Prayers for Japan, and all of us by connection

Please send your prayers of love and gratitude to water at the nuclear plants in Fukushima, Japan.


By the massive earthquakes of Magnitude 9 and surreal massive tsunamis, more than 10,000 people are still missing, even now. It has been 16 days already since the disaster happened. What makes it worse is that water at the reactors of Fukushima Nuclear Plants started to leak, and it’s contaminating the ocean, air and water molecule of surrounding areas.


Human wisdom has not been able to do much to solve the problem, but we are only trying to cool down the anger of radioactive materials in the reactors by discharging water to them.
Is there really nothing else to do?


I think there is. During over twenty year research of hado measuring and water crystal photographic technology, I have been witnessing that water can turn positive when it receives pure vibration of human prayer no matter how far away it is.


Energy formula of Albert Einstein, E=MC2 really means that Energy = number of people and the square of people’s consciousness.


Now is the time to understand the true meaning. Let us all join the prayer ceremony as fellow citizens of the planet earth. I would like to ask all people, not just in Japan, but all around the world to please help us to find a way out the crisis of this planet!!


The Prayer procedure is as follows.


Name of ceremony:
"Let’s send our thoughts of love and gratitude to all water in the nuclear plants in Fukushima"
Day and Time:

March 31st, 2011 (Thursday)
12:00 noon in each time zone


Please say the following phrase:

“The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant, we are sorry to make you suffer. Please forgive us. We thank you, and we love you.”
Please say it aloud or in your mind. Repeat it three times as you put your hands together in a prayer position. Please offer your sincere prayer.


Thank you very much from my heart.


With love and gratitude,
Masaru Emoto
http://www.masaru-emoto.net/english/e_ome_urgentmessage0316.html

Not for the gentle of heart

Please, exercise caution with the accompanying photos this evening.  They are quite graphic. If you are a delicate vegetarian, don't go any further.

Duck Soup

It was a day of adrenaline rushes like I haven't experienced in quite a while and I surprised myself.  R and I spent the day in the Florida wilderness, a place she has spent many a day and a place I am rapidly growing an addiction to myself.  Each time we go we stumble upon something fiercely beautiful, but today we encountered an experience the likes of which I hadn't imagined ever being witness to.  

The day began quietly, water like glass, sky blue as, well, sky, a beautiful morning.  The white pelicans were gorgeous, but elusive today.  So, we went in search of other subjects.  In our pursuit we pulled over to try to capture some shoots of a raccoon who was patrolling the water's edges, but he hid himself in the reeds and refused to pose.  His distraction though brought us to the ideal spot to photograph this creature.  

Please meet Stumpy, as we came to name him.

Stumpy had apparently just found lunch, a ring-necked duck, and was just beginning his repast when we encountered him. He was most cooperative with us and our cameras until the other tourists began to show up. 

        

He then decided to move to a quieter spot. So, we trailed him.  This happened three times.  Again, as long as it was just the two of us he was quite content to allow us to shot his dining experience.  He didn't have good manners though and played with his food for a couple of hours.  I shot over 800 shots of him and I'm sure R did so, or more.  

     

The images, now that I look at them, send shutters down my spine.  I find gators to be quite fear-inducing and don't normally go seeking them out.  At the time I wasn't the least bit scared, he did seem quite content with his mouth full and not interested in the two-leggeds some 10 feet away.  He appeared to be about 6 feet long himself, not huge at all, but then, not a baby either.  We didn't spend a great deal of time on the ground, after his first move, we chose to stay in the car and shoot.  It's a much more secure way to experience gators.

Life and death were right there, raw and uncensored. The coots swam around him and quacked happily ignoring the fate of their cousin. A water snake four times approached him and then thought better of it and turned away. The drama was quiet, brilliant and completely natural. 

My apologies if these photos offend anyone, but I did give you fair warning.  Please know that this was an experience that I will treasure and hold dear. It was near the end of our shoot that we finally noticed that Stumpy has a leg missing, hence his lovely name.  


A 3-legged gator, testament to the ferocity of life, and the persistence of the same.  What a gift from God today.


