Место где Свет

Виноградова Ирина

Prayer is the experience of resurrection, it is rebirth, it is the birth of a new vision… it is a new dimension, it is a new way of looking at things, it is a new way of life. Not something that you do; but something that you become. This state of being has nothing to do with the words that you utter in a temple, a mosque, or a church. It is a silent dialogue with existence.

This is attunement with the universal, with the whole… to come into harmony with the whole is prayer. This experience is great and limitless, and no precision is possible in it. It is indefinable; any definition is disproportionately small. Any definition conveys some part, but only a part.

Prayer as a bridge between a question and an answer, between a disciple and a master, between a seeker and a sought-after, between the closest, the closest and the most distant highest, between desire and fulfillment.

…This feeling of immeasurable gratitude and appreciation. You have the opportunity to be here in this world, in all its beauty, with all its trees and rivers, mountains and stars. In this amazing beauty you live, you pulsate with life. You didn’t deserve this opportunity. You received it as a gift. Prayer gives thanks for this gift of life. Just to breathe is such a joy! just to open your eyes – and see the green leaves! – or the chirping of birds, or the sounds of running water, or the silence of the night in its velvet darkness… Or sunset, or morning dawn… we did not deserve this! We received all this as a gift, but did not even express gratitude. OSHO

Sense is a subtle phenomenon. It is like the scent of a flower. You cannot catch it, touch it with your hands, but it exists, can you catch it or not, can you put it in the safe or not. It still exists!

How do you identify music? If you start defining it, it will be destroyed. Then there will be only an organized set of sounds, no more… A certain kind of noise, organized in such a way that it no longer seems like noise. Soothing noise. Pleasing to the ear. Is that all? Is there really nothing else in music? No, there is more to music than notes; something more than a complete collection of notes.

If we take this question further… then what is poetry? Just a bunch of words in a specific order? Not. It is something that happens when words are in a certain order – but more than a certain word order. This is not grammar, this is not language – it is something transcendental; something brought to life by words. Words give a reason for poetry to happen.

And it’s the same in music. Instruments, notes, sounds serve to bring about silence – which is music. Music is between two sounds. Poetry is between two words; everything that is alive and meaningful is between the lines… Never in the lines themselves – always between the lines; you need to learn to read in between, in gaps, in pauses.

It is the same in the presented works.

There are pointsReference points and ellipsesAnd something magical in betweenHow easy it is to put a point on paperAnd how difficult it is to continue the line of life from points

An artist has to plunge into the multidimensionality and diversity of worlds in order to change himself, to help the observer of these works transform.

There are 3d pictures in which it is possible to see 3d figures, diffusing vision.

Here you have to scatter your attention, so that from between the lines”, the worlds can penetrate and change your point of view.

Enjoy your immersion in New Dimensions!

And the Creator created the Creationand created the Creation of the Creator of the CreatorsAnd there was darknessAnd there was LightAnd they became the tools of the CreatorAnd He took the darkness, like a penAnd filled it with Light, like paintsAnd He unfolded the Void, like a heavenly canvasAnd He put a point of referenceAnd He led the Line of Life…“I am a powerful fusion of Love and PowerI give LIGHT! I give the BLESSING!The past is goneThe future has not yet arrivedThere is only a point where the future meets the pastTime along the line of life flows from one pointOf the event to anotherKON is a sacred circle, and its center is a DOTAn octave of notes, six petals, and a torus tied shellThe beginning of all beginningsThe universe is infinityThe harmony of worlds and eternity revolves around himThere was NOTHINGMet with NEVERBecame SOMETHINGIT was not yet Father or MatterThey created in the image and likenessHe became a FatherHe had a SonAnd the Son created in the image and likenessAnd the Son became the FatherAnd he had a SonFather’s Father became GrandfatherAnd the Son of the Son became the GrandsonCreator of creators, Father of worldsPrayer keys no longer workAnd to unlock the door of dreamsFreedom is the missing thingAnd the mystery of symbols to comprehendSacred knowledge of the Human KindOur NATIVE language will revealThrough the unity of the letter and the syllable

Fertility

The human race has multipliedThey lived in harmony with nature,With comprehension of the subtle world structureThey followed the sacred path.Lows of the universe, of stars and planetsThe SPRING of Blessing shinesNATIVE SPIRITS looking into RealityTo the Gods from Rule Dimension to illuminate

Way

Out of NOTHING beyond infinityand nowhere until eternityThe power of light springs from darknessIllusions will melt, dreams will end

And there was a mistake

Creation of the world had the right to make a mistakeThe world cannot be changed without it

Man, humanity – each of us – to the best of his ability, create and change the Universe, continuing his Rod.

And there was creation

The Creator and nothing elseHe was everything – and nothing.

There was nothing outside of it, already due to the fact that there were no limits themselves.

SOMETHING has not yet become a creation.

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