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The Road For Artists: It Starts Within

The Road For Artists: It Starts Within

著者： Lila Tace
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 God and Art — short, meditative contemplations for artists.Lila Tace スピリチュアリティ 哲学 社会科学
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  • Restoring Self-Worth Through Spiritual Work

    Restoring Self-Worth Through Spiritual Work
    2025/09/29
    Let it go for two days, and let life show you. From your thoughts, you can’t see life. But life unfolds with or without your input. So why suffer? You cling to the shore by a bark. Let goFrom all your thoughts, you can't perceive clearly. Clarity is just there, available to you immediately. In direct perception of life unfolding through you. You cloud clarity. You see everything that you are not until you see immediately. What you are is what you get, always. Until you empty the past, the past is what you see. When there is no more past, there’s the eternal now; what more clarity could you want? Your destiny evaporated, and you are free. You don't recycle the past; you’ve faced it bravely and let it go. You live as a piece of life in alignment with life—a dance without the choice of participation. You dance alone, in God’s arms, with God, alone. That is meditation, liberation, yoga, union and eternal peace. Death to death. And the birth of life through you. You don't stand in the way of life anymore. One impediment after the next. That’s how you’ll discover the free flow of your soul-expression. Change will happen, but naturally, and freedom dawns with each restriction faced. Evolution. The past falling off your being with each step. Life purges. And you don’t stand in the way of life anymore. Everybody has it. Everybody is free. However, their freedom (full transpiration of the soul) is dampened by a fixed identity (the fossilised past) that is held dearly and is solely fed by participation. Consciousness knows and learns about itself by reflection. One degree away through these organic bodies and their thoughts and emotional responses, but the source (consciousness) remains unchanged, witnessing unfoldment, experienced in direct perception or silence (meditation), immediately, looking into the still lake in perfect immersion as pure being. Melt the disturbance, let go of all that is not inherent in your soul and end in your direct soul-expression in fierce freedom. Immediate, spontaneous, natural expression of your being, beyond the past, beyond trauma and restrictions of self-expression. No responsibilities, no worries, no looking back or forth, but being alive in the pulse of the universe, breathing in and out through you. Consciousness is collective (God), but you, the child (fractal with free will), have the pleasure of living apart and exploring. To learn while being whole in your missteps.Consciousness is Quantum, and the world you look at physical. Quantum Physics holds Physics in its lap. Two sides of the same coin. All is one—energy, and nothing is lost.To return to your authentic soul-expression, you perform Spiritual Work and by that restore your, by trauma fragmented self-worth. You collect yourself where you left pieces outside of yourself. Your response to trauma was dispersion, and now you go and liberate yourself by expelling stored-up unexpressed emotional responses. Your nervous system remembers. You lost yourself to the world. It’s time you reassemble yourself. To restore your worth. To live life whole, not fragmented. You lost your autonomy to the elements of your life—the events, people and places. Now you take your power back. Isn’t that selfish? It’s the only selfless thing to do.You don’t owe anybody anything. Others' emotional worlds are not your responsibility. I have no responsibility to heal you. You have responsibility to heal yourself. The only thing I do, I do out of joy of self-expression. Aligned with life, that expression is natural to me—effortless. And so I write and then read these little scribbles to you out of joy. It’s my uniquely assigned path to liberation. My way to liberate myself. That is my sole responsibility. Not to you, but to myself. The only selfless thing to do. I don’t owe anybody anything but bask in the joy of my soul and expel the past. Time is the prison. Thoughts are the hooks. And your soul is free.When you remove emotional traumatic responses to outer stimuli, you slowly liberate yourself. You untangle from your projected reality. That recollection of pieces of yourself is the process to restore self-worth and end in your soul's expression. Yours, no one else's. It’s not pleasant, but what is your alternative? To repeat the past and stumble upon seemingly random events that poke you until eventually you learn to see and you feel what you don’t want to look at, finally to then realise that it's not off you and you can now let it go in peace. What you see is in you. What you see is you. Do you like what you see? Eventually, there is no more past to see. What do you see then? Only philosophy. Homey Eyes (Song) You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube
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  • What Is Philosophy, And What Does It Teach Us? (Marcus Aurelius)

