The three advocates for change sprawl across my morning spread.
The Emperor, Zeus, King of the Gods, Lord and master of resistance, unforgiving and unrelenting is dominating the threesome.
Death, dark and foreboding riding the black stead of the Apocalypse – unyielding and demanding, “change or die”.
And the High Priestess with her quiet confidence that the worst is behind and contemplation is the necessary. Stitch your tapestry, Child – the threads are chosen, the knots disentangled and the yarn is strewn across the loom ready for the stitching.
The evolution of my soul takes on a new scene with luscious serenity. The green hills, crystal clear pond reflecting dragons and castle in the skies is stitched ever so carefully into my tapestry. Now the finer details are etched into the flimsy cloth. Decision, action, reactions, predictions, prophecies and visualisations bring the panoramic mural to life.
What are you prepared to do to bring your art to life? How important is your self-expression? Would you sell your soul to dance in front of a camera? How much credibility infiltrates the beat or sound when you could be famous with a perfect pout or frown? Is it more important to be famous or be honourable in the pursuit of creativity?
A lonely painter glances over his pallet which reveals dry and cracked colours. The disappointment of his paint box forces him to leave the unfinished painting and emerge into society to buy more of the ochre and golden hues. Every second his is absent from his creative expression is agony. It is like a demon rumbling within forcing its way out into the world, “create or die”.
The author wakes from a restful dream. She dreams the perfect phase and paints a spellbinding metaphor with her words. This is the paragraph that will seal the deal – what then? Are we sated by the creative expression or does the demon demand even more. Are we slaves to our creativity? All I wanted was to write – to express the images in my mind and to share the pictures of my subconscious with the world. Is that a crime? Must we desire instant gratification to feel validated? Or are we satisfied with the words on a paper? What are we prepared to do or not do to bring our voice into the stadium?
I suppose it is as individualistic as our DNA. I suppose each person decides what is the ultimate sacrifice; an ear, a heart, a soul or even the loss of integrity (the veritable thread of our existence). What happens when the dream is squandered with human degradation – when evil gallops over the rise and conquers the power of good. When lies surpass the pleasure of honesty – what then? What do we do? Is that the juncture of discernment? When we hold the prize and it disintegrates with the tainted coating of our lost innocence and we know that we can’t get back to the pristine water colours of our dream.
It’s a day of balance of achievement – a day to dream big but done loose the essence of you.
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers
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