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Art and Creativity as Mediums for Empowerment , Connection and Change…

Archive for April, 2007

The Artists Way…

Posted by carolom on April 29, 2007

I am a graduate and advocate of Julia Camerons process called “The Artists Way”.

It is a twelve week creative recovery process and for the 84 days and beyond – takes you into a very personal place of Creative healing, recognition, recovery and empowerment. A self inventory and reclaiming of some ofthe inner gifts and talents we may  have lost touch with.

The Artists Way takes you  on a 12 week, deeply intimate journey with the Self….this process changes lives and I have been the Artists way buddy for several people over the years, all who have had life changing results as a result of recovering their Creative Self, especially if they complete the process as many people begin but aren’t yet ready to commit to completing the full journey.

For graduates, the journey of the Artists Way releases many of the myths and monsters, limiting habits and old patterns around Creativity in order to craft  the kind of  life they seek, rather than the one they have been living.

PROCESS is a very key word in the Artists Way Journey as the wonderful giftings of the quantum leap often leave some areas once blocked and stuck now open and full of possibilities but without the HOW factor…

The Artists Way is in book form, you study and creatively evolve at home…if you do the course with a friend it is a great way to meet weekly and share the processes from week 1 -12

Each week has a Creative Recovery theme…the word “Reclaim” would work as well in the context of how the course unfolds…

Weeks 1 – 12 are:
Recovering a sense of Safety
Recovering a sense of Identity
Recovering a sense of Power
Recovering a sense of Integrity
Recovering a sense of Possibility
Recovering a sense of Abundance
Recovering a sense of Connection
Recivering a sense of Strength
Recovering a sense of Compassion
Recovering a sense of Self protection
Recovering a sense of Autonomy
Recovering a sense of Faith

Here are some Amazon reviews for The Artists Way…it is not for everyone but many attest to it being the process that changed their life!
Click Here…

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The Greener Grass we are seeking….

Posted by carolom on April 29, 2007

“Sometimes the greener grass we are looking for is right there under our feet….we just haven’t been watering it very much lately!..

“Sometimes the greener grass we are looking for is right there under our feet….we just haven’t been watering it very much lately!……

I remember years ago I went to live in London from Oz and after the hype and hoo-haa of the journey and the preparation and the settling in, I was sitting in Hyde Park one day and to my great surprise and ‘oh-no’, I noticed that even though I had travelled across the world to much greener pastures and wider horizons….once I got there…..many of those same old feelings and the inner restless discontent I had left back in the dry old paddocks was STILL there…

Back then it had never occurred to me to water the dry grass back home and begin to weed and seed within…the greener pastures just seemed to have the answers I was looking for…..

Here is what I ended up doing eventually when I was finally, inescapebly faced with a patch of dry, hard grass-less ground under my feet….

1998….

2004

Carol

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A Cup of the Outback and Travelling without baggage….

Posted by carolom on April 25, 2007

More and more as time goes by coincidence, serendipity and synchronicity appear in all manner of creative ways.

Today Marcy from Maui invited people to click on to a direct broadcast of the Dalai Lama on Maui.

What a thrill and a gift!! I was able to enjoy a full two hours of traditional music and welcome and a divine discourse from the Master of Compassion himself.. The wind spirits were dancing all around the stage …and in my back garden…and it was wonderful to be able to be there in cyber-form as the event was happening.

Thankyou sew much Marcy.

Throughout the two hours we popped into the discussion thread, kind of like the chat you have to the person next to you when you are experiencing something special….this was two of the posts:

Marcy
I KNOW this is the power of Desire, of ASKING and Allowing!

It is TOTALLY AMAZING!

Carol

It’s the little things that I love about the Mirrorcle of life…

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After the broadcast was over I went into Sals studio to pick up his coffee mug for a refill…and was delighted to see a very interesting image in his coffee grains and stains:

Uluru!! sitting right there in the centre of the mug looking just like a coffee painting…the mug mirroring the images I had been talking about a half an hour before. The white ‘sky’ space around the coffee-grain Uluru is very similar to the shape of Australia.

