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Sacred Geometry

I wanted to share with you a presentation I did a few weeks age. These are the boards created to express some basic principles of Sacred Geometry & how they impact our world today.

I started wanting to express how those principles are used in Architecture to express man’s relationship to God. But I ended up finding out even more.

The word architecture comes from the Greek word – ARKHITEKTON

Arkhi – the first / the beginning — Tekton – the creator / master

So architecture refers to the first creator/ the great architect – it is not referring to the first man who created a structure but to the great creator himself – GOD!

And I feel that every ancient piece of architecture has honored/ respected/ venerated God since the beginning of time.

Architecture is expressed in plain Geometry and the Architect creates shapes & volumes that give form to the building design.

In the days of Greek & Roman Architecture, they used the three principles of Vitruvius

Firmitas, Utilitas, Venustas
(Durability, Utility but most exciting of all Beauty)

Sure we can use stone for durability, we can carve out spaces to create Utility; but what do we use to express Beauty? Beauty – as they say – is in the eye of the beholder after all…

Our ancestors looked at nature & the natural world & saw that in the chaos, there was order. So they found a way to express that order with The Golden Rule of geometry.

They also saw that the Golden Rule not only expressed nature but was part of mankind as well. They saw that the geometry was an exploration of the relationship of man to God. These are the principles of Sacred Geometry.

But Sacred Geometry was a hidden layer. Well not really hidden, but only discern-able by the initiated. Why only for the initiated?

This answer is given to us in the bible. Matthew 13:11,13 – When asked by his apostles why Jesus spoke to the masses in parables. he replied:

“Because it is given onto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not… Therefore I speak to them in parables. Because they seeing – see not AND hearing – hear not. neither do they understand.

The Sacred Geometry was there for everyone to see but existed as layer that expresses the mysteries of the heavens & needed to be interpreted.

The belief at the times, was that these mysteries were too great for the uninitiated man to understand them. They were too powerful – as they could help us transcend to the heavens -They felt they needed to protect us from this grandiose mysteries.

In panel 2/3 I explore how Man sees himself in relationship to God and how Sacred Geometry was not only an idea, but the central basis for the building designs. In the days of the Gothic Architecture – Chartres Cathedral – man was of service to God & to the Virgin Mary.

In Chartres, God is there and so is the idea of the Chakras and spiritual enlightenment. They are clearly the basis for the design. And in elevating ones soul/self we may be able to reach the heavens – we may be able to transcend. Is this the real understanding we were not to know?

But I say that Sacred Geometry was perceived at that point, but it was ever present way before then!

It was there in the beginning of recorded history – if not time itself.

We can see it not only in the Gothic Architecture, but in the architecture of the Egyptians (panel 4) & even further back then the Mayans.

It has been there with us, from the beginning of time.

We have always looked to the heavens for some higher power – The Gothics looked towards God; the Egyptians towards the Stars; the Mayans to the Heavens…

“Art in the middle ages was ‘art for God’s sake’, art in the Renaissance was ‘art for man’s sake’, art in modernism was ‘art for art’s sake,’ art in the 20th century is ‘no art, for God’s sake.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

In the start of this post I said that every ancient piece of architecture has honored/ respected/ venerated God since the beginning of time. But as the quote points out, that changed in the Renaissance when art became for “man’s sake.”

So then the inquiry that comes up is if we’re not looking towards GOD, then where are we looking towards as our guide? Are we really creating ‘no art’?

Since art & Architecture is an expression of who we are – then with America having rejected God in everything we do; Abortion being at 50 million in 1973; Our schools do not allow prayer or the mention of God; We are even planning to remove the phrase “In God We Trust” from our coinage…

We have never – as a society – been a culture to belief in many Gods; or in the stars & their alignments; or even nature as our mother Gaia.

Our Founding Fathers told us what they wanted for this nation : In God We Trust!

We have always been a monotheistic culture! But now we have turned our backs to God!

Then what do we believe in and where are we heading towards…?

Panel 4 gives us an indication of that! It shows the architecture of the Capital Dome in Washington DC. By the looks of the design, we are looking towards the stars again! we are reverting to a long-gone pagan culture devoid of God as our Founding Fathers wanted us to know Him.

But if Paganism has never been part of our culture – and now it is being called again – is it something new that society demands?

or

As I am finding out – it’s been a hidden path that we’ve – unknowingly – been on all along!!!

