My developing of a goddess inspired psychic ability is for me hopefully a doorway by which to connect to my ancestors. That's my greatest wish in all this. Many things are there to be felt and known. For long my dreams have been a portal to such worlds, even my Caucasus ancestresses visiting me in this way. Jeremy now got my focus for creating historical photos, my gift for him. It was another thrill to see him in all different era's, rugged looking, fromn Vikings to the Wild West; so many good pictures there. A couple of other friends, Nitai and Stephen Marcus, have been experimenting with AI created pictures of themselves. Nitai made mention of their being much disapproval of this new trend. And then I got a comment online from a French woman, an emoji of crying, and an outright statement that this new technology is killing the artists. So it's a thing apparently to dish on this new technology. Likely artists were up in arms about the development of photography too. But what these technologies have done is to open up possibilities for the masses who never before had such priviledge. Only the rich and powerful had their portraits painted, their family memories to retain, until photography reached out to the masses. And could I ever have afforded artists to create such lovely portraits of my daughters - a definite no. There will always be a place for art. Everything changes, evolves. The new can become a tool of creativity, adding to the arts. The door has already opened; it's done. I really don't want to get lured into reactionary debates. There are still many around me who refuse to have televisions in their homes, for regarding them as bad, what to speak of constant issue with the internet and social media. This is the Age of Aquarius and technological innovations are very much a part of that. Rather than judging such inventions I am embracing them in my own creative ways. But so it is, always the will in others to argue and censor every step that is taken in life. It's exhausting, the constant noise of human minds and attitudes.
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![]() In the night I had one of those dream states along with a kind of wakefulness too. It was as if the ancestors were reaching out to me from way back, as before when I had dreamt of mothers from my matriarchal lineage. This dream was from long, long, long ago in early Judaic times, when Moses was trying to force the people to focus on just the one great male god. My people had come down from the mountains to serve the holy places, gilding with gold the holy cow that the people naturally were drawn to worship, just as they had with other sacred animals. For up to this time they were known with repute for their connection to the golden fleece. Sacred animals in those times were as gods, like in the Egypt of old and the India of today. This was so familiar to my people, which has led to my own love for animals today, and this is how I am all for respecting the cow which bestows her milk on us, who nourishes our children and our civilisations. The golden sheep of the mountains and the golden cow of the hills and plains. People had their spiritual bliss opened up and my ancestors played a part in it. This is how Ganesh the elephant god is so easy to love now, and back then it was the same. A considerable community of our people came to teach and nurture this instinct in others. But Moses turned on them and forced them out. Either they were slaughtered or exiled and this I couldn't quite see. AuthorSusie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees. Waking up, I'd been having some vision, which was that once, long, long ago, not in this lifetime, as a child, I was chained to a bear, in dirt and in fear, forced to be like that day and night. From this there is still in me a fear of bears. This was from the times of street performances with bears, when the owners roamed with them, making them dance to entertain villagers and townspeople. If this story really does reflect a past reality or is but a dream and a dream only, well, it's not that I even have any compulsion to believe in reincarnation, at least not in the ways it has so far been presented to us. As I lay in bed trying to understand the vision, a theory came to me. This theory makes some sense of my long interest in genealogy. The performing bear scenario may be, long, long ago, an experience of my own ancestors. But it would not even be a me and them separation going on, rather I am them, and they are me, eternal life being something that passes along families. The very life force I now experience is my gift from them and has its own individual expression. Each new person gets a blast of spirit identity in a totally fresh and unique way, other than which all that we have been is in there too. Eternal life is that which passes along families. When I envision an ancestral experience it is because this too was my life. From D'Auvergne Bane I have arty humanism. From beyond him maybe is a connection to India. In choir days I felt magic in the music of Georgia and the Caucasus long before I knew my female lineage was from there. Me, my forbears and my children have aligned familial journeys, in which our expressions will continue, even after my physical body has perished and my individual expression has evaporated. Acintya veda veda tattva in Hinduism expresses this, the one and the many. Really, all of us are family, for which we should respect all life. All comes from the essence. So I mull over these latest contemplations. AuthorSusie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees. |
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