Continuation from The Legend of Hanuman found through Synchronicity, tale 2: Hanuman's Childhood “Hanuman and the Herbs Pg. 39 in: Myths and Legends of India “In the epic story of the Ramayana (which tells how the Rakshasa king Ravana abducted Rama’s wife Sita, and how Rama and his brother Lakshmana, assisted by the noble monkey-god … Continue reading The Legend of Hanuman, tale 3: Hanuman and the Herbs
Back in 2010, when the insight of artistic expression began, when my depression hit its peek, I dived deeper into spirituality, and images flowed like water, as they always have. I began creative writing in November 2007, and by March 2010 my first novel, that has not been published and needs a heavy edit and … Continue reading Art and Schizophrenia
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Entering the Dark Unknown” from this blog post! Enjoy
The cliff is nearby, I can feel it’s’ tough, strong, steady presence near my still form. I have landed on the bottom of the dark unknown, but not in a standing position. No, rather, I landed awkwardly on my right hip, but the landing was light. The ground beneath me is rough but cool, as if at one point in time a river once flowed willingly, freely, but now has dried up. But there is always water beneath hard ground.
I stand slowly to my feet, a calm curiosity is felt within me. My eyes are wide, desperately trying to adjust to this deep darkness outside my comfort zone. My legs feel stiff, probably due to the fall. As I stand straight and tall, assessing my surroundings, my tight muscles in my thighs, calves, and feet relax. There is no pain in my right hip, as…
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(artist: Andrew Ferez)
It feels as if I am walking, walking blindly into unknown territory; as if a cloth is over my eyes, and a gentle wind at my back forcing me to move forward. But I’m stuck… is it fear? I think so. I feel as if I am being gently pushed off a cliff, a cliff I have walked patiently on for many moons, years maybe, pacing back and forth from the edge, afraid to get too close, afraid to peer over to see a hint of what could be there. But now there is a gentle wind behind me, forcing me to make tiny, awkward, clumsy steps forward.
I have one foot on the edge of the cliff, steady and securely on the rocky ground, and one foot over the edge. I feel gravity pulling my foot out further, so that my leg becomes outstretched. My…
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