We are once again drawn into a Holy War – Good vs Evil


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SM – Shine on…

Oh Boy! I thought my “Moment of Synchronicity with SM” was complete when I had my FaceBook.com interaction with RT the other day, but not….

I got a call today from TR. She wanted to talk so I scheduled a time to talk. I should have know! Every time SM shows up – it’s for TR! Sure others can benefit from the input I can offer from interactions with SM, but ultimately it’s for TR.

Tonite, TR & I got a chance to talk. She is in a space of dis-empowerment & was not sure if she “can go on without him.” I listened to her for a bit & then all of a sudden I get this feeling over me!

As she is speaking, I could not just listen only I had to say something & SM’s words just rang out! SM’s words were still in my head, so I just said them:

“You do have problems & your circumstances are not great! but guess what? It’s time to let go & learn to live! Your problems are this tiny compared to the magnificence that you are! You are a creation of the great universe! Honor yourself as such. . .

go on with your life & honor your greatness!”

Wow! I never imagined me saying that – so directly – to a grieving widow!

“It is time to allow SM to rest in peace & time for you to live your life. Not as a widow, but as a woman who needs love & wants to share love! You are hanging on tight, afraid to let go… He is here with us because you are afraid to let go.”

Please, let go. . .

The silence could be cut with a knife, as the saying goes. But she was still on the line. . . She didn’t hang up on me, so something must have rang true for her!

“So you think I am holding him back?” She asked.

“Not holding ‘back’ but hanging on too tight that keeps him here with us.” I replied. “See, the only times he comes knocking is when you are suffering – so it’s surely possible that your grief & longing for him is that strong.”

“I have a suggestion. . .” I told her.

“How about letting his physicality go, but keep the love you two had as a memory and use that memory as a prop to lift you up on days that you are down.

“When you’re feeling down & think that you can’t make it, them call on that love & the strength of your memories to keep you going. . .

Just one day at a time, for now.”

“OK, I will take that on!” she replied.

Something seemed to change in her voice & a certain sense of peacefulness seems to fill her soul.

We talked for over an hour of things she would like to do. And of sharing that she would like to experience, of love she would like to feel again.

SM, it has been a crazy ride interacting with you, but I think this may be the last time I hear from you. It’s amazing how you kept showing up for TR and thank you for the privilege it was to be your voice. You were a great mentor, a beautiful soul & now shine brightly, like the diamond that you area, out in the universe.

Shine on, you crazy diamond!

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Moment of Synchronicity with SM

A really crazy moment of Synchronicity showed up for me today!

This afternoon I went to Kinko’s (sorry FedEx – I’m old school & I have fond memories of it as only Kinko’s) and scanned a document. The lady behind the counter assisted me & saved it into my thumb drive. I paid & just went home, thinking nothing of it. At home I open my thumb drive & there is nothing there! WTF!! don’t tell me I have to drive back & complain & then just get it rescanned – what a pain in the ass . . .

This has been a hell of a week! So many things going on that are disempowering – I don’t need this shit!

As I am about to close the drive, I notice a hidden folder called .Trash – ah-ha she must have dumped a first version . . . Sure enough there is a strange files called $61g617l.jpg & its an image file. I open it up and . . .

Crap!!!

It’s SM & he is looking at me over his glasses – His face is seen thru two fingers that are pinching as if to signify small. His look is as it was when he used to coach me!

Yes! it is just a picture of him – but he has that ‘about to coach me’ look.

This is how he shows up for me.

I never knew that picture was on my drive & don’t even know who took it, but here it is in a folder that never existed on this drive.

In that moment I hear SM’s voice in my head saying

“Heck you’ve got problems & circumstances that are not great – but guess what? They are this tiny compared to the magnificence that you are! You are a creation of the great universe! Honor yourself as such. . .”

They are this tiny . . . just keeps ringing in my head all evening.

So at night, after everyone has gone to bed, I go to sit at the computer. Finally found the document I was looking for – it was on the drive after all – I swear, it was not there before!

It is now 2:45 am & I am ready to go to bed. I turn off the monitor & am about to turn off the lights, when I hear that voice again & I get a sudden urge to go checkout Facebook.

Yeah FB @ 2:45am go figure ! ! !

