A mandala art story

I have been having opportunities to speak about my book of mandalas and poems that I recently published. And the telling of the stories of the mandalas has been fascinating. It seems people are interested in the backstories of some of the images, and the poetry.

Many of the mandalas do indeed have a story. Rich in symbolism and meaning. That is why mandalas are so beautiful and powerful to me. They are like a photograph, or a snapshot, that I have drawn, of something important. A message, or a scene. Their own revealing poetry. And though they are relevant broadly, they have a personal perspective, to the person creating it. Which is what I find so interesting.

And while my intention was that it lead the readers on their own journeys and perspectives personally without my own interpretive, it occurred to me that perhaps you might like to know some of the stories, occasionally, of the mandala drawings, and what they mean to me. So here, in short form, is one such story. Of how one of my mandala's found itself evolving after an event one evening...

In a tall corporate office building. I was busy handling client meetings.

On this one particular day I had a window. In my schedule. One I specifically put there. Because it was going to be monumental.

A foyer of that city super-scraper had a television. Running news all day.

On this one particular day I chose to view it. Standing. In front of the large screen. Watching. An amazing scene.

The Prime Minister of Australia had something important to say. And so did Parliament, on this one particular day.

One word.

One very important word.

Sorry.

History in the making.

Something extraordinary.

And I watched it.

With no-one beside me.

In that super busy office building.

Tears in my eyes. At what I was witnessing. My heart opening. With gratitude. For this restorative act and attitude.

That evening it emerged in a mandala scene. My inner plane, showing me, that event, and what it meant to me, meaningfully.

In that structured office building, with barely another person noticing, this amazing happening.

I, in my window, alone, heart beaming, loudly.

The mandala is now called Clearly Heart. And it has it's own poem that emerged separately later.

Both can be seen in my book Heart Art mandala'verse, now available in Australia. You can order it at your retailer or find more details here http://lovingpsyche.com/Products/Books/mandala-verse.html

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti

 

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Soulful Art

I attended the Hay House Author's Workshop in Sydney at the weekend. An exciting, energetic, and grounding event, of what it takes to be a writer and an author. Part of the formula they suggested is to be an avid reader. And to have a story to share that can be relevant to others. I listened to the shared stories of the life-changing books that are available, and the influence it is having on the lives of others. Their soul lights shining. A lovely selection and inspiring collection.

And I thought about my own reading life. And how I have selectively chosen books relevant to my own transition. And how we all move and change and work through each new reading and life phase.

Yesterday, I came across one of them. A book I once owned. M. Scott Peck's People of the Lie. I lent it to someone many years ago. It never came back. Long lost. Yet, at times, I yearned to have it. To revisit it. To read it and absorb it's message again. Curious about what peaked my interest in it.

And, of course, at the right time, a copy surfaced again. I had a look at it. Dipped into it. Found a passage or two that spoke to me in it. Closed it. And put it in a pile to give back away again.

That book. That moment when it was relevant. The life I led way back when. Has passed. No longer relevant. Just a curiosity of what I have been missing. Now gone. Irrelevant. Old element. Cleared away.

And I could completely let it go. With the exception of one important component...the statement

'God creates each soul differently, so that when all the mud is finally cleared away, His light will shine through it in a beautiful, colourful, totally new pattern. Keats described this world as 'the vale of soul-making'.'

It just so happens, that on that give away pile, is M. Scott Peck's first book, The Road Less Travelled, that I also removed from my shelf at the weekend. A pivotal book in the turning of my life, which led me into psychotherapy training. A book, for me, life changing. Leading me on a deeper spiritual path. Clearing the muddy puddles of my life.

The two books are back together again. Ready to move out.

And what has moved in? A pile of my own books. Somewhat different to the word depth books in which I was immersing myself. Featuring art and poetry. A simpler, deep, meaning. Colourful. New. Original. Heart Art.

New butterfly colours emerging. On a new road travelling. A new pattern revealing. On the true heart path.

May our soul patterns keep emerging like butterfly wings in the Sun as we each shine our divine true heart path life.

Details of my book now launching in Australia can be found at http://lovingpsyche.com/Products/Books/mandala-verse.html

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti


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Peaceful Sacred State

International Peace Day is coming up in September. Enormous planning is in the making for celebrating this most important date. It made me contemplate the lead up for each of us in creating a peaceful state.

And some valuable offerings have been available to prepare people for this event.

For the last two months I have participated in three sets of free on-line meditations. Deepak and Oprah completed the run, after a series with Osho, and Deva Premal and Miten prior to that. Three lots of 21 days. Each offering their own meditation practices, using mantra, teaching transmission, and reflective journaling options, on their mission, of enhancing the lives of many across the globe. Kind and generous offerings for exponentially lifting the collective vibration, and peacefulness, of humanity.

As a seasoned, and regular meditator, I appreciated the variety they offered.

My more formal meditation training began with the Buddhist tradition. And, since then, in wanting to deepen the philosophies and benefits, I have practiced many methods. Determining what works best for me at each chapter of my meditative maturing, and what fits into my life. Among the many options: receptive, guided, command based, mindfulness, body awareness, relaxation and energetic transference.

And silence.

The sweetest silence.

It is this silence, when entered, that has been the deepest, richest, and most sacred, treasure.

Walking through the door. Into the silence. And feeling the heart. And meeting the soul. And realising, that it's enormous. It is vastness. It is limitless. It's life completeness, and light essence. And nothing else is needed. It is really truly home.

And wanting to stay there.

Because it is so indescribably expansively peacefully blissfully ecstatically grand.

For those of you who have experienced it, it is seductively brilliant. Floating beyond all the cares and worries of the world.

Yet the soul has a role in trust, to be on sacred earth ground, enacting a purpose found, that brought it to earth. To be in the beautiful body and to do the work it came here for.

So you return. Because you know that you have found the door. And can visit anytime. And because you have a job to do in the practical world. Better for it, and creating it more regularly and readily for yourself and those you love, here on earth.

May we each find, and create, our meditative peaceful soulful state, embody it, bring it back to earth, and spread it all around.

And may International Peace Day be the grandest, deepest, richest yet, for spreading our most sacred state.

Much love

SaraSwati Shakti


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