    What Is Philosophy, And What Does It Teach Us? (Marcus Aurelius)
    2025/08/31
    You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube When life has something to say through me, I write. My task flows from my being as a flower emits its fragrance. As a tree bears its fruit and no other. When I am still, life puts me in my place. When I am still, I become my part. And though it appears small to me, it might be vast. I can only see a frame of time that I fix in agony to fit my picture of the world. But God has other plans for me. And all the pain dissipates as I write.They say, ‘you’ve got the gift, kid,’ as if it were something special. Gifts are innate. Wishing for another’s gift makes that gift seem special. You’ve got your own - magical to another - gift. Discover it, that’s special, and then the work starts. The perfect action is when you don’t act. The perfect action is when you let life act through you. In complete harmony, what you create holds life. That is beauty in art, complete trust in life, a fall into God’s arms through your work. And you can claim a work you never touched as yours. Life teaches itself through its parts. And true power is impersonal. It's the power of the whole through the individual.And so I write my meditative contemplations out of joy. Like a poet writes his rhymes and a rhymer writes his songs in accordance with life. Like a mother embraces her child. Like a father embraces his responsibility to provide for his family. Like the thread of life connects the whole. Like the sun needs no outside source to burn, and its nourishment to us is its innate being. A function assigned to it. So you, too, have your function. The task I am made of is philosophy. Philosophy is about the flow of life, not about walls and gathering your moral armour. But words that liberate. Words that point to the unspeakable, the whole. Philosophy is not superiority, ritual, walls and formations that separate from life, but life itself. The art of philosophy is to dance around the subject of life, for it can’t be contained by human language, only by the language of the heart. It can be perceived with God, never alone. I’d love to introduce you to my favourite philosopher: Marcus Aurelius, a Roman emperor. To reign with deep roots in philosophy, experience the whole through meditation and impart that grace to his kingdom. That is what true reign is—a responsibility through deep care through the pulse of the whole. I will now read you some of my favourite parts from Book II of his personal meditative contemplations he never meant to publish. Fortunate for us, we now get to bathe in his book called ‘Meditations’.Don’t ever forget these things: The nature of the world. My nature. How I relate to the world. What proportion of it I make up. That you are part of nature, and no one can prevent you from speaking and acting in harmony with it, always. (Book 2 Verse 9, henceforth documented as 2.9.) You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say, and think. If the gods exist, then to abandon human beings is not frightening; the gods would never subject you to harm. And if they don’t exist, or don’t care what happens to us, what would be the point of living in a world without gods or Providence? But they do exist, they do care what happens to us, and everything a person needs to avoid real harm they have placed within him. If there were anything harmful on the other side of death, they would have made sure that the ability to avoid it was with you. (part of 2.11.)The speed with which all of them vanish—the objects in the world, and the memory of them in time. And the real nature of the things our senses experience, especially those that entice us with pleasure or frighten us with pain or are loudly trumpeted by pride. To understand those things—how stupid, contemptible, grimy, decaying, and dead they are— that’s what our intellectual powers are for. (part of 2.12.)Nothing is more pathetic than people who run around in circles, “delving into the things that lie beneath” and conducting investigations into the souls of the people around them, never realising that all you have to do is to be attentive to the power inside you and worship it sincerely. To worship it is to keep it from being muddied with turmoil and becoming aimless and dissatisfied with nature—divine and human. (part of 2.13.)The human soul degrades itself: Above all, when it does its best to become an abscess, a kind of detached growth on the world. To be disgruntled at anything that happens is a kind of withdrawal from Nature, which comprises the nature of all things. … Or when it puts on a mask and does or says something artificial or false. (part of 2.16.)Human life: Duration: momentary. Nature: changeable. Perception: dim. Condition of Body: decaying. Soul: spinning around. Fortune: unpredictable. Lasting Fame: uncertain. Sum Up: The body and its parts are a river, the soul a dream and mist...
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  • Mediocrity in Life and Art

    Mediocrity in Life and Art
    2025/08/14
    You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube Mediocrity is a sin. How does mediocrity happen? By not caring deeply about what you do and build and its impact on the world. By not expressing your soul’s expression, but someone else's. You crave excellence/ you demand excellence of yourself because you care deeply about your cause. Who are you? It's all about self-knowledge after all. Who are you and what is the value you bring to the world?—Uniquely, because there is just one you, and we need you. It's a sin to hide from yourself. Find out who you are and give yourself to us completely. It's your responsibility. How does mediocrity happen? Fakeness. Fake people express mediocrity because deep care and nurture are missing. When you express who you are, you love your expression so much that you make it beautiful. It is your child, and you nurture it. Your GPS is your gut. It’s your taste. What you create is You. You create it for yourself, for your own pleasure. Your taste, for yourself. You taste first, and you get pleasure from what you create first and foremost. The creation is your pleasure, and that pleasure you encapsulate in your work. You become an artisan—a Master craftsman. Your work is an extension of you. Your work is you; there’ll be no division left. It’s distasteful to create something mediocre. On the vertices that matter, excellence is the only option.You are here to do something exceptional. The only right thing. Your natural soul-expression. The only expression that’s true to you. The only expression worth expressing. Mediocrity is not okay. If you do something, do it right.Your destiny is the destiny that belongs to the world. The greater good is the only good. In such alignment, the world helps you because you help it. Help it by helping yourself. Help it by discovering who you are. Art blooms because those are your flowers on your tree. How can any other flower bloom?I will not be able to win playing by the rules. The way that I will win is by breaking them. My strategy is no strategy. My strategy is being me.If I play by the rules, I’m just another artist faking who wants to project the image of the perfect artist. I am not that, nor am I best suited to play that game. My game is no game. My game is being me. I know the value I bring, and it shines through. Being me is not just enough; it’s what the world needs. Remember who you are.I have no other purpose than to be myself in glory. What a trajectory. What a freedom.No matter what you do, if you do it as you, you’ll find pleasure in it. You find no pleasure if you exert yourself. When do you exert yourself? When you portray an image. When you perform, you ask yourself after the performance, ‘Did I do well?’ Your scrutiny can only stop when there is nothing to scrutinise. What if there’s no image to uphold? Then the only action is immediate. Immediate soul expression, an emanation of you. A perfect mirror. Perfect choicelessness. How can you pick apart that? How can you touch your soul? You can’t. Just like the world can’t. Your soul is untarnished, pure, remembering that loves the cure, bathing in divinity, embodied holy trinity. What if there's no image to uphold?The people in most agony have the greatest discrepancy between their image and soul. The more you match your filter of ego with your soul, the more sane you are, and also happy. Best to take your filter off from time to time.Stop scrutinising yourself. If you are genuine and of integrity, and what you speak is true, then how can the world be against you? In such a state, you are empty and you reflect the world. In the world as the world. The only one hurting yourself is you because you mistake your thoughts and emotions as outside enemies when it's all happening here. The pain is with you, and so is the solution.So outside the box that it’s hard. Collapse into my arms.Beyond the mind (time), there is rest, and that’s where your soul resides. Reside there with me.Let go. Fall into my arms in peace. Singularity and polarity, life and death, all in one breath. Too philosophical for you? You don't need to understand. I still love you. You can subscribe to my diary below. That's where I collect my meditative contemplations.DiaryBooksYouTube
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