Bruno's home, art gallery and sculpture garden were completely destroyed in February 2009 by a massive bush fire that was part of the spate of bush fires terrorizing Victoria, Australia of late.
Once again, in the loss of something valuable comes the shock that awakens consciousness and brings deeper appreciation. Or pure enlightenment as I was unaware that these sculptures even existed until someone forwarded an email about them being lost in the fire.
Looking at them again, I can't describe the love I feel for each being in those pics. Really there is something special & truthful about them . LOVE THEM! Thanx again -
Oh, and just noticing the info about the fire on the second, explains alot in my head, as the first time I looked at them I imidiately saw flames of orange & red all around them. But just for a split second in my head, then gone & back to the beauty. I wonder why I saw that glimpse? Glad I took the second look! Still so beautiful & natural & truthful. I also don't know why this is happening, but I keep hearing "truthful" in my head over & over again, when I look. I wonder why that thought is so persistant?!
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the first time I looked at them I imidiately saw flames of orange & red all around them.
Amazingly clairvoyant. Does this happen frequently, that you see that kind of clairvoyant imagery like the flames?
I think the truthful may come from the fact that he is seeing a nearby dimension. The more intuitive I've allowed myself to become, the more I scry. I think good artists scry--they allow images that exist to surface easily and dictate the lines.
A good example is an artist called Lauralee Harris (see her amazing gallery). WAJNGE to describe how I feel when I see her art. She scrys and interprets the images in the natural wood grain. When I first saw her work I felt so validated as these are the type of images I also see.
Just a quick note before I check out her gallery. No I don't have flashes like that often, Or actually I might, But I don't feel I pick up on them & recognize them like I should. I always feel a fimiliar feeling first, then get a flash that more times than not, seems to be unrelated. As did the flash of orange & red flames in this instance. Only upon taking a second look at those pics & seeing your info on the fire, did I realize that my flash was relevent.
I used to see the same stuff she finds in the grain of wooden doors, every time I looked at them. As a matter of fact, I used to see a face in the grain of our wood panneling in the bathroom of my childhood home everytime I used the bathroom. Sorry to leave you w/that image, but it was on the wall directly in front of the toilet. Talk about doing your bussiness in there expediently & gettin the heck out! I ended up hating ANY house that had panneling, as I always felt I was being watched through it. Funny huh?
OK,off to check out the gallery now, thank you for supplying the link.
Even if your flashes seem unrelated, they will eventually reveal a meaning, or so I've found. It helps to write them all down (if you can find the time and inclination). By recording all of these type of instances I experience, I find that eventually I will see where the piece fits in the puzzle.
And it's so cool you "see" into wood grain! Me, too. I have a fair bit of grainy wood in my bedroom and it is just loaded with doods. And with hardwood floors...they are even on the floors. Ever there, ever watching. Lots of wolves.
Well the entity I always saw in the bathroom panneling, reminds me of the being in the famous painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch (I will attach painting at bottom), but with long hair parted in the middle, & no hands holding the face. I can still see it perfectly in my head.I was 9 - 11 yrs old when I lived there, so I can't believe I can still see her that well in my head.
I pretty much see them in anything wooden - even furniture sometimes.
I think I'm going to start keeping a journal of my flashes, Like I said it doesn't happen on a regular basis, but indeed logs of these flashes will definately help me to recognize patterns, & keep better track of how often they come. I wish I had more of them like you do.
Oh & something I forgot to mention above is that I have seen some of the same entities in different peices of wood throughout my whole life. Like they're keeping track of me or something. I'm not afraid of them anymore, & have no problem with wood anymore either. As a matter of fact, something that I've noticed about these things or maybe just wood in general, is that the energy seems to be higher or more serene in a house or dwelling with alot of wood. For instance, A really ultra modern house w/a lack of wodden materials, or a lack of wooden furniture, makes me feel like the energy of the room or dwelling is "off" somehow. It could just be that ultra modern deco leaves me feeling cold in stead of cozy. Then again It may be that I notice the lack of the nature vibration, where wood is not present. I also seem to pick up on this with plants too. A house with alot of plants in it, to me creates a certian vibration in the home & the people who live in it. But in a house w/out plants I feel uneven energy in it. Like somethings out of balance.
I just realized while typing that , that my house is full of wooden furniture & plants. Hmm. I really can't tell you how much I end up learning about myself when I type responses back to you, almost like you're the catalyst for my self revelations. Thank you pardna!
I really can't tell you how much I end up learning about myself when I type responses back to you, almost like you're the catalyst for my self revelations. Thank you pardna!
Ditto Matey! Ditto!
And I feel utterly nuts that I am about to say, once again, that there is psychic mind-connection in this post of yours, because yesterday I was going to write about wood and how it may be stronger scrying portals (for lack of a better term) than other objects. But I figured I'd say it at some later date if the need arose! Ha ha. And then you said it!
I am fascinated that you saw something like the screamer. It is as if I knew this or at the very least I am not surprised. Can you draw? If so, it would be cool to see your drawing of it, or even to know you drew it. Maybe if you got a visual journal (just a wire-bound notebook with drawing paper in it), you could draw it in there for your own reference and for the therapeutic feeling. I do this type of thing often. It doesn't matter if the drawing is perfect, just attempting it will lead to a better and better drawing each time and more and more understanding.
