Questioning the Difference

 

“Everyone should have their mind blown once a day.”
— Neil deGrasse Tyson

 

Would we fear the other as much if we did not fear that we were the other? If we knew beyond doubt that we were different in ways that could be perceived both positively and negatively would we still find it so easy to reject people wholesale? Could we learn to embrace the very things that set each of us apart, our uniqueness and value that same uniqueness in others without seeing it as a qualitative choice? Why fear the mirror when it craves acceptance? If we’re all walking each other home why do we get so lost along the way? We all want to make a difference yet so many of us fear what difference is? Why do we need the acceptance of others to allow us to accept ourselves? What ripples can we set off by accepting the differences in others whether it be social differences, sexual differences, political difference, or Mental and Physical differences? Could we set off a ripple that could change the world or at the very least learn what true acceptance of our self and our shadow is all about?
Blessings, G

 

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Welcoming PartyWelcoming Party by G A Rosenberg

 

Scattered GemsScattered Gems by G A Rosenberg

 

Words Matter

 

“No one gets angry at a mathematician or a physicist whom he or she doesn’t understand, or at someone who speaks a foreign language, but rather at someone who tampers with your own language.”
― Jacques Derrida

 

In my experience there is nothing mere about semantics. Words are powerful symbols that many live by. You can call the same entity an angelic being or a demonic force and by doing so alienate a good portion of the people reading. You can say someone or something is retarded and some would nod their heads along with you while any who either had a developmental delay or who loved or supported them would be offended. Something similar would happen by using the word gay. We all have terms that offend us, words which we are quick to see as victimizing no matter the intent behind them. Words which tend to cause either otherness or offence based on a given reality tunnel. If you have never met any one who was gay and had no real experience with people who are classified as developmentally delayed than when you hear those terms so offensive to some, it might as well be a foreign language. When they are words that have been used to describe you or someone you know or care for then it becomes personal. The above are examples. There are many others depending on paradigm, people known and phrases used. Words do matter just not the same words to all people.
Blessings, G

 

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Red DreamsRed Dreams by G A Rosenberg

 

Moving Through the MachineryMoving Through the Machinery by G A Rosenberg

 

Goetia Pictures Finalized– First Set

 

I have been going through the set of Goetia Pictures that I recently finished (http://wakingspirals.me/goetia-gallery/) and standardizing the size and style of them. Here is the first set of pictures redone along with a bit about each one from Wikipedia. I am only including the ones that I had to make changes to.:
 

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2)Agares

“Agares (or Agreas), ruling the eastern zone of Hell, and being served by 31 legions of demons. He can make runaways come back and those who stand still run, finding pleasure in teaching immoral expressions. He also has the power to destroy dignities, both temporal and supernatural.
He is depicted as a pale old man riding a crocodile.”

 

2-Agares (final)

 

3)Vassago

 

“Vassago is a mighty Prince of Hell (see Hierarchy of demons), ruling over twenty-six legions of demons. He can be persuaded to tell the magician of events past and future, can discover hidden and lost things, and has a “good” nature.
The Third Spirit is a Mighty Prince, being of the same nature as Agares. He is called Vassago. This Spirit is of a Good Nature, and his office is to declare things Past and to Come, and to discover all things Hid or Lost. And he governeth 26 Legions of Spirits, and this is his Seal.
— Joseph H. Peterson – The Lesser Key of Solomon”

 

3-Vassago

 

7)Amon

 

“Aamon is a Marquis of Hell who governs forty infernal legions. He appears as a wolf with a serpent’s tail who can breathe fire, or as a man with a raven’s head, sometimes depicted with canine teeth. He tells of all things past and future. He procures feuds, and reconciles controversies between friends and foes.”

