Tag: art
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Aurora on the Sacred Mirroring Spiral
When Dawn Meets Longing Today, Aurora arrived for me in meditation—not as an abstract myth, but as a presence moving through my body and awareness. She appeared on what I call my Sacred Mirroring Spiral, that inner landscape where insight doesn’t arrive in straight lines, but in returns, reflections, and deepening recognition. If you’ve ever felt…
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Archetypal Stages of Spiritual Evolution
I’ve been reflecting on a message from Gregg Braden about the ancient scroll that speaks of the seven great battles between the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness. As I let the imagery move through me, I began to feel it weaving itself into the language of my own Living Attributes Codex. What…
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The Separate Self Is Not The Truth
One of the most fundamental teachings in Vedanta and in the awakened heart of Buddhism is this: all human suffering arises from the hallucination of a separate self. The separate self is the great untruth. It whispers of “I” and “mine,” erecting walls where none exist, and writing stories upon the infinite chapters of our…
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The Seven Sisters
Guardians of Benevolence Yesterday, as I sat with my canvas, I felt a quiet but insistent call — an invitation to paint with the intention of Benevolence. I didn’t know what would emerge; it was only that this piece needed to hold the vibration of love in its most generous and unconditional form. As the layers…
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Becoming Your Own Authority
Expression of Your Higher Purpose There is an energy beneath all things — the Unified Field, the divine intelligence that is connected to every star, every cell, every soul. It doesn’t choose sides or judge; it simply reflects and magnifies the frequency you are holding. What you embody becomes the vibration that the universe responds…
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Art is Life and Life is Art
The day I declared, “I am an artist,” I unknowingly did something that would unexpectedly open a gateway, not in the outside world, but deep within my inner landscape. That doorway gave my spirit, my imagination, and my heart permission to rise, to move, to express without apology. When I hear myself say, “My canvas…
ELIZABETH ELLAMES 