Da Vinci
Battle

I dreamt the other night I was small and powerless, I was in a room full of people talking and my words could not be heard. I knew nothing I could say would convince anybody of anything, I was totally inadeqate, powerless and lost. I had this dream over two nights. Ever since I have felt disconnected from my energy and powerless.

My love is in Swansea. I've lost a part of myself and I am weaker for the loss.

Why the Da Vinci sketch, the skectch captures how I feel.

Peace & Love
posted by Jatinder at 7:51 AM

Da Vinci
Skull Study

I wanted a skull illustration. Thank to the wonders of the internet I found one by a genius 500 years dead. I have been thinking about one's voices. The little quiet voices we have in our heads which whisper away- all the people I have questioned about them say they are always negative. The worst approach we can take to them is to ignore them. They will only get louder. They need to be heard and by being louder in your head they will be. By giving them voice they then lose their potency.

It is an irony that by giving the voices power of expression they lose the power to control one's thoughts. Also these voices have something to teach about who we are, it is often interesting to follow what is behind them. A voice of mine that criticised my intelligence, when followed to its root ,was full of childhood memories of my father and sister criticising me. Seeing that vision gave me the insight I needed to overcome that voice.

The form of expression is a personal choice. Music, poetry, song, a conversation with a friend, a talk with a pillow. I prefer to write. I'm learning the guitar and hope that will also be a voice for me one day.

Often the experience has to be repeated many time to have affect. These voices are a form of hypnosis, a quiet continuous suggestion. Learning from them, give yourself you own quiet, continuous suggestions.


I will escape.

Namaste.

posted by Jatinder at 7:10 AM

Wheatfield with Crows, 1890
Oil on Canvas, 50.5 X 103 cm
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

What amazing bright colours. This painting has a childish edge to it. Some impressionists had an ambition to learn to paint as children do. I wonder if Van Gogh had that goal.

Mentally and physically exhausted. Just want to sleep.

It was my loves first day at university to day, my thoughts have been with her all day.

Dreamed I was powerless, I was in rooms full of people that had power over me and I was voiceless.

Not many word in me today.

More tomorrow.

Love, Peace and Happiness- especially to my love.
posted by Jatinder at 1:54 PM