We shall all come to know a ‘dark night’ of our souls. The path to esoterica illumination originates by the divine will of God as well as cooperation of the soul. Is there an Omega Point of God and human soul we may call thin places, and is this what Pierre Teilhard de Chardin was aspiring to illuminate? My positioning in direct relationship to this argument originates to when I was a young teen in the late sixties madly in love with Jesus Christ and His Blessed Mother. It was during this era I began to witness signs. The signs are not to be dwelt upon but a clear remembrance as to how one gets from point A to point B, and exclusively to the Omega Point, or theoretically these ‘thin places’ within the paradoxical dimension we live in. This thesis will demonstrate in lieu of experience imperatives to spiritual bliss, thin places, or the Omega Point relationally to our own lives. We are not required to live saintly lives to testify to the authenticity of witness to the phenomenon of a spiritual ecstasy. I believe it is possible to commune with God (on God’s own timing), through ignorance as opposed to a saintly life, but both are possible. This is what I purposefully intend to write about and to prove. God has created humanity to fellowship and commune with Himself. This is paradoxically a way of life for many people in Tibetan Buddhist communities, Christian monasteries, Sufism communities (especially among many women Sufis), Kabbalah and the Jewish communities, Native America Spirituality (Human Beings), and Hindu mystical communities, whereby all are called mystics.
There is a place I go inside my heart I call the ‘gateway’. The gateway is where thin places of heart and soul fuse and I believe is the Omega Point Jesuit Priest Pierre Teilhard de Chardin was in search of during his life within the cosmos and the geographical earth; thin places, where heaven and earth merge. These thin places are of heart and soul where the God of the Most – High communes with his children, earthly inhabitants who love Him through a reciprocal love of divinity and cooperation with His divine plan of salvation, and love for all mankind.
incarnational love amalgamates with the Resurrected Christ within the heart and
soul for two who are joined in body and heart, the soul delivers us from our unattended
egos to a heartfelt, purely, divine, spiritual ecstasy known only by few. This
is where heaven and earth shall meet; almost where the word incantation, a
Latin word meaning “to consecrate with charms or spells,” (Hirsch,
2014, p. 303),
only, I have been in a holy trance from the Omnipresent of God’s Divine will,
where, one may conceivably feel it to be a spell. I am not qualified to say yes
or no, but a narrator of my own life. Upon, the lifting of the mists of my own
ego shall I come to realize the imperative for love, but, enter reverently and
mystically into love.
I have discovered the mists from our own mind’s camouflages
our truths. These esoteric gateways have become lost by the arrogant thoughts
of men, and I do reiterate men because women rarely are concerned with the
cloudiness of chauvinistic thought. Women, as our Blessed Mother Mary through
her incarnational experience with the Holy Spirit demonstrated that by: (Donal H.
Calloway, 2005, p. 65),
“being taken into the mystery of the incarnation
she witnesses to the concreteness of Christ’s incarnation against rationalistic
and ideological tendencies.” [i]
Paul II asked women within the global society to “reconcile people with life.” To
John Paul II women and “motherhood involves a special communion with the
mystery of life, as it develops in the woman’s womb. The mother is filled with
wonder at this mystery of life and ‘understands’ with unique intuition what is
happening inside her. In the ‘light of the beginning’ the mother accepts and
loves as a person the child she is carrying in the womb. This new contact with
the new human being developing within her gives rise to an attitude towards
human beings not only towards her own child but every human being, which
profoundly marks the woman’s personality.” [ii]
For man, he should be aware the womb to be sacred as well as the gateway, thus, enter quietly, reverently, and mystically, and you shall rise to meet God’s glory and your bliss.
concerto begins as she lifts her bow and resting her stringed instrument gently
across her neck & shoulder. The notes begin slowly as one sweet note after
another in an even tempo. By her lead others slowly discover their own way into
the melody and create song within a beautiful harmony. No words are spoken. The
audience listens as each rising and lowering of the bow speak for itself. My
heart fills with enchantment. My ears hear the strings speak, each as if to say
draw me in. Draw me in further and further whereby my heart and soul shall follow.
Music thus created. Ecstasy begins to mount. She delivers as she promised in a
single yet repetitive refrain leading her spectators in a breathless momentum. Once
drawn, the orgiastic blend of melody reverberates this somewhat eluding and
esoteric mystery into a union of souls, collectively, into her own. As the sonata
melds to symphony a work of art has been created born of an evening for this masterpiece
to breed only of her own. Enchantment rises to its orgiastic moment of bliss. The
concerto now breathing within all hearts speaks only one word to compliment the
Yet the crowd speaks. Bring on the encore. But no reprise is within earshot. The
Violinist seeks only to soften the melody into the night of many wonders where
love was made…melding of note, and melody, and of refrain.
This is the basic editing look I desired. We are still OOF with the eyes. Next time will be better and precisely in focus. Overall, this is no professional look without perfect focus but we are getting there.
Sometimes, I simply frown when I can’t hit the mark on focusing on the nearest eye to the camera. Flash was great. Moved the Godox modifier close, then further away. The second silver reflector to the right of camera moved back about 6 foot from my model Judith C Evans. One thing I must admit, the 85mm 1.2 is so heavy I have to sit and rest my elbows on a small table. WE are going to shoot some more images later, today. Comments welcome good people.
I have learned to photograph sharper images and to calibrate for web or print:
keep my shutter speed at 1/125 or above but rarely release my shutter more than
1/200. My personal preference is to have a dark background and these shutter speeds
maintain the integrity of the work I aspire to create.
aperture presently with a single individual within the frame I have set for f/4.0
but can go a bit lower for more focus power or depth of field. The lower the f/no.
the more people or territory will be in focus.
single focus point is set in the menu under Autofocus (Nikon), at AF-S. For
faster shots use AF-C. I focus with the single focus point on the eye nearest
ISO I typically leave between 100-200.