One of our discussions in the Dalai Lama thread had been in response to the comment his Holiness made regarding the importance of traditional Indigenous Cultures retaining Identity.
Here in Oz, the image of Uluru is a powerful symbol of the Dreamtime, traditional Aboriginal land and ancient culture so I was tickled-Ochre to see how my observation of the coffee cup and responding with great feeling to the Indigenous culture commentary morphed into one gorgeous Mirrorcle yet again!!

But wait! There is more…..

There was also discussion and appreciation made over how, through the internet, we can be somewhere as it is happening and feel the vibrations as clearly as if we were there physically. So I guess it is not surprising that the latest radio program pod cast of “Bush Telegraph”, which I downloaded at random onto my I-pod for a post-Maui walk, was about 3,000 rural women from across the globe who are meeting in Africa for a world conference and how some of the Australian women who are not able to be there in person are attending via a sophisticated video-broadcast system that enables them to be seen and heard, to participate in planning sessions, deliver papers and network from their own homes in another country.

Having just returned from Maui and my front row seat with the Dalai Lama I was just SO right there with the woman from rural Victoria who was talking about their appreciation of the technology that is so state of the art it automatically swtiches between videos to who ever was talking or answering a question.

Coffee cups and sacred rocks, Cyber-conferencing and workshops…sigh….what an amazing time to be alive!

*You can see an image of Uluru in my blog here: ….What do The Secret and Uluru have in common?

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Moogey ~ Ngarrindjeri Nation

Posted by carolom on April 22, 2007

This is a small and very heartfelt photographic tribute to a man who I have come to love and admire greatly over the last few years.

Moogey works tirlessly for justice, cultural renewal and healing here in South Australia. He is a member of the global archaelogical society and responsible for returning the remains of the Ancestors whose graves were robbed and bones shipped to museums across the globe….

His traditional land, like all Aboriginal Land in Australia , was invaded and stolen during settlement and for many years the Ngarrindjeri people have been dispossessed of the Land which was in their custodianship for thousands of years.

With his Talkinjeri dance group Moogey and his family perform many of the ceremonies and cultural events around the state and overseas.

These photos, taken over the last few days, depict the scope and range of Moogeys calling.

The first photo was taken on the Coorong…Moogey’s ancestoral land.
We filmed there this week as part of the oral history recording of Ngarrindjeri culture…

Moogey is demonstrating how this grass-spear is used for antiseptic healing:

This is the bush that, when dried, is used in the smoking cermonies:

Video and audio recording with an Archaelogist who was able to share his research based knowledge of Ngarrindjeri culture with Moogey and in doing so, triggered some of the forgotten memories he had of hunting and fishing along the Coorong as a small child…

Today members of the first Nations gathered to on the steps of parliament house to commiserate the absence of Aboriginal representation in South Australian parliament.
A letter is to be presented to parliament and prior to handing over of the letter, Moogey performed the smoking ceremony:

Community worker, Elder, cultural consultant, performer, ambassador, healer and talking circle-facilitator….Moogey is all of these things… He is also a Husband, Father and Family Man ….and Grandfather to his gorgeous little “Mimini”….

You can learn more about the Ngarrindjeri nation by clicking here….

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The Sha’manic. The Manic. And the Mists of Madness in between…

Posted by carolom on April 21, 2007

*This piece is shared here for my friend on the Lonsdale Street Tram who has asked many questions over the years about my view on “Energy Management” and why I think that energetic and Emotional Mastery of the often chaotic forces within is such an important part of our journey to reaching our fullest potential.

