away from the city of Quetzaltenango, without ever knowing of its existence.
People often comment when I relive that experience with and to them. Comments range from "really how absurd" to "you obviously must have seen a picture of it somewhere."
I am amused at their human need to qualify my small miracle. Back then I had now idea where Guatemala was, let alone the existence of some volcano and wasn't there a war going on there in Guatemala or something?
I do believe that for whatever reason that I was meant to travel and to live in Guatemala.
It was like receiving a tip (perhaps from some higher power) and one that I did not understand at all... Perhaps the message was telling me to go to Guatemala now right now! I did not of course.
My mismanaging of what that message meant to me... had me painting a picture of some pyramid shaped structure instead. I just though at that time was that was what I needed to do... paint some concept and nothing more. The true message was perhaps lost within the translation between my known reality and perhaps a higher spiritual entity.
Can you imagine what I felt thirteen years later in Guatemala when reviewing some pictures I had taken, when one picture just jumped out at me. It was a startling event for me. It felt as if time was standing still, for there in that simple point and shoot digital camera was the picture I had painted thirteen years ago. I felt a cold shiver as the hairs on the nape of my neck stood rigid. I remember saying to myself "this is impossible, it just can't be happening." But impossible or not, the fact was that there it was right before me.
I have had several spiritual connections over my lifetime that I cannot explain. Nor now do I wish to explain any of them, accepting what I see and feel and experience for something very special.
Several years ago I remember briefly an experience that had me alone and seemingly lost in my life. I was standing on a small beach near the University of British Columbia. Everything about me was actually very beautiful but through my gloom and doom I could not see it.
Then I noticed a log on the beach mostly submerged in the sand. Growing out of that log was a single small flower. I slowly crouched down to see it better and reached out my hand to touch the petals. From out of nowhere I felt something present. What ever it was, it wrapped me like a warm blanket. I felt love. Standing up and parting from that flower the warmth around me stayed. I remember clearly looking at the sand, sea, sky and trees near me. Everything I saw, I saw with perfect clarity. I saw every grain of sand, every sparkle of water, all the leaves on all the trees... and everything was so incredible very beautiful.
Then the feeling of warmth that wrapped around me was gone... Gone and as fleeting and as quickly as it had come to me. But what I felt in those small moments of time was incredible, for it was pure love. I knew then and still know today that there was a path I needed to follow and that small moments of that path would be shown to me along that journey. I have felt that warmth since then and it is some incredible experience.
Years later when working within the hospitality business on a management level, I used to say to upper management... "I only have one boss.."their confused stares reflecting what I meant."
Now one journey leads to some other in this jigsaw illusion called life. It is my journey to make my connection. So far so good.
Okay Boss?
Life is a constant exploration of the senses, a development of thoughts and ideals and a striving to make a connection between the state we call reality and the spiritual.
I have spent the better part of my many years searching for that connection. I cannot without chasing some dream believe in that organized concept that faith has, that yes holds people together with some innocent hope. I am not a true Christian but yet certainly believe in and follow in some greater entity that we and this existence are. My ancestors built Stonehenge, mapped the stars, made sense of the reality about them.
They perhaps made that connection.
There is an existence of energy, a force and a source power for all of this that we are. I have felt it, engaged ideas and ideals with it, realized it in some obscure way and felt its actuality believing that we are all in our corporeal simplicity a part of it, that it exists past the concept of just faith.
Heartquest Guatemala, the title for this blog came from a single awareness. My journey was that and still is, my quest. It was simple.
I got that part of the message correct.
How would I know back in 1997 when I painted a picture of some pyramid shaped object, that what I perceived as just some visual idea for a painting would lead me eventually to Guatemala.
I had literally painted a picture of the non active volcano Santa Maria that sits some 10 kilometers away from the city of Quetzaltenango, without ever knowing of its existence.
People often comment when I relive that experience with and to them. Comments range from "really how absurd" to "you obviously must have seen a picture of it somewhere."
I am amused at their human need to qualify my small miracle. Back then I had now idea where Guatemala was, let alone the existence of some volcano and wasn't there a war going on there in Guatemala or something?
I do believe that for whatever reason that I was meant to travel and to live in Guatemala.
It was like receiving a tip (perhaps from some higher power) and one that I did not understand at all... Perhaps the message was telling me to go to Guatemala now right now! I did not of course.
My mismanaging of what that message meant to me... had me painting a picture of some pyramid shaped structure instead. I just though at that time was that was what I needed to do... paint some concept and nothing more. The true message was perhaps lost within the translation between my known reality and perhaps a higher spiritual entity.
Can you imagine what I felt thirteen years later in Guatemala when reviewing some pictures I had taken, when one picture just jumped out at me. It was a startling event for me. It felt as if time was standing still, for there in that simple point and shoot digital camera was the picture I had painted thirteen years ago. I felt a cold shiver as the hairs on the nape of my neck stood rigid. I remember saying to myself "this is impossible, it just can't be happening." But impossible or not, the fact was that there it was right before me.
I have had several spiritual connections over my lifetime that I cannot explain. Nor now do I wish to explain any of them, accepting what I see and feel and experience for something very special.
Several years ago I remember briefly an experience that had me alone and seemingly lost in my life. I was standing on a small beach near the University of British Columbia. Everything about me was actually very beautiful but through my gloom and doom I could not see it.
Then I noticed a log on the beach mostly submerged in the sand. Growing out of that log was a single small flower. I slowly crouched down to see it better and reached out my hand to touch the petals. From out of nowhere I felt something present. What ever it was, it wrapped me like a warm blanket. I felt love. Standing up and parting from that flower the warmth around me stayed. I remember clearly looking at the sand, sea, sky and trees near me. Everything I saw, I saw with perfect clarity. I saw every grain of sand, every sparkle of water, all the leaves on all the trees... and everything was so incredible very beautiful.
Then the feeling of warmth that wrapped around me was gone... Gone and as fleeting and as quickly as it had come to me. But what I felt in those small moments of time was incredible, for it was pure love. I knew then and still know today that there was a path I needed to follow and that small moments of that path would be shown to me along that journey. I have felt that warmth since then and it is some incredible experience.
Years later when working within the hospitality business on a management level, I used to say to upper management... "I only have one boss.."their confused stares reflecting what I meant."
Now one journey leads to some other in this jigsaw illusion called life. It is my journey to make my connection. So far so good.
Okay Boss?