= outdoors…settings, proper
for smaller or non-gamut monitors
RGB for calibrated, wide gamut monitors up to 30%
lab color space issues (I am always learning this topic), monitor calibration
is a must. In the photography business calibration is a must, especially when printing,
Measure of Peace to Live Within This Present Moment –
shadows lay at my heels ready to strike in an instant though for a moment have
held their peace.
the love remains within a charitable heart. I am here. You are here. Let us
come to know when to lay down our arms.
know I am nothing but a powdery dust crawling upon a rocky earth. Fear is in my
heart. My thoughts remain congested of a polluted world contaminated by the
ungodliness of our ways.
am in exile. This land remains unseen by flesh, or rock, or earth, and for any
kind of matter where I may lay, and rest, and be found, alive to all my senses,
where my teachers are not of this earth, but, within a very special bliss known
only by saints, mystics, and peoples of God.
bliss welcomes all but draws only the few. I hope you shall discover this place
of bliss, ecstasy, with a renewed sense of peace. I know I shall.
go here as red warriors swarm my essence. And, I recall the days of miracles
and I revisit the essence of awe.
overwhelms me in a land where voices are only heard in silence.
sleep in peace until the next visit.
this present moment converts my measure of peace into nothing more.
they will defile My secret place; For robbers shall enter it and defile it.”
steely knives meant to slice through the anger of the spoken word, vehement by
nature as on a cutting board of hardened bamboo and the severity of salt inflicted
upon these fleshly wounds? I remain tortured from the hidden bones of
yesteryears. These bones broken of sticks and stones where words continue to
traumatize me. Throughout all my sensitivities I lay dormant as a fish out of
water. The perpetuation of anger rises through this global community of
sacrifices known now by all mankind. I weep. I continue within my trail of
tears and fears throughout this valley of injury. Pain becomes a nightly visitor.
Days, too. I cry into the fiery dawn of burnt-orange skies and into the netherworld
of far-a-way dreams. Dreams that never were except through the damaged memories
of a child neglected by his peers. Vehemence you say? Violence, per se? well
the challenge of the day has been to survive the selfish and careless acts of others.
Yet, to be able to sludge onward despite their desolate means that slice
through the anger of the spoken word, shameful by nature, as on a cutting board
of hardened bamboo and the severity of salt inflicted upon these fleshly
it around Within my Own Mind:
must choose to live by our God and his timing, but this can be a difficult
thing. I know from this violent past the transformation is a beautiful thing. Initially,
as I begin to ponder, I know my thoughts that I think essentially are meant to
be nothing. My thoughts can only harm me when I judge others or myself. To lay
in judgement it seems is to judge my very essence of who I am. Judgement is a very
dangerous thing, and yet, the thought of it means nothing.
I fear, of also which is rivalry with God, and (futile), my hollow and empty
thoughts are pointless. A digging downward into an empty pit of nothingness
demonstrating a world of vanity. I become agitated by a world I recognize as
pointless and vain. However, the goodness of it all lay in the truth that has
been set before us. To engage in a world that we see as worthless confines us
to a rivalry, opposition, and perpetual struggle with God. As Jacob wrestled
with the angel we also, wrestle with God through our thoughts. These thoughts
are thus transformed into fear. Fear controls us. And then we become lost for everything
God created is good. Therefore, the fear we live with is a measure of our own
minds, and therefore, lay the enmity.
thoughts are a funny thing (not to be construed as humorous). Everything
witnessed by me shall be truth or illusion. I have come to know illusion rather
well. But this too is vain thinking. “Thoughts that are true create their
own likeness. Those that are false make theirs.” One point that hashelped facilitate healing has been I have been
determined to search out truth throughout a forty – year drought. For me, this is
the only way. Many truths I’ve experienced have enlightened me. Many illusions
I succumbed to destroyed me. All in all, the healing faith of the words ‘I
Believe’ has sustained me. Mercy has guided me. Once I became infused within
the depths of Mercy, I discovered more than I could share. As I began to write
spiritual dictations in poetics I learned. I was aware of more than I could
imagine. Faith healed me. Obedience set me upon a new path. I not only survived
but have thrived. God is Goodness himself. This I discovered to be truth. Any
thoughts aside from this truth is illusion and therefore does not exist for
illusion is not of God. God did not create an illusory world.
summation, I conclude belief in a God of Love and Mercy is all I require to
defeat all my fears, rampant and ruminating thoughts, actions, and a delusional
thought system. And, for me, this is what my life has rendered me: to desire to
know God on a personal and humanistic level demonstrating he is Real. Real
enough to reach out and hold onto my left shoulder to keep me from jumping over
the edge onto the face of razors. I made it through the storms. Thank and
praise God Almighty I made it through the storms. My hopes are that I have
helped someone escape the dangers of illusive thinking.
you require support, please call the Suicide Prevention Line at 1–800–273–8255.
Course in Miracles. Foundation for Inner Peace. Third Edition, 2007. Mill
Trauma is covert. Covert is hidden. Hidden can be Impossible to Detect.
Remaining weary, yet gaining a new strength, the time has arrived to defeat this demonic beast. My day of reckoning is near. Love must abide within the shadows of my heart. I sense momentum. What fears or nightmares steep within the subconscious that may come to rise to greet me in the depths of consciousness?
The incurable malady awaits its turn to speak. Speak it shall. A new dawn must arise. Christ be still. This world awaits your will.
Peace on earth, and in my thoughts. Goodwill towards men.