For a number of years I had several highly creative, highly emotional, charismatic people in my close inner circle. Some have remained and others have taken a different path.
During one particularly chaotic year three of my friends were diagnosed as having bi-polar (manic depression)..a state that highly creative, often emotionally unresolved people experience as the sharp side of the brilliant Sword of creativity and a highly imaginative Mind.
I have never experienced that place myself, though the mirrors of my relationships reflected back the choas that often accompanies the highly creative state and I sometimes had a “there but for the grace of god go I” perspective.

These days, unswayed, uncharmed and unconvinced by the hyper-energetic excitations of another’s “wow”, I am ever mindful that once sleeplessness begins, it is often followed by a gloriously seductive technicolour dream that is merely a nightmare awaiting to enter centre stage..

I read and researched widely during that chaotic time and have no doubt that much of the entertainment, paintings, movies, stories and ideas we enjoy collectively were birthed within and as a result of the hyper-manic realms and from the depressed and darkened place that most often follows.

Those books I bought are now boxed away and happily removed from my everyday life but I remember what I have learnt and am Thankful for the lessons though I have no need to return to that place of learning ever again..
Through those many journeys that I walked with friends and family and in my work in the areas of homelessness and welfare, I came to realise that there is a “Mist” of ‘madness in this realm of “mania” / hyper-mania, bi-polarities and chaos.
One of my friends ( we were Thelma and Louise in our teens) finally realised how seasonal her manic-eruptions were, that was the beginning to transcending the chaos that visited her every winter for several years.

It is not a ‘line’ that one crosses from ‘sane’ to ‘crazy’…it can begin with a little thought here or an odd reaction there droplet by droplet like when we begin to enter a fog that we can see in the distance and suddenly realise the fog has consumed us and we can no longer see a single foot in front of us.

What is ‘crazy’ anyway?
The Shaman and time travellers of Indigenous ways of old – and not so old – required the altered state to access their gifts and the Other Realm.
Our mental health system is one based on pathology and sickness not the Mythological state and individual giftedness, which is often defined by those ‘manic’ currents and imPulses.
Our visionaries, shaman, mystics and time travellers are most often sedated, mislablled, interned and squashed by medical practitioners and therapsits who are themselves uninitiated into those higher, precarious realms.

There was a time in my life when the seemingly Shamanic erupted into the Manic so brilliantly and outrageously that I barely had time to grab my floaties and goggles before the tsunami of a thousand volts of creative and chaotic currents crashed down upon my world and swept me to the outer realms of the human Mind…

At the time I referred to the “Demon” who entered our home and whilst I may not use that term today …I am not so sure I would not still refer to the Demonstration of such chaos with anything less than dislike and take great care in its unpredictable presence.

 

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The Mists of Madness…
A semi-fictional Story remembering all of those who I walked with upon that crazy path over 10 years ago…

Remember how much I used to hate your snoring? Well I’ve never told you this but sometimes I welcomed the raucous rumbling with delight! I would prop myself up on one arm and smile as I watched you sleep. I’d stroke your hair and pull the sheets over your shoulders, serenity in the beauty of our Love.

It was at those times that I welcomed your snoring like a reliable old friend.
You see I had come to understand that you never snored when the demon was nearby.
Your snoring told me that you were resting deeply and your mind was not stinging with the relentless attack of whirlwind thoughts, paranoia and tormented thinking.
The raucous racket of your snoring told me that we were in for a peaceful night.

We laughed that time I video taped your snores as they went from a quiet hum to a hullabaloo. After that you didn’t doubt me when I said I had to leave the room in order to sleep. You even looked a little embarrassed that such an undignified racket was beyond your control.
We were both convinced that you had gifts from God and we were in agreement that much was expected from one to whom much had been given!
Snoring was outside of this dignified realm.

I knew that when the demon was nearby you would not sleep. You would be pacing the floor, bouncing up and down on a crazy see sore of euphoria and tragedy.
You might wake me up with that crazy secretive look that alluded to mysterious knowledge of far away thing – no time for sleeping, no time for eating and no time…absolutely no time… for me..

In fact unbeknownst to me I may have turned into the enemy whilst I was sleeping. That took some adjusting to!