I check posts & to see that no one is online, when all of a sudden I get a chat box open up with a friend RT. We chat about stuff & I ask him “You seem pissed – whats up?” As he shared of disempowering stuff & how he still loves his ex, I get this sensation & it takes over me. It types “You are bigger then you know & just honor yourself as the true greatness that you are.”

He does not reply for a bit – I image he is as shocked as I am with what came out. Then he replies with, “but . . . ”

I interrupt his typing with “honor yourself & give in. Surrender to your greatness & just know yourself as that and be that!”

Again he pauses & then he replies with “where did that come from & how did you know that I am really dealing with that? It is strange, but I got this strong urge to go on FB & there you were!”

God was working both ends to make sure the message gets delivered!

I truly don’t know how that occurs! Synchronicity is all I can say! Ever since SM passed, he shows up for me with a message he wants me to deliver. I just get that feeling – can’t explain it – can’t resist it either! It has to be delivered on its own time & way. This time the message was for RT.

Funny, but it’s always with an e-file picture of him. This is how SM shows up for me.

God you amaze me every time with how out of the blue things just are aligned as they need to be.

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Helping Her Cry…

There once was a four year old child whose next door neighbor, an elderly gentleman had recently lost his wife. Upon coming home, the child seeing the old man cry, went across the street to the old gentleman’s yard. He climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

Moments later he crosses back to his home and goes inside. His mother, intrigued by the interaction of the child asked him “what did you say to the neighbor that made him smile?” The little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.” – My take on a tale by Leo Buscaglia

Holly Crap, Batman!! This morning I got this weird feeling. I am feeling like something (spiritual) is coming on.

Well, after I had my coffee, I sat down at the computer to check my emails. Sure enough, nothing new or exciting showed up, just a bunch of junk mail. I move it all to the delete folder & as I do that, one email catches my eye! It is a ‘join my network’ kinda email from LinkedIn.com

I get excited & wonder who wants me to add them to my network, so I clicked on it. Google Chrome opens up & there right on the LinkedIn page was SM! He was inviting me to be in his
network!

Holy Ghosts, Batman…

He was showing up again & shit! I didn’t even realize what day it is today!

Today is the 1-year anniversary of SM’s passing!

He shows up a year later-to-the-day and invites me to be friends! So I kinda laugh at it because this is not the first time he shows up like this. The last time I blew it off & could not believe my eyes. Just could not accept that he shows up like that for me!

But here he is, so I ask him…. “Hey SM how you doing?” yeah I know it’s a lame greeting I would ask a friend I saw just the other day. But I didn’t know what else to say…

Then I hear in my head “Tell her I said hi. Please check to see if she is OK”

Wow! his tone sounds concerned as if he’s worried for naked celebs her… “Hey SM” I ask “is she OK?” but never got a reply.

But the task is given… and a deed to be done…

As the day goes by, I got busy w/work & conference calls & kinda forgot to call TR. Later that evening, I am waiting for a participant to call me, so I have my phone at hand. And a number I did not know rings… “Hmm.. he’s late! His cell must have died & this must be him calling me from a different number” – so I pick up.

On the other end was the sad, soft-spoken voice of a woman speaking slowly, “Hi, Pablo. Just calling to say hi…”

It was TR! but she sounded different. She said “It sound like your busy, so I will call you back tomorrow…” and hanged up!

Wow, that did not sound right & I can’t believe it’s her. I call her back & she answers. “Hey, TR! are you OK? You sound different today!” She replied “I’m feeling a little sad and do you know why?”

“I knew why… SM says hi!” was my reply.

We spoke for hours of the moments SM filled her life and the way he joked with her. She reminisces of how he would come & go. And how – even though he would be weekends away supervising a course – he would still find time to text her, just to say hi. This gave her comfort & peace of mind, just knowing that he loved her.

“Hi SM”

She spoke of that little smirk he would have when he was making a point and of how he would look at her over his glasses, when she was not being her word.

She spoke of moments that filled her soul,
and cried of days when she missed him so.

Screams to the heavens as if to complain,
“God, why did you take him away?”

Sadly, she mourns quietly of days alone,
yet to come…

“Why did he leave me!” she cries “Oh, how I wish he would be here right by my side! How I wish he would speak to me…”

All I could do is listen and help her cry…

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Dreams : Ideas Flowing Like…

I find myself sleeping in a very large bedroom. My bed, a large four-poster California King with a very cozy down comforter, looks tiny in this massive master bedroom. The master bedroom was very large and also had a beautiful wood ceiling. The walls are fine silk wallpaper and the floor is a beautiful bamboo hardwood finish. The bed, in the room, was on the right 1/3 of the room with the rest of the room furnished as a large sitting area.

