The Sphinx

I love sphinxes. They are the mother of all wisdom and they answer your questions with riddles. Only when you answer successfully do you find the door to yourself. This sphinx sits on a clear quartz crystal with many inclusions. The crystal looks like it has been cut from ice. From the desert to the ice. This sphinx is friendly. Their smile is welcoming. I look at it and ponder existence. The sphinx somehow looks ancient.

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The angel passing through Sophia Desert

An angel passing through the shadows to the light across the great Sophia Desert. The desert of wisdom all must pass. The arches reflect doorways to various places. The buildings of rest for all are passed. The paths are very many, through the desert. She finds her way as she has passed through here before.

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God at his worktable

Artwork of God at his worktable. I didn’t realise at first but i think the different objects on the table are like symbolic representations of the different manifestations of the universe. The bridge of continuity, the ball of creation, the empty dome of possibility, the leaning books.

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Visiting the God of the Nine Sky Heavens

Paying a visit to the God of nine sky heavens. After climbing through all the soul worlds to reach him, instead of having tea-he gave me healing. He was busy growing his spiritual green vines. Used for connecting mortals in the mortal realm to each other. With his hand on my back, i vomited a good quantity of blood. He steadied me and said nothing. We sat there for a long while before he sent me on my way

The mysterious coughing of blood

After being alive since the beginning of time, and caring for immortals and mortals alike. The ebb and flow of life presents itself as a spurt of blood coughed out. Tracing the source of the blood flow may prove difficult. When it started and which immortal or mortal may have caused it is not possible to trace. An accumulation and amalgamation of countless lives. Though she has only lived one here. Its time to move back into seclusion with her spiritual kin. The trees with winding branches set at equal spaces awaits her. Her tea table waits for her. The grove long forgotten and few find.

I was emotional so the seal was stamped less than straight. But i think this adds to the work. A timely reminder of how i feel.