You could also use this journal for jotting down synchs and visions. What I found was...the more I wrote it down and took note of it (focus) the more it started happening. The other cool thing is that what you write down now may actually end up being applicable to something that happens next year. But by next year you'll have likely forgotten the link.
Back to wood...
I liked what you wrote about wood and plants. I feel this is true. Also, trees are the most amazing things to me. I always liked trees, but I wasn't nuts about them. Then when I started seeking spirit, it was trees that reached out to me, that enabled visions and began to show their own faces to me. Often the faces were strong and fierce, but sometimes cute or kindly looking.
Anyway, I started to realize over time that trees are a rather pure form of God. They cannot get up and leave, or do anything to anyone, or even defend themselves. God's will flows through them basically unabated.
I'll tell a couple of stories...
One day I was very sad. I went outside and I thought about how much I love trees and how thankful I am for them. I decided I wanted to hug one of my skinny palm trees as if to feel comforted, but as I approached it I had the distinct feeling not to do it. This may seem strange, but I knew that the tree did not want to nurture my sorrow. It did not want me to hug it. It wanted me to be strong (if it wanted anything at all) and to look at the bright side and pull myself back up.
One day during our recent scorching summer heat, I noticed my giant leafy maple-like trees were wilting. I felt a bit of alarm that they might die and that I should water them. I grabbed a hose and started to water them. Just as I brought the hose over, I had a distinct feeling that they did not want me to water them. This created conflict in me because I felt that I should water them since I had access to water and they looked ridiculously thirsty. But even as I put the hose to them I kept feeling that they did not approve. Soon a gust of wind came up and a nearby branch swiped through my hair its leaves slapping against my face. This happened about three times where it felt just as if the tree was gently but firmly giving me the hint to back off.
I thought about it and reconnected with my theory that the trees are a pure form of God's will. And that as such, they want to live according to the circumstances given. If there is not enough water, they want to be tested to their limits to survive and build up a natural immunity. If God wants them to live then they will. That sort of thing. These are just my evolving thoughts about trees.
Ha ha Alisa, I'm not surprised at all! No I CANNOT draw. Well I can if I concentrate really hard at it, erase alot, curse alot, & have hours to spend doing so. But am I a natural? NO. I wish I was, my brother has always been the natural talent in that area. My natural talent is singing. But I think I'll take your advice, and start a drawing/writting journal of the synchs & flashes & pics I sometimes see in my head, as I believe your right. Just me focusing my energy towards better transferring my experiences onto paper, I will create a clearer vision or visions of what I experience, hence becoming clearer in my interps! Thanx.
I know exactly what you mean about the feelings you pick up from trees. I hate to say this yet again, but I thought about sharing my experience w/this, & then decided that it might come off a bit "tree hugger-ish". Then not only do YOU bring it up, but you actually tried to HUG the tree! Which BTW I thought was precious & loved reading! So after you giving me the nudge I will share.
So one day I'm talking to ma, & I share w/her that sometimes I feel like I can feel the pain or happiness of trees. I thought she thought I was a freak by the look on her face, but the look was because she did too, & never expressed it to anyone before. As we sat and talked about this, I told her that when I first realized this, was when I was sitting alone in a remote part of the woods, under a tree & I could swear that I was feeling the trees emotions. This actually took place at the campground I grew up going to w/ma. As she told me of her experiences, ironically she revealed that her first experience was at the same campground at what she has always called her 'meditation tree'. We both felt so good that we had these revelations of trees at the same place - our family campground! BTW, this campground is also the same place we did all of our beaching thruoghout the whole summer. And we've been going since 1984, so now it has been 3 generations of our family who have been going there, as I've been taking my kids since they practically took their first breaths. Ahh the growing up that beach/campground has seen us do over the years. The first turtles we ever caught, the first fish, the first campfires, tree frogs, racoons, the awesome food, the family games, the fireworks, the beach parties, the 'chicken' wars, the boo boos, the squito bites, the all night sing alongs that would attract everyone else from their own campsites to ours (J.J. & Karl both play the guitar, & Jen & I sing, Oh & J.J. can blow too. However, Karl can somewhat sing but we reccomend that he just hums!). Once we start the jam session around the fire, it seems we end up attracting everyone & their brother, not to mention all the rugrats that go along with them! But we always figure the more the merrier, as long as they bring their own lawnchairs. By the second night in, we have people showing up before we even have dinner cleaned up, it's great. The freinds we've made over the years, just from starting our own little sing a longs. We even had D & R show up a couple of times to ask us to hold it down a bit, only to have them get out of their vehicles to ask "hey do you guys know the one by....?" & take a seat to join the fun! They've even left, went & punched out for the night, & returned w/beer & their own chair, to sit and hang out w/the crowd(hey,it doesn't hurt to get in good w/the D & R, freinds in high places!).