 

7-Amon

 

8)Barbatos

 

“Barbatos is an Earl and Duke of Hell, ruling thirty legions of demons and has four kings as his companions to command his legions. He gives the understanding of the voices of the animals, says past and future, conciliates friends and rulers, and he can lead men to hidden treasures that have been hidden by the enchantment of magicians.
His name seems to derive from Latin ‘barbatus’, bearded, old man, philosopher. He is mentioned in The Lesser Key of Solomon.”

 

8-Barbatos

 

Lost Boy Blues

 

“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit”
― E.E. Cummings

 

Whispers from a well
begging for release
soul echoes
aching for surcease
mistakes that have brought him low
longing for but hating days long ago
trying to get through, to be through
to belong, to be strong
to be tough, always wrong
but its never enough
so the coin echoes on its way down
striking walls, striking hells
hasn’t struck fancies
on the bottom he dwells
refuses a hand up, to stand u
to claim that he can
beneath him, can’t reach him
no belief can teach him
his self he’s never met
in the mirror loosing bets
refusing love he cannot trust
so much pressure gonna bust
yet somewhere knowing there’s a sun
somehow knowing the day he’s wong…
— G A Rosenberg

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Blessings, G

 

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Fire on the MountainFire on the Mountain by G A Rosenberg

 

PetalsPetals by G A Rosenberg

 

The Mirror Does Not Flatter

 

“He who looks in the mirror of the water, first sees his own image. He who looks at himself, risks to meet himself. The mirror does not flatter, it shows accurately what is reflected in it, namely that face that we never show the world because we hide it by the persona, the mask of the actor. This is the first test of courage on the inner path, a test, which is enough to frighten most people, because the encounter with oneself belongs to those unpleasant things, one avoids as long as one can project the negative onto the environment.”
~ Carl Gustav Jung

 

Close to the mirror I see much that I have missed. Dorian Gray’s reflection staring back but no it is his portrait, the truer reflection for it showed the scars. Mine shows the weight of years and occasionally the weight of cares. Each line drawn in by experience. Oh I don’t mind the aging process much and sometimes when I mirror gaze, my eyes dance. Sometimes they are mad and sometimes they are cruel and always they reflect the heart of the beast. I am the one who loves and the one who angers, the one who wants to lash out and scream that the world needs to STOP! At other times I sing or whistle and my reflection follows along tho the tunes that we carry are seldom the ones that the song writers intended. I reach out towards the mirror and my reflection, in thrall to my movement reaches back and the touch of the eyes show connection..
Blessings, G

 

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Djinn and TonicDjinn and Tonic by G A Rosenberg

 

Night StrangerNight Stranger by G A Rosenberg

 

Kaleidoscopic Phoenix

 

” Who would be born must first destroy a world.”
—Hermann Hesse

 

I choose a new world of being and leave the old one in flames.The old me died of realized misconceptions and took his world with him. What is a world but an outlook, a way of seeing that crystallizes around belief and cracks when the belief changes. No world I’m in ever stays around too long for I was fostered by the phoenix and the flame will never die.
Blessings, G

 

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Amid a Storm of ColourAmid a Storm of Colour by G A Rosenberg

 

A Song of the GladeA Song of the Glade by G A Rosenberg

 

Artistic Doggerel

 

“All we have to believe with is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.”
— Neil Gaiman

 

Colours flashing lights fading
creatures of the night invading
Daemons soar on angel wings
Real are my imaginings

 

My senses in and out of control
what I can see may take its toll
madness, inspired lunacy
may inspire or undo me.

 

Animals with human heads
mermaid, gryphons, the undead
greater knowledge do they bring
my inspired reckonings

 

Used to wish that they would stop.
constantly my brow would mop
then with my visions, made my peace
now my panic has surceased.

 

On my screen I bring to life
all my visions, I midwife
Unreality tunnels shared
my art leaves my soul unbarred

 

Colours, symbols still recurring
archetypes my soul are stirring
Through me tho not by me come
From my art I’ll never run
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Blue WebBlue Web by G A Rosenberg

 

Lizard's VisionLizard’s Vision by G A Rosenberg