When the demon was in our house you would watch me sideways, seeking out the signs that would confirm to you I was now foe and not friend..

I was a cryptic enemy to be decoded
When the demon was in our house even our animals were plotting against your Divine purpose and none of us were to be trusted.
Except our beautiful dog who walked tirelessly by your side.
When she panted with thirst you no longer saw the need in her eyes…all you saw were the things you thought were true.
Even when they weren’t.

When the demon wasn’t in our house I tread carefully lest it be merely slumbering and ready to pounce at us from behind the madness veil.

Although the demon spoke to you, spoke with you and saw through you …it was not you who stood before me…you had disappeared in the mists of time.
Where did my snoring, contented mate go when the monster was here?
The moments of brilliance and knowledge twisted in a frenzy of certainty and not.
When did they merge to become one big knot until your thinking confused you and your thoughts were like rattle snakes stinging wild monkeys in the prison of your mind?

Sometimes I found myself drawn into your swirling, twirling mists of madness.
It was easier to pretend the bizarre to be true, than to plunge into my heart break alone.
Then I would cry and beg you to come back, rest, sleep, slow down.
Return to me and the world we will never again share.
You looked at me with brash confidence.
Your new world was far superior to mine.
You said my tears were cleverly plotted to draw you in…you weren’t to be fooled by the hysterics of one such as me!
I lay there sobbing and watched the tears turn deep velvet red.
My heart had split open, broken on the bed.

You were euphoric in your mania, swinging recklessly through unexplored terrain.
You invited me to join you, oblivious to my pain.
When the demon was in our house there were messages in unseen things.
Sometimes we had to go to the bathroom to speak lest the enemies were listening through wires thread through neighborhood yards.

Your look suggested I was your co-conspirator but I misread you, I was so pathetically happy to be on your side again that I joined you in whispered secrets made safe by a running hot, noisy shower.
Whatever it takes!
And it took my peace of mind.
Puffed up with bravado and conviction you were ready to confront those spies who were cleverly hidden in a neighbor’s disguise.
You had begun to burn things and you abandoned objects in the street.
The mists of madness now consumed you in a swirling, fog in your head.
Not even the incense could rid our sacred scarred home from the acrid odor of fear and dread.

I called you and I called you ….“Please come back, don’t leave me here. .. don’t let them take you away”.
……and when I realised you were no longer with me I yelled at that demon to return you to me.
I thought it was too late, you had gone but then I saw a glimmer of you in your eyes.

Teary, weary, fearful eyes, I grabbed your hand and brought you home. You only stayed for a minute or two.

Your body quivered and shook from the tremendous bolts of energy that charged forth from the darkness and wrapped you in tentacle embrace.

There was fear and euphoria, confusion upon your face.
Electrical currents surged through the once peaceful, reflective place.

The demon barged into our scared home and wouldn’t leave
…so I had to call the police and have them take you both away.
I no longer had a choice.

And you looked at me with a little smile that said… “See, I knew I was right…you were plotting against me”.

And I stood there and I shattered before my own eyes and bled into tomorrow.
Much was lost and too little was gained when our home was invaded by the demon from the unrequited past.

Grandiose certainty lay shattered and smashed in the debris of our life.
The demon mocked all that we once believed in.
We were once so confident about tomorrow…but were left with shattered yesterdays.

Forever in my heart you will remain
and I close the door on that place knowing that
we all learnt was needed
for where we were
at that Time….

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Finding our Sacred, Peaceful Pathway….spending time in Nature enables us to Breathe once again…

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The controversy generated by Imus- hmm…same word as ‘I’m-Us’!

Posted by carolom on April 18, 2007

The Oprah Winfrey forums are bubbling and steaming with responses after the viewing of the show that came about as a result of the Imus comments…which I actually do not know the exact nature of other than they were inflammatory and divisive…and a catalyst which is the most valuable aspect of any overtly racist / derogatory controversies.