As I lay there dreaming, I get the sensation of something stepping on my toes. It feels like the tiny feet of my bird Rico. Every Sunday morning, when he is let out of his cage, he flies upstairs and into my bedroom.

He jumps off my toes, walks up my leg, steps on my stomach and makes his way across my chest. This is his usual path on his way to see my face. Standing at the edge of the comforter, which I have tucked under my chin, he sits there looking at me. I am now awakened by the noise Rico makes as he repeatedly turns his head side to side to get a better look at me, with both of his eyes.

I open my eyes, and Rico is startled. He chirps and then flies off. As he flies off, there is a green, orange & brown trail behind him. At first, I thought -what the heck? – but it was green, orange & brown and its trailing as he flies circles around the room. “Hey! Wait a second, green, orange & brown?” I immediately sit up on the edge of the bed & look down at the floor where its dropping. It is tiny little lovebirds with green plumage & orange cheeks walking all over the floor. I mean tiny! They are only about a 1/2 tall and there are so many of them!

This is weird! Tiny little birds walking around with a few brown worms to boot. I am totally shocked by this and I charge out of the room to get the camera! “Nobody is going to believe this! I need some evidence.” I charge down the stairs & oddly enough, my wife is sleeping on the mid-span on this beautiful grand staircase. At the time, I didn’t think much of it and just kept going. But when I came charging back, she was gone.

The house was a very beautiful Spanish-style mansion – felt like one of the homes I’ve done. The living room where my camera was, had a 14′ tall pecky cypress ceiling, marble floors and the walls were a fine Venetian plaster finish. The room was one of my designs and the ceiling was finely detailed with cross beams and very ornate trim.

When I came back to the bedroom, the raised-paneled mahogany door was closed and the lower left hand corner was spray-painted with an enamel paint. The fresh baby-poop colored paint is dripping down the wall and door and spilling onto the beautiful bamboo hardwood floor. I step over it anyway and enter the room. In entering the room, I find this room feeling weird now. “I would never design the bed right in front of the door?” I question, but soon forget this inquiry and remember what I was doing.

To my surprise, there are no little birds anymore. The only thing I see is a few brown worms coiled up like a spring. I bend down to take a macro shot of the tiny worms, when I notice the noise in the other end of the room. Instead of getting up, I look thru the space under the bed & notice lots of legs & activity in the other side of the room. I get up and there, where the sitting area used to be, now sits several drawing tables with people bustling around. It looks like a brainstorming meeting waiting on the chief art director.


So you know what comes next… my interpritation of the dream:

OK so birds flying are symbols of communication and ideas. Over on DreamMoods.com : To see a bird in your dream, suggests that a message is being conveyed to you. Birds in history are also messangers. The fact that they are circling me means, to me, that my ideas are flowing. Also the fact that the bird is pooping other birds means to me that ideas are really flowing and more communication is being generated all around.

I saw the rooms in very vivid detail so the reason I saw the living room & master bedroom this way is because this is what I do for a living. I design homes. Everything centered around this house – around my design. Then finally I discover (that in my own room) there are many people bustling around and are even having a ‘brainstorming’ session.

So to wrap all this together, Ideas (creating, designing) are flowing like crazy all around me. My designs are the center of where all this is happening and there are people waiting to brainstorm with me. To create new ideas and have them flow all around.

Funny enough – or maybe this is why I am interpreting the dream this way – is that I just resolved to take my design ideas and spread them a round. I just created new opportunities to share them with people around other countries and share my ideas for luxurious living. Creating spaces that inspire and surrounds the occupants with luxurious environments to fill their souls.

There was one part that seemed off. When I left the room, I returned to a spray-painted door (ruined beautiful mahogany door) dripping on the bamboo floor; the room layout was off; no birds in the room and only brown coiled worms.

So this seems to be a word of caution in the message.

To me this means to keep my eye on the ideas. Keep them flowing & don’t get distracted by the ‘brown worms.’ Not worry or get too focused on proving (“evidence”) of anything to anybody. Just do it as my heart tells me so and for the fulfillment of people’s soul. Stepping up and being ‘the art director’ they are waiting for, will ultimately be the fullest expression of who I am and will fill my soul.

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