Dear Angelic Blog Buddies:
I love inspiring quotations. John Milton's words truly describe the day I had yesterday. "Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendant moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world."
In short: I am so grateful to God for the transcendant moments of awe that I experienced yesterday.
Chuck and I drove to Washington, DC as we had tickets for the opening day of the National Geographic Museum's exhibit: Terra Cotta Warriors: Guardians of China's First Emperor. For those of you near to Washington, DC, I recommend attending the exhibit which is at the National Geographic Museum through March 31, 2010.
In my lectures, I share the importance of paying attention to when powerful art is on the move around the world. Art on the move is symbolic of powerful creative energy moving. This exhibit brought energies from the east to the west. Because Kwan Yin is an Ascended Being and guardian of the etheric realm over China, in an essence Kwan Yin's awesome energy has come to Washington, DC. As some of the descriptions share, this exhibit is a triumph of craftsmanship and artistic mastery. I strongly recommend that if you do attend the exhibit, pay the extra $5 for the audio tour. I thank God that this amazing terra cotta army survived the ages and it's now here in Washington where I am able to see some pieces from this unbelievable archaeological find.
I loved listening to the audio and learning about the techniques used in creating this army; an army that were first created with the thought of honoring an Emperor who wanted to rule for eternity. Now in 2009 it is an army of artistic expression. I went away from the exhibit with the feeling that even though ego appeared to be victorious in the conception of this project and the grueling demands placed on the people who were the builders and artisans, it was creative artistic expression that was ruling supreme in 2009.
In her book TERRA COTTA WARRIORS, Jane Portal, senior curator at the British Museum, writes: "The terra cotta army of Qin Shihuangdi, the First Emperor of China (221-210 BC), is one of the most spectacular finds in world archaeology. It was discovered by chance in 1974 - a garrison of battle-ready formation, spread across a number of pits. Here were life-sized warriors made over two thousand years ago from fired clay: cavalry, archers and infantry; lowly foot soldiers and high-ranking officers; figures of varying ages, with different hairstyles and facial expressions and seemingly representing every racial group in China - more than 6,000 in all."
The exhibit appeared at The Bowers Museum of Cultural Art in Santa Ana, California, the Houston Museum of Natural Science and is concluding its 2008-2010 United States tour at the National Geographic Museum in DC.
Before we went through the exhibit, I was wandering through the gift shop and saw the official catalog. I like to purchase catalogs for the exhibits I see and I'll share why a little bit later in this blog. I can do my own artistic life review from the collection of art exhibit catalogs I have gathered through my lifetime. There's something sacred about an art exhibit catalog. It mirrors to me the phenomenal effort that goes into museums bringing an exhibit from one part of the world to another. It is no small feat. One thing I love so much about the weekly spiritual class in my home, is that my class members are really great art scouts in telling me what they have heard is coming to Baltimore, DC and Philadelphia. My dear friend, Judy Stipanovich, in Pittsburgh is a great art scout, too.
The photographs were breathtaking, beautiful and awe-inspiring. Chuck and I agreed that due to the size of the catalog, we would purchase the catalog after touring the exhibit.
When Chuck and I concluded the tour, I walked from the end of the exhibit into the gift shop and there before me was a very distinguished looking Asian man seated behind a table preparing to autograph the catalog for the exhibit. The man at the table was Wang da Gang, the photographer of the images in the official catalog. After he signed my book, he rose and bowed to me. I bowed to him and proceeded to thank him abundantly for the wonderful blessing he is in capturing in photographs these incredible works of art. I thank God for cameras, photographers and photographs that inspire me.
While we were at the National Geographic Museum, I was crossing the courtyard by myself and realized that a man was walking towards me. I quickly recognized him. It was Simcha Jacobovic the Naked Archaeologist. Chuck and I watch and love his program on The History Channel. I excitedly said to him, "You're the Naked Archaeologist, aren't you?!" He admitted he was. I told him that I didn't want to come off as a total flake, but I adored his show and would it be ok if I gave him a big hug of gratitude as he is such a blessing. He agreed and so I hugged him big time and kept thanking him for his research. I thank God for brilliant researchers like Simcha.
Chuck and I then drove to Georgetown because we wanted to dine at a restaurant owned by Mauirico Sepulveda, a man who I first met through his attendance at classes I held, and since has become a dear friend.
The restaurant is: Los Cuates located at 1564 Wisconsin Avenue NW in Washington, DC. The restaurant phone number is 202-965-7009. The website is www.loscuatesestaurant.com
The restaurant is delightful in ambiance and the food is scrumptious Mexican food. After we finished our fantastic meal, our friends surprised us by treating us to the most wonderful dessert: Tres Leche Cake. The dessert is made with 3 types of cream. It is cake and then has something on top that is like an ice cream. When you cut into the cake, cream flows in every direction. I am convinced this is a recipe that was given to the chef by the angels. You have a heavenly experience when you eat it. So if by chance you get to Los Cuates, you must save room for Tres Leche Cake. I am someone who is truly grateful for desserts. And this dessert was awe-inspiring; it is truly divine. I thank God for desserts.