Peace,
B

Creative Storms

ELEMENTAL MARRIAGE

digital montage with photo and ipad drawing printed and collaged with mixed media

2011

This is what almost drove me off the cliff.  The storms have just begun. It will be on exhibit at The Art Gallery of Viera beginning Wednesday and through most of the month of February.


B

Awakening...

(Or just an indulgent, egotistical rant...)

Shhh...Silence is Golden

digital montage, mixed media/2011

I fell again today. 


I seem to be developing a talent for it.  My unconscious is apparently trying to shake me out of my comfortable life, my sweet, indulgent, cushy life.  Take this seriously or you will lose it.  I don't want to lose it, I've felt the repression of art and, it's a dangerous place to be, if that is your calling.  So, 61 years after the flame began, today I am allowing it to consume me, heart and soul.

No longer can I pretend to be an 'artist,' while secretly thinking myself not good enough.  My calling is ARTIST with all the obsessive craziness associated with it.  I am blowing off my obligations to the church, my family, and yes, myself, all for the sake of one piece of art.  One, not a bunch, just one.   I think this is a milestone and my work has taken me to a very different level of awareness and thinking.


This new dawning has been approaching me slowly, and it's appearance shouldn't surprise me one bit, but somehow I'm taken a bit unaware.  Perhaps my years of putting my creativity last have conditioned me to take such change with doubt.  Doubt won't do it this time; I have fallen off the cliff I have so carefully trod for a lifetime - flirting with art, and yet being a terribly responsible person because art isn't a responsible person's arena. 


My work, which isn't mine at all, will continue, but it, too, has undergone a tremendous upheaval.  There has been a shift in my methods, my eye, my presentation, my work habits.  There is yet another shift coming soon.  I am praying that this final one will allow me to settle into the channel of voyaging along the creative flow without the interruptions of method dispute.


This is an ongoing struggle but one that has taken a major leap today.  Today I fell, into myself.  Praise God.


Peace - B
(PS: Shhh...Silence is Golden is not the piece, although it had a strong part in this process.)

Yes we have no more tea...

Today I will whine a tiny bit. I drink tea, as those of you who know me so patiently are aware.  I drink organic Ceylon tea from a company on the other side of the country and today I am facing the fact that I have to give up this addiction and find another source for my tea.  Alas, shipping costs have gotten so high that it is now just as much to have it shipped as the tea is itself putting it in the rather overly expensive realm.


I will mourn the loss of my tea and am now on a hunt for a suitable substitute.  Oh, if only I had a reasonable source of Honduran coffee I might be comforted.  But then, no, there is no substitute for a glorious steaming cup of fresh tea to start my day.  Woe is me.

Perhaps God has some other glorious leaf in store for my mornings, or perhaps it is time for me to live a bit more simply. 


Peace,
B


(No, I will not submit to bags...)

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January 3

Round & Round, BLD 2010

I can completely understand my 5-year old grandson's out of control behavior when he has too much stimulation or change in routine; the New Year finds me feeling like I've spent the last 6 weeks in a blender trying to keep ahead of the blades - and the speed was set to puree.  Scrambled isn't even adequate. The look on the merry-go-round horse above pretty accurately reflects my state of I'm running as fast as I can - and I'm going in circles!


Another year looms lies ahead, I am trying to view it with gratitude and joy, but frankly I'm too tired to muster any emotion right now.  No resolutions, well, I do need to lose weight, seriously, but that isn't a resolution, it is a requirement. 


My soul is processing the entire season just past, holidays, a mission trip to Honduras, the death of a dear friend, and glorious time spent with my children and grandchildren.  It has been a melange of highs and lows, a mixture that has kicked up the speed on the blender to an unbearable pace – hence my fatigue. Creation is still my main calling, and I intend to continue on that path. For now I leave you with a photo of sunrise in the Smokies.


Peace,
Barbara

Sunrise in the Smokie Mountains, BLD 2010

Oh Where, Oh Where Have I Been?

I have been lost in the world of Advent preparation, chained to my sewing machine when I wasn't doing other art related projects. Here is the proof that I haven't been idling my time away with bonbons and TV. (Okay, an occasional bonbon)

May Advent find you watching and preparing. Blessings All, B