I realize you might think I got a bit off track just then, talking about all the camping & beaching fun that we've had there over the years. But I told you all that so you would better understand & appreciate what I'm about to tell you next. So we both have this tree communication experience at the same place at different times over the years, and do you know where my mom has always asked me to release her ashes after death?....The meditation tree. For years I couldn't understand why she would want us to spread her 'death' at a place we loved so much. Then I realized that THAT was the exact reason she wanted us to do it there! She made me promise that I would honer her wishes,and so I did. We will be spreading her ashes at her Meditation tree this August 4th on her birthday.
I now find it so befitting that that park & those trees get to share in her death & rebirth, as much as they shared & witnessed in her life. All of the emotions she experienced w/her children, grandchildren, family & freinds at that place, were also shared & witnessed by those trees. The same trees that ended up being 'our' first experience w/feeling their emotions, & the same tree that mom held so close to her heart during her meditations,as I'm sure it(the tree) had very special emotions about being a part of someones spirituality.
So to me not only do I think it's possible to feel the emotions & energy of trees, but I think that they can feel ours too. And I think they love being a part of our childhoods,and our children's childhoods, & being a literal part of our life experiences, & look forward to seeing us every year to come and meeting each new generation that we bring to their land. I think they thrive on those bonds w/people, & I know we thrive from our bonds w/them. And soon I will go w/the twins & release her to them, & let their loving branches hold her, & take her in their arms as if to say "Ahh there you are again, good to have you back", & she will always be a part of those trees and they, a part of her.
I was so touched by your relation of trees being a more pure form of God, how true that is & how intuitive of you to know that. I've never heard of such a beautiful connection of such an obvious notion...and such a percise connection at that. Thank you for that.
Also something that synchs w/ all of this tree stuff, is that on our first trip to VA to let her go, my sister brought back a tree picture that hung in my moms apartment. It was a pic of a beautiful broad tree & when you walk passed it, you see the seasons change on the tree cange before your very eyes. The second thing was when I went back to VA afew weeks later to collect some of her things. With me, I brougt back A live tree that mom was growing in a pot, & a fake tree that was bare of laeves (it was basically an art peice depicting a trees beauty, even being stripped of it's leaves). My sister kept the picture, I gave J.J. the bare tree (which he loved & displays proudly in his living room), & of course I kept the live one. We were all so happy to have a part of mom & her trees.
I know right now, that they all hold the love energy that she held for each & every one of them. Even the dead tree which is just driftwood, holds such a high energy, that I can feel it just by looking at it. Mom & her trees, thanks for prompting me to share that, I think I'll go water my plants now!
Wow, what a fantastic story! Thanks so much for sharing it. I really needed that (was very uplifting). How validating that you and your mother had tree communication experiences at the same beloved, family-gathering place! I can only imagine the strength of the trees in that area. And it's very special and synchronistic that each of you got to have one of your mom's "trees" to take into your home.
It makes such sense to me that trees DO love to be a part of our lives. There are a couple of trees that surround my house that send out strong messages to me. Well, all of my trees do really. But the one where the eye keeps appearing, that one has always shown me amazing things.
When my son was about 3 years old, and by then I knew he was developmentally delayed, I used to walk with him and whenever we would pass a certain tree he would become very excited and want to go see it. His expression was one of Can you believe how cool this is? It was a pine tree with lots of the green missing on one side so you could see all the bare branches inside. Maybe he wanted to climb it since it did have a climbable look to it. Or maybe he just recognized something special in the tree's spirit.
Two more stories came to mind where I have had deep emotions about trees...
One instance was when a gardener helping me get my yard back into shape after years of drought thought we should cut down the bushes along my back fence. They were probably 40 years old and when water was plentiful, they looked like a towering waterfall of deep emerald green. But after years with insufficient water, they were overgrown and scraggly. The gardener cut them down and when I saw them gone I felt punched in the stomach. It was the most horrible sight. And this might sound very strange, but for months I mourned them (still do to be honest and it's been 2 years). He kept poisoning the stumps so they wouldn't return. Each time he did this I felt boiling rage that I'd stifle. I told myself to get a grip and be rational about this, that the gardener knew what he was doing...right? And that this was for the best, right? During the day I would find myself with this unhappy feeling and one day I thought, what is it? What's bugging me? So I allowed myself to become still and let whatever was bothering me come to the surface. The first thing I thought/felt was dread. Then death...a murder...my emerald bushes! I had allowed them to be murdered. And I desperately missed them. It was a very real and awful feeling. I used to take all of my family shots out in front of those bushes (I see the synch now).
Another instance was similar. There was an old stand of huge eucalyptus trees across the road from my house. I took many a great spirit photo there and marvelled over their majesty. The trees were probably 100 years old. Then a developer bought the land. Fair enough. I was sad knowing some of the trees would go, but still, they were not to take out all of the trees, only certain pre-approved trees and that was some consolation. Then one day when driving home after a day out I sensed something was wrong. I could smell eucalyptus in the air. As I neared home I saw to my horror that all of the trees had been taken out (even the ones that were to be preserved)! I barely made it into my street and driveway before I broke down into sobs of utter grief. It was a murder scene to me, plain and simply.
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