A lot of times in our lives, the stresses of our work day just seem to take the best of us. It takes all of our energy to get ourselves home at the end of the day and then we just don't feel inspired to do much of anything but collapse into a chair. Sometimes my mind feels too tired to read words.
When I am having this type of low energy experience, I like to play a cd of inspiring music in the background, and then reach for an art book or art exhibit catalog. The cabinet in which I keep my art catalogs is a kind of "good medicine" cabinet for me. I slowly turn the pages of the catalog and let myself be nurtured by the art. It is as if the art angels say to me, "Come to art, Jayne. Let art take your tiredness from you and replace it with divine inspiration found in the beautiful. Be healed by beauty."
This activity gives me an opportunity to revisit an exhibit I saw in the past, or be inspired by art images of a photographer or painter. It becomes an experience of beauty for my eyes, ears, mind, heart and soul. I find it to be a mini-healing.
I recommend the website: www.artashealing.org.
At this website you will find information on how art heals including the following statements: "Scientific studies tell us that art heals by changing a person's physiology and attitude...Art and music affect every cell in the body instantly to create a healing physiology that changes the immune system and blood flow to all the organs...in fact it is now known by neurophysiologists that art, prayer and healing all come from the same source in the body, they all are associated with similar brain wave patterns, mind body changes and they all are deeply connected in feeling and meaning."
Let art bless you and heal you. There's no coincidence that you will find the letters that spell "art" inside the word heart.
Heal your heart with art.
Love in abundance, Jayne
Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Trusting in Divine Timing
Dear Angelic Blog Buddies:
Many of you know from reading my first book, Commune With the Angels, and from my sharing information about myself at lectures,I grew up on a dairy farm in Maryland. My folks owned the second oldest farm of continuous family ownership in the state of Maryland up until my Dad sold the farm just before his death. Dad sold the farm to a large farming corporation owned by the Lippy Brothers. The Lippy Brothers have farmland here in the USA and also in South America.
I live directly across from my childhood homestead. Every day as we drove down our home's driveway, I would come face to face with radical changes being made to the farm by the new owners. I realize that a new broom sweeps clean; however, I found myself having to process on a daily basis emotional feelings about the farm as I knew it growing up, and the farm as it was today with changes being made.
One day I came face to face with huge equipment and trucks taking down the barns on the homestead property. I watched as the hay barn was taken down; the silo; the milking barn. I cannot even begin to tell you all the memories that flooded my mind and feeling a sickness in my stomach to what I was witnessing.
To add to the emotions, it seemed like it took forever for them to remove the huge pile of lumber and tin that had accumulated from the destruction of the buildings. It was as if one day I came down from our house and saw the barns and silo intact, and the next day there was sheer destruction going on before my eyes. I was witnessing big piles of tin roofing and lumber. To me it looked like a big chaotic mess. I commented to my husband, Chuck, that I wish they would just take everything away as I felt my heart was being pulled out from inside of me. I am someone who does not advocate drama; however, I was a real drama queen about this.
They finally did remove everything and about a few weeks later I asked Chuck to drive us onto the property. As I got out of the car, I stood where the barns had once been and where I spent many happy hours as a little girl. As I looked at the radical changes, I truly felt I had landed on the moon. It was barren and unfamiliar. I had no emotion to the landscape. I don't know what I thought I would feel. The reality was that I felt nothing.
I remember getting back into the car and I was puzzled by the feeling of no emotion. And I remember wondering and asking myself if this non-emotion feeling would be what I was left with because of the radical changes that had been made to the property that held such a powerful heart connection for me for so many years of my life.
Now, those of you who have read my emails and heard me speak have heard me talk alot about detaching and the power that comes from letting go of things we are holding on to; also things we are allowing to have a hold onto us. A large part of my Angelic Feng Shui booklet is about releasing, letting go, clearing out to make room for the new.
I knew I was very attached to the homestead property and childhood memories connected to the property. I had felt that the changes made to the land and the buildings were a way in which the universe was helping me to embrace detachment and grow. However, there was something that was missing.
Yesterday I received an incredible phone call from my sister, Ginny. Ginny and her husband are moving from a horse farm they owned for 41 years into a home in an adult community. They are doing remodeling in the new home and are working with a fantastic builder who knew my parents and the farm they owned.