I run Art based self empowerment programs based on the Mandorla, that almond shape created when two circles meet.
The Mandorla reminds us that we are all One & as human beings we are intimately exchanging one another on the breath. Separation is merely an illusion created by the outer constructions of how we have developed societies & class /cultural divides.

Here on Soul School Earth we are evolving & maturing on an individual & collective level & there are many ways we get to get the Lessons and the B’Lessons.

The drive for connection & authenticity & the drive for power & control will always generate oppositional {{{currents}}} that determine our {{{current}}} circumstances.

The American Government long ago identifed itself to be the “Super Power” here on Earth & as the only true Super Power in the Universe is
LOVE, it is not surprising that America is currently taking a deeply introspective look at many of the values & beliefs & behaviours that have not only shaped the hearts & minds of past generations, but are the soul-food for the {{{current}} generation of children.

One day I just know that EVERYone will understand the message & power of the Mandorla click here.
The Mandorla is the place that is created where two circles cross over and where our circles do not meet, that is th eplace where we learn fomr one anothers story.

In the meantime as we continue our collective and individual journey of enlightenment, we are collectively like unruly adolescents, messing up our personal space (polluting Mother Earth), fighting one another (school yard bullying & violence), calling one another names, not clearing up our mess, blaming the OTHER person..

Energy can not be destroyed & the emotional energies of hatred & racism will always swell & expose the current module needing attention
& development in the soul School curriculum.

The wonderful thing is that for RACISM to shift to ‘CARISM’, we only
need to make a slight adjustment…..move the C…to “C” things a little differently.

LOVE is the answer

FORGIVENESS is the key

WISDOM is the doorway and

….The path we are ALL on is our collective recovery from “Who I AM~AMnesia” back to the place where we are all One.

So many of us are the “Magical Child in Exile’ and if you Click Here it will lead you to a story about what happened to to the Magical Child…black /white /male/ female…

This is all about us returning to Love.

Will it take a Miracle? yes!

MIRACLE
RECLAIM
MIRACLE
RECLAIM

Same letters, same word from a different view…..therefore we just need to RECLAIM LOVE and remember our Connection to one another… for the MIRACLEs…the Mirrorcles…to appear.

It is all unfolding exactly as it should here in the class rooms of Soul School Earth and we are moving into some very serious modules of wisdom, maturity and mastery as these ‘controversies’ unfold.

Lets get people CREATING together!

Let’s get Creative !! -Click here to see one way of sharing creatively inspiring time….

Let’s Draw and Draw in our New Vision…

UNITY IN COMMUNITY
I created these posters because sometimes we just need to picture it!

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This is a real photo..with REAL Men!!

Posted by carolom on April 14, 2007

Once a month I go to a country town to run a workshop and part of the enjoyment of the trip is staying in an on site cabin in a tourist park by the river. As I left to go to the group yesterday a never-before-scene strolled past me.

4 men pushing 4 strollers (one of them a two-cherub chariot) brimming with babies with two or three toddlers on bikes in front of them.

This took ‘2 men and a baby ” to a whole new level!

Back in the park were four wives enjoying non-Mum time whilst their Ideal Husbands headed off to town for a morning of strolling with strollers and no doubt receiving the applause and woo-hoo’s of other women who, like me, let them know they just made my day!!

I just had to get photographic evidence of this unusual event that shows what became of those much sought after S.N.A.G.S. of the 90’s…

Those spiritual new age guys became the fruits of the mens-liberation movement that went largely unnoticed until recent times….

