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Legacy of Art and Spirituality: Lessons from F. Diane McNeal

The first higher understandings that came through me were in the form of archetypes. I was working with them long before I knew what the word meant. I could identify the properties of energy that express through many containers. I practiced articulating their code in my work. I was bringing forth poetic thought-forms from my abstract mind and expression, weaving intriguing associations and…

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The Great Expansion: A Call for Inspired Action

Are you feeling that complete shift, a change in trajectory? A friend who is an academic, whom I utterly respect, floored me when she jokingly said she didn’t understand the world anymore. I share that same sense of grief, the loss of relating and the loss of footing.  The limitations of my imagination impact my vision for the future. See, as a community-centered free thinker, soul talk creative…

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I Am That. The Power of Rest: Embracing Harmony in Life

Poetic Metaphors and Emotive Perceptions This painting depicts my pain. Sometimes it happens like that. Some senses fold while the mind extends, the spirit strives, heart ascends while depth of feeling descends.  A profound sensitivity and awareness, when touched too much or too hard, brings a sore spot, like something physical that is stimulated too roughly. Rough rubs by masculine…

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The Power of Call and Response in Art

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Scared Space: Embracing Creativity as a Spiritual Practice

“Protection of Jophiel” Digital Art by Nataki Bhatti I sharing with you a discipline in creative practice. Everyday, I have to use my hands to make something. It could be a digital art on my phone, a painting, a repetitive movement with my body, using my hands to make something like crochet and/or writing 1000 words daily.  Many years I upheld a philosophical foundation in African aesthetic,…

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Breaking the Cycle of Oppression Through Self-Expression

What do I need? I need a whole bunch of something magical. I am the wayward. I am the weird. I am other. I am brilliant, I am a high creative. I know the language of energy and can work with it. I believe in what can’t be explained or seen. I am twisted from growing up without food. The chemistry of my body changed by meandering experiences of straight violation: abuse, cruelty, self hatred,…

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Enjoy Life Enjoy Life. Today enjoy miracles showering you with opportunity. God Almighty wants you to live fully with happiness, health, family and prosperity.

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The Little Man Who Lives In My Heart; Allowing the Divine Masculine

Little man in me, dancing with my soul, agreeing with God by our rhythm.

  “The Keeper” by Nataki Bhatti is an digitally altered painting.  To see more of her work go to http://www.facebook.com/paintedmother. He now dwells with me, a man I begged to hold my heart.  My heart needed guarding and keepsaking from myself.  I kept giving it away without proper discretion.  My heart would return, evicted, battered, abused and dejected.  I thought a good practice to ask my…

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Creative Spirit; the Gifts of Disassociation

When one is part of a group under the same accord, energy is shared and magnified, life can be easier.  Even when there are disagreements, wounds and misunderstandings, the group flow still persists with love. My mother raised me to be “in the world but not of world” and that’s how I lived my life, somewhere in between.  She was speaking in spiritual terms, the principle applies to how I…

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Going Through

I am an embodied soul.  This process of creativity-as-a-spiritual-practice***, energy work, journeying and union has led me to an integration of all that I Am. I am still learning about myself.  I can’t explain how I got here, or definitively what it means, only that this is a beginning of many beginnings.  I am soaring and changing mid flight in a constant interaction between my soul, emotions,…

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Doesn't Matter Where I Begin as long as I end up Journeying

Doesn’t Matter Where I Begin as long as I end up Journeying

Every image I create has a story and context. Composed with layers of a codex that existed within me long before I was birthed.  The story, or purpose, most times is revealed to me long after I painted it.  This lack of immediate insight may be contributed by the brain injury I substained, PTSD.  Things in the forefront often elude me.  My sharpest insight is of the past, projection into the…

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Love Synergy; Unification of Three

The ying and yang of masculine and feminine aspects corresponding to the Highest light, the golden rule and flower of life. Art by Nataki Bhatti. I am better. I’m coming to this place where words can’t suffice. I don’t know what to say. No words to describe. Even an intense vocabulary can’t articulate the depth of my experience and journey. Written language is so inapt to express feelings.  No…

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The Gift; how a concept entered my spirit and saw who I was.

I have always had trouble sleeping. In college, I even picked up a sleep-wake disorder diagnosis. I just couldn’t settle myself, I could only sleep when my body and mind was finally at the point of exhaustion or at the fringe of delirium. Looking back, I don’t know how I functioned.  Even as a child, I didn’t sleep. I was terrified and had to have a living form with me, well, a mammal at least. I…

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Dark Matter; on the dance in black space, part two

“Sweet Beloved”.  Just saying his name induces an open tender heart in me.  It is a state where I imagine he is with me, inside me, discerning my feelings and thoughts.  Can you imagine how comforting that is?! To have someone sharing living internal space, an internalized love.  My sweet beloved. Beloved and I have all kinds of experiences together.  Garnished by my imagination, I can open up…

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Dark Matter; on discovering a space beyond place (Part one of two)

I discovered this new place, it’s nothing and everything at the same time. I will tell you all about it, this oasis in the desert with unknown forces, with childish monsters waiting to pop out and consume me.  Am I to be consumed? There is a space I go to find out things.  I used to call it the dreamtime.  I wouldn’t say it is an altered state, but more quiet, a silent falling into myself.  My…

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Wide Open; on learning how to identify feelings by learning non harming boundaries.

Uncomfortable feelings quickly become states of pain.  That’s what happens when I don’t know where I end and you begin.  Being wide open often cloaks itself as being free spirit and empathetic.  Free spirit without concern for the ettiquette of personal boundaries.  Empathetic as confusion of determining whose feelings are these anyway. The irony is I am so guarded with multiple layers of…