My sister requested wood known as barn siding to be used for the walls of her new home. The builder went to see a man in Pennsylvania who he does business with who carries barn siding. While visiting this man about a number of building projects, the builder mentioned Ginny's desire for barn siding for the walls in her new home. The man replied that the Lippy Brothers had just brought him a barn they had taken down that was part of a farm in Fowblesburg. The builder knew immediately it was my folks' farm; also Ginny's childhood homestead.
Ginny called to tell me that because of this amazing synchronicity of events, the walls of her home were going to be built with the hay barn's chestnut wood. The barn was taken down from its old form and will be transformed into a new life of being in my sister's new home and being part of the beautiful space of her home.
When I heard Ginny tell this story, I felt complete. The barn was transformed from the beauty of the past into beauty in the now. And just as occurs with the birthing of new beautiful stars, there is a time of chaos.
I think it's a wonderful story of trusting in divine timing. My first response to Ginny after she told me the fantastic news was, "That's God being God."
Angelic Blessings of Trusting in Divine Timing,
Love, Jayne
www.earthangel4peace.com
Many of you know from reading my first book, Commune With the Angels, and from my sharing information about myself at lectures,I grew up on a dairy farm in Maryland. My folks owned the second oldest farm of continuous family ownership in the state of Maryland up until my Dad sold the farm just before his death. Dad sold the farm to a large farming corporation owned by the Lippy Brothers. The Lippy Brothers have farmland here in the USA and also in South America.
I live directly across from my childhood homestead. Every day as we drove down our home's driveway, I would come face to face with radical changes being made to the farm by the new owners. I realize that a new broom sweeps clean; however, I found myself having to process on a daily basis emotional feelings about the farm as I knew it growing up, and the farm as it was today with changes being made.
One day I came face to face with huge equipment and trucks taking down the barns on the homestead property. I watched as the hay barn was taken down; the silo; the milking barn. I cannot even begin to tell you all the memories that flooded my mind and feeling a sickness in my stomach to what I was witnessing.
To add to the emotions, it seemed like it took forever for them to remove the huge pile of lumber and tin that had accumulated from the destruction of the buildings. It was as if one day I came down from our house and saw the barns and silo intact, and the next day there was sheer destruction going on before my eyes. I was witnessing big piles of tin roofing and lumber. To me it looked like a big chaotic mess. I commented to my husband, Chuck, that I wish they would just take everything away as I felt my heart was being pulled out from inside of me. I am someone who does not advocate drama; however, I was a real drama queen about this.
They finally did remove everything and about a few weeks later I asked Chuck to drive us onto the property. As I got out of the car, I stood where the barns had once been and where I spent many happy hours as a little girl. As I looked at the radical changes, I truly felt I had landed on the moon. It was barren and unfamiliar. I had no emotion to the landscape. I don't know what I thought I would feel. The reality was that I felt nothing.
I remember getting back into the car and I was puzzled by the feeling of no emotion. And I remember wondering and asking myself if this non-emotion feeling would be what I was left with because of the radical changes that had been made to the property that held such a powerful heart connection for me for so many years of my life.
Now, those of you who have read my emails and heard me speak have heard me talk alot about detaching and the power that comes from letting go of things we are holding on to; also things we are allowing to have a hold onto us. A large part of my Angelic Feng Shui booklet is about releasing, letting go, clearing out to make room for the new.
I knew I was very attached to the homestead property and childhood memories connected to the property. I had felt that the changes made to the land and the buildings were a way in which the universe was helping me to embrace detachment and grow. However, there was something that was missing.
Yesterday I received an incredible phone call from my sister, Ginny. Ginny and her husband are moving from a horse farm they owned for 41 years into a home in an adult community. They are doing remodeling in the new home and are working with a fantastic builder who knew my parents and the farm they owned.
My sister requested wood known as barn siding to be used for the walls of her new home. The builder went to see a man in Pennsylvania who he does business with who carries barn siding. While visiting this man about a number of building projects, the builder mentioned Ginny's desire for barn siding for the walls in her new home. The man replied that the Lippy Brothers had just brought him a barn they had taken down that was part of a farm in Fowblesburg. The builder knew immediately it was my folks' farm; also Ginny's childhood homestead.
Ginny called to tell me that because of this amazing synchronicity of events, the walls of her home were going to be built with the hay barn's chestnut wood. The barn was taken down from its old form and will be transformed into a new life of being in my sister's new home and being part of the beautiful space of her home.
When I heard Ginny tell this story, I felt complete. The barn was transformed from the beauty of the past into beauty in the now. And just as occurs with the birthing of new beautiful stars, there is a time of chaos.
I think it's a wonderful story of trusting in divine timing. My first response to Ginny after she told me the fantastic news was, "That's God being God."
Angelic Blessings of Trusting in Divine Timing,
Love, Jayne
www.earthangel4peace.com
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