While the people are weeping, is not it rough to share my joyful experiences? In spite of the fact, I am hearty grateful to Asoka for the”terror granny” blog post http://www.aksworld.com/blog/2006/08/17/the-terrorist-granny/and the invitation to participate in the discussion.
Let me explain that more profoundly.I was greatly confused, yet THAT RECALLED the essentials, and I was healed so, renewed and inspired to forget my body’ autumn.
Terrorism isn’t an artistic fantasy, but the rough reality, and therefore there is no place to any apathy or scientific discussions about the good or bad taste. Increase in terrorism depicts a state of our current day and fills our lives with fear ad anger. It hides the sun in the darkest clouds and makes everything meaningless. Have a look. People strive to fortify the peace, to inhabit the truth worldwide, however, in spite of these generous desires the number of the innocent victims terrifying increases, and it seems that there isn’t any solution. This is the most fearful. Yet, can it be so indeed?
Worry lifts up the eyes to the heaven and the sacred scriptures start speaking, we discern God’s call amidst current turmoil and our humble response creates the miracles. We encounter babyish smiles of playing children in a state of ruin and stir to the depth. The horror gives back the place to the dawn. Faith in God is the one and only way to survive and have the life, the eternal life without any fear and full with eternal joy. Yet faith in God don’t mean looking exclusively to the heaven, but in the recognizing God’s Spirit indwelling in each of us, in recognizing the self in each other and addressing the former stranger as my dear brother in spirit. God’s love has nothing in common with the laziness or the social apathy. God’s word is our comforter, the healer and the flag as the ultimate goal of all humanity.
Terrorism provides us possibility to choose, to answer personally, who I am. Do I fight for my own understandings and cut the earth in opposing each other camps, or am I a God’s child, the fearless knight of the divine Love?
An end of the terrorism I see as the end of a flesh. We all will die one day and the corpse will witness the spiritual revival of the faithful then. However, there isn’t any need to wait for that. In Jesus name we can be reborn just now and for ever.
Terrorism is the evil that might be defeated spiritually. The terrorism doesn’t fear any other weapons, but otherwise. It rejoices at the music of the guns.
A story of the fine arts is the story of the Love.
What is the love? While saying I love you, I may have in a mind either a simple sex or the glorious brotherhood, yet the love may be and divine, the agape.
Thus while looking at a picture we inescapably ask ourselves, what is that?
The artistry is on the level with the purity.
The newspapers report what bother us all, but the papers didn’t multiply the complaints . The writers just put our longings on a paper and thus portray our problems. So I’m reading about the love, success and peace and there is no wonder that I love the fairy tales.
When I welcome the strangers, the real miracles happen then . The prior foreigners become the friends.
Only few risk to claim having the keys to the instant and lasting success, yet there is no need to regret. “Thnak you” is a centuries-old idea, the wand that never disappoints. All we need to do is show more respect to our grandparents and lessen a bit our passion to gather the autographs of the famous of this world.
In spite of that I deeply respect and even personally know a lot of self-help gurus, I haven’t doubted a second that your simple “Hi” has no less power than the wholw modern army.
Scientists explain what is wahat, yet the smiles heals that. That looks super-simple, yet it remains the greatest mystery till we personally stumble and hurt ourselves by striving to look incredible wise and successful. However, when the stranger’s “Hi” helps us to stand up, pur bold heads start sharing the memoirs.
I would feel happy in case my colors and writings would bring you some comfort. Let’s say “Hi” to each other just because we are.
I just have red “British Art Experts Says Australian van Gogh a Fake” and I looked at the well known face.
Maybe, it is so indeed. However, my dearest, does that matter though some?
Is not our reasoning the typical fabrication?
We all know that Vincent had sold anything during his life, yet he didnt stop, because he was led by the Spirit that we even didn’t bother to mention now because we sense ourselves too involved in evaluating the authentic of the signature.
Does worshiping of our handworks reflect the respect of the artists?
No. I am deeply convinced that the real respect lies in the continuation of the dreams of our heroes. I am in awe not towards the prices of famous auctions, but in continuation of the walk in faith of our heroes and in recognizing the self in their dreams.
I just have red “British Art Experts Say Australian van Gogh a Fake”
What we are talking about? Are we talking about the artworks (the canvases), or about the recognition of the self in the eyes of each other?
What is the art? Is not the artist the secular priest?
In spite my own works has nothing in common with Vincent van Gogh, yet he is my hero. I work in absolutely different manner, but sense the same spiritual fire and the burning longing of Vincent to build the house for all the artists, but not for the victory in the meaningless and needless disputes of honorable art experts.
The Fine Arts associates with something glorious
It would be even ridiculous to compare the artwork with a pariah-dog. However, I would be a liar if I would say that I enjoy my paintings more than long walking hours with my dog. Love’s smell is unrepeatable and the most precious creation.