These guys have a top view of Involved in Fatherhood and still manage to still have a great bottom view too….;)

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A New Batch of Warrior Women…Strong Mind and Peaceful Heart

Posted by carolom on April 7, 2007

Each week in my ART of Change ~ Law of AttrACTION program we make a piece of Art /Craft the embodies that weeks discussion…

As an artist and life coach I place a great deal of importance on the visual /auditory AND kinestic process of learning – Seeing, Hearing and Doing- CREATING …the way we learnt as young children in a visually rich, imaginative and engaging environment works for adults in ways that sitting passively with a white board and speaker does not engage with all of the preferred learning styles….

e.g. When looking at the “Poverty to Prosperity Consciousness” week we make a ProsperiTree:
Click here to view…

When embarking on the journey to call on the “Warrior Woman Within” we create her as we discuss who She is…
They are made from a basic black and white template…

These are some of the new flock of Warrior Women that were birthed in a domestic violence outreach group that I had the privilege of facilitating over 5 weeks….

The headress symbolises the importance of developing Strong Thoughts forms and controlled Thinking
The Heart is the importance of connecting with Feelings but not solely driven by emotional responses to the world
And the wings demonstrate that when we are centred and balanced and understand the Power we have to create our Reality….we can fly like \never before…..

My wonderfully-creative Mother even made a couple of Warrior Women of her own…they now travel to workshops with me and inspire others with their creative gorgeousness….
You can see her with them here…….

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Life is a Miracle!~ Beautiful Song to Listen to for Easter…

Posted by carolom on April 6, 2007

Happy Easter and time of rebirth and renewal everyone…
Please enjoy one of my very favourite songs by Pato Banton:

Click on “Life is a Miracle” on the player here:
Pato Bantons My Space

Life Is A Miracle

Pato Banton
Artist: Pato Banton Lyrics

In the beginning was the word
and the word was with God.
And God said: “Let there be life”.

Life, oh life! Life is a miracle.

It’s a miracle every time a mother gives birth
tell me who can say how much a child is worth.
A miracle living on this planet earth
rotating to the rhythm of the universe.
Life!
More precious than the rarest stone
more valuable than silver or gold.
Life!
The essence is invisible
to the scientific mind it’s impossible.
Like the secret of the seed that grows into a tree
the starry galaxies remain a mystery.
Oceans and the seas the air we breathe.
God knows that I believe…
Life is a miracle.

As I turn one page of our history
I see so many great personalities.
Like Marcus Mosiah Garvey
Emperor Selassie
And the great Bob Marley.
Malcom X with any means necesary
Martin Luther marching to victory.
Mother Theresa
Princess Diana
Even Tupac Shakur
And the one Daddy Biggie.
Well they will always have a place in our memories.
And in time to come you wait and see
They will all get the gift of eternity.
God knows that I believe…
Life is a miracle.

Our heavenly father who art in paradise
We thank you Jah for the gift of life.
And though this world is filled with trouble and strife
In time to come it will be worth the price.
Life!
The journey of experience
By growing we secure our deliverance.
Life!
The phenomenon the prodigy
The marvel of an undiscovered destiny.
So let’s give thanks to our father above
For all of the wonderful things that he does.
Life is the ultimate gift of love.
God knows that I believe… Yes I do.
Life is a miracle. It’s true.

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Statue Comes to Life!!

Posted by carolom on April 2, 2007

I was given a cute little statue of three groovy cats a few years ago and it has sat on top of my fridge ever since.

As you can see the calico, marmalade and black and white cats are all set for a day in the sun.

Well something very strange happened last year when two little kittens appeared in my back yard…brother and sister they were remarkably similar to two of the Fridge Cats.
Well as they say in the stories…By and by…within a month a THIRD cat appeared, abandoned by the chaotic family who moved out without him……a black and white cat…who I called Billy (after William Shakespeare – Billy purred like a poet).

I was able to find him a home because fluffy purring Shakespearean cats are in high demand during non-kitten season…
The other two, Gabrielle and Raphael – Gabi and Ralphy….come and go in the yard.

As you can see by their photos….my statue came to life with amazing replication!….. and true to the Law of Attraction my warm feelings for cats combined with my statue that imprinted the images in my subconscious mind every time I opened the fridge…resulted in my statue coming to life with in a meeowsy-furry-purry way!

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