News September 2009

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Lightwork Productions

 

Lightwork Productions- the creative wing of Lightwork- is back in full swing this September.  One of the ongoing jobs at Lightwork is keeping an archive.  This month, archiving is continuing to be done with some of Lightwork's earlier spiritual video work, as well as photos taken over the summer.  The archives of video, class recordings, blogs, and photos serve as a great resource for Lightwork Productions.  Often one piece has several uses.  For example, Scott takes a photo, prints out a copy, and somebody buys it to hang in their home.  Perhaps the photo also appears on the Lightwork website in a blog or in the photography section.  Then perhaps, it is incorporated  into a video projection at Sacred Space, and the photo is included in a Lightwork book.  This same photo is saved in a digital format in an archival file, awaiting its next use.  As with all Lightwork Productions projects, the intention of the photo is one of spiritual integrity, and you can tune into this no matter what format the photo is in.

 

- Julia Thiessen

Lightwork Ecovillage

Summer Storm 1, Howe Sound, BC Canada 2009

Summer Storm 2, Howe Sound, BC Canada 2009

 

 

 

Summer Storm 3, Howe Sound, BC Canada 2009

 

 

 

Summer Storm 4, Howe Sound, BC Canada 2009

 

 

 

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The Sacred Circle of Life
 

Creating cells of reality

The sacred circle of life

Golden light poured into being

And bolts of Source transcend

Every moment of the cycle

Beginning, middle and end

Why

- An article by Scott Robinson

I opened the curtains and looked out.  It was winter in this northern West Coast city and, as usual, the sky was heavy, holding close to the earth with gray clouds.  Some people tell me this locked-in grayness made them feel claustrophobic and depressed, but for me, it felt like being enveloped in a loving embrace.

It was a time to turn inward, the winter.  It was a time to look within and see what was there.  The heavy clouds were spitting rain, but they were not really committing to either a full rainstorm or to stopping.  It was (just simply) the ever-present moisture that came from the sky this time of year.

I decided I wanted to go for my usual walk down to see the ocean.  As I walked, I touched into that familiar heaviness I felt.  It was sadness, but it wasn't a sadness that was overly depressing.  It was just the sadness that was always there.  In some ways, it felt comforting, much like the socked-in clouds of the city where I lived.  In my poetry I would call it the pleasure pain.

I watched my feet; one in front of the other, leaving those little trails in the wet cement as I wandered through the path that led down to the ocean.  I had walked many paths in my life, through nature and in many different lands.  This was the concrete path; sidewalks that led to the seawall planned by some wonderful urban designer which made living in a metropolis so much more pleasant.

When I got to the sea, it was flat and gray.  There was just a little movement, the water washing up and down the beach.  I put my hand down in the sand and waited for the ocean to wash up and touch it.  This was a little ritual of mine, my connection with the sea.  I thought about how the molecules of the water would touch each other, and as I touched the ocean, it would touch all those other places on the earth.  The ocean was so huge.  It reached out and touched Hawaii and China and all over.  There was a connection to the rest of the world.  I felt so part of it, and yet separate from it at the same time.  I felt I was in the world and alien to it.  It seemed that I was sort of spying on the activities of the human race.  I was always aware of aspects of reality that I didn't really know anything about.  At times, I thought that I was a little mad.  But I wasn't seriously concerned about it.  I was in a state of wonder.  I'd always ask myself, "Why?  What is it?" 

Even as a child I have memories of this heightened awareness.  I recall being in the grocery store and as a person walked in front of me I noticed they were leaving a trail behind them.  It was close to the ground, brownish/black in colour, and it was just like the residue a slug leaves when it moves across the forest floor.  It seemed so very, very obvious to me.  When the person passed in front of me, I stepped over their trail, not wanting to step right into it.  This made perfect sense to me.  I imagine, though, that it might have looked rather odd to anyone watching.

This increased level of awareness happened all the time.  Whenever I touched, for example, an object that, on an energy level, obviously held malicious intent, I would feel that intent or that energy on my hands and would want to get it off somehow.  This sense of knowingness or awareness wasn't overly concerning to me.  Again, I would just ask myself, "What is it?"  No one had ever told me about energy.  Nobody had ever explained these things to me.  As I grew into an adult my awarenesses would continue to grow, but without an understanding of what I was aware of.  So most of the time, I would just notice the energy around events and keep it to myself.

The one aspect of my thoughts that did torment me to some degree was the question of "Why?  What am I doing here?"  Everywhere I looked, it seemed kind of futile.  What was the point of being alive, living this life on this planet?  This thought went through my mind over and over and over again.  I needed to find out why.  I could not subdue this question with the comforts of life.  And it wasn't going to go away.  I needed to find out why.  I looked up to the sky and saw the several layers of grayness, varying shades.  I felt a few of the ever-present raindrops hit my face and asked again, "Why?"

I was 26 years old, and in the middle of art school, a four-year arts program.   At the same time I was getting my spiritual training.  I had found a place that did have answers, and I found all my spiritual awarenesses were very normal and common place to them.  The whys were starting to turn to understanding.  I had decided I would declare myself an artist because it seemed like it was another place where I could investigate the question of "why" within a context I loved. 

I loved art on so many levels.  I loved images.  I loved sound.  I loved music.  I had a natural ability to touch into these realities and play with them.  I loved beauty, and I had used a camera from an early age to try to capture some of the spectacular sights I saw around me on this strange planet.  I found all the aspects of life here beautiful, even the decay of buildings and plants, and their return to a non-manifest state.  It was as beautiful to me as birth, as spring, as the beginning of life.

I graduated from art school with honours and then I went out into the world and started creating art for a living.  I loved doing it, but what I discovered is there is so much ego involved in the art world, so much body-seniority.  The artists believed they were creating representations of themselves and their art works were their self-identity.  It became harder and harder for me to be in this world, with so much pain and ego setting the energy.  I did a lot of artwork with a very good friend of mine.  Our  intent was to "make it" in the art world.  I was an artist attempting to express spirituality through art, but I wasn't clear about what I was doing.  There was too much ego in the process.  I was grasping at spiritual concepts.  Putting out beautiful things but not clearly understanding what I was doing, and not truly doing it from a place of Spirit.

The friend I was working with died of cancer over a few years - melanoma.  It was an extremely painful process for him.  But from this experience I personally gained so much insight into the purpose of my journey.  I had been studying spirituality and doing deep healing work for 10 years by this time.  Shortly after he died, I quit doing art altogether.  I moved out of the city.  I let go of all the clientele that I had, I let go of the ego around art.  I let go of the art itself.  It no longer made sense to me to create these things if they were not coming from a place of pure Spirit.  I started teaching spirituality through meditation classes.  I taught for eight years before I started doing art again, and when I did start creating again, I was doing it from a new place.  Instead of an artist trying to grasp something spiritual, I was a spiritual teacher using art clearly as a vehicle to express the principles I care about and believe I am here to teach and express.

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