PRESENCE OF OAK.

On Sunday, February 8, 2015, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

In the beginning, if there ever is one, was the oak, and the word was ‘ac’ to the Anglo-Saxon, hence ‘acorn.’ ‘Dair’, ‘doire,’ and ‘darach’ to the Goidelic-speaking tribes, and lots of other names to lots of other people.

The oak embodies many noble and sturdy attributes, being both Goddess and God, wisdom and knowledge, and it was universally ‘ac-knowledged’ to be so, and pristine forest covered the face of the land. Hence there was more bark than dark or how would the forest thrive.

The ‘creator’, if one were even necessary, was, and is, eternally immanent, omnipresent, one-with the creation, there being no such thing as separation except in thought. Diversity being the quintessential component of unity, and all is wrong if only one can be right.

So whatever the long list of noble attributes we say the oak stands for, it, self–evidently is well able to stand for itself. Exponentially more decisively and solidly so, despite humans with many axes to grind, who think trees are made of wood. So oak is worthy of reverence for setting us such a good example of strength, longevity, and selfless service to all.

The most undeniably indispensable attribute to celebrate and be humbly grateful for, being its presence. Though it’s a pity to have to state the obvious.

Words can do untold damage if used without undue consideration. Since the structure of language is designed so as to infinitely divide the indivisible, right down to the finest fractal of differentiation. The explicit purpose, of course being to have an adequate supply of separate bits of reality, so as to be able to rearrange them in a variety of different orders.

That’s understandable, so long as we realize it’s only the bits or concepts which are separate, and not that which they refer to. Otherwise reality would fall apart. That being so, i turn to paint. How’s that for a neat bit of shape shifting?

There are already enough, probably millions, of paintings of oak trees in the world, and more no doubt, presently being created. Just an aspect of what we do, one with it all. So here’s another one.

My motivation is not to later swap it for bits of paper with numbers on, and ‘difficult to duplicate designs’, which we strangely regard as having intrinsic worth. Thereby playing into the supposedly ‘only game in town’, namely: enslavement to numbers.

Paper comes by common courtesy of trees but the real currency is shared appreciation. So, drawn into the presence of oak, the natural ritualistic play of creative expression is also a gesture of shared appreciation.

Art has more to do with gratitude, generosity, and community, than with commerce. The latter has reached such heights, or depths of absurdity, that people with more paper than poetic passion pay tens of millions in ‘money’ for one painting. Thereby keeping the illusion of monetary worth, as opposed to intrinsic worth, firmly established as ‘the only game in town.’

This playful wordplay preamble simply to say, i present a succinct string of chronological photos of the distinct (but not separate) significant stages in the progress of the process. Hopefully of more help to whoever may feel they need such a thing, and worth more to me to be able to do so.

“Do trees have standing?” The intentionally odd sounding question put forward by many who are coming forward in droves in defence and support, and healing of the much abused Earth we are inescapably one with.

That said, as a present and enduring firm and stable affirmation in representation, speaking for ‘the standing people’, the trees, of the ‘Presence of Oak,’ *

**** **** ****

Martin Rainbowmaker.

MOUNTAINS MOVE.

On Mon, November 24, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

‘Unless your heart be the size of a grain of mustard seed, mountains are moving.’~

It may be true to say that mountains move. At least, whenever i look i find them to be moving. Better still than moving mountains is to be able to be moved by them. Though many may remain unmoved, and move along lacking a loving look.

It may be true to say that mountains rise up from the earth, and equally true to say they fall down to the sea. They are even seen to be rising from the deep. Diving like leviathans down to the ocean floor, only to arise again as a distant shore.

Peaks are often seen in passing, half hidden by a range of hoary hills. Like diving dolphin fins, or starkly surreal as spectral ships with sombre silhouetted sails.

 

Vanishing behind rising ridges like humpback whales with scaly skin, brooding dark against a sinking twilight sky.

While, on a still and distant gulling cry of day, a blue limpid liquid mirror laps. Fringed by froth and foam of lulling fronds, the slow rise and fall seeps back between singing stones, a line erased to sink in silted sand. The swish and pull of the swaying sea.

Low window view between backyard walls, of a distant peak. A constant kitchen companion, weather warning from the west. When opaque grey approaching rain, blanks the mountain long before a downpour pelts the glass.

A quiet inner affection pervades all such small familiar facets and details of the day. The worldly world of war regards as mundane facts, void of innate significance. Insulating ego from feeling, present poetic beauty in the ordinary.

Naturally, noting such as being signs and promptings for projects of imaginative creation, the mountain called forth an intent, the seed of peak experience. Through days of late November rains.

A new day dawned though i woke late, to a pure blue oasis of a day. Down to the round curved strand and jutting headland. Flat low tide around the promontory point, to see what the sea had to say.

Zooms fall short of the pyramid-peak, rugged ridged with rounded shoulders down, and the island’s tail bearing small green fields below.

Boulders backed by a cleft cliff face, scattering the rock strewn place. Black stones green stained dragged down to where the tide turns.

Spreading outward across a smooth expanse of unprecedented cloud-free cobalt sky and sea, such that adequate words fail me.

The focus of original intent ‘literally’ moved by circumstance or chance, to ‘pan out’ (could that be a pagan term?) the context all inclusive and there may be a lesson there.

Being but an exploratory trawl, casting about for artistic inspiration and netting a good catch, twenty seven shots in all. Many other possible focusses reflected on along the way in coming round to the point.

But what a calm and tranquil sea. Cloud-free sky as blue as blue can be.

A wish of peace in late November.

Images of beauty to remember. ~

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Martin Rainbowmaker.

LIGHT: (Not heavy.)

On Monday, Oct 21, 2013, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

There's a lot of talk about light. But then, there always was.

Beginning with, "Let there be light," the light of the world, light at the end of the tunnel, the age of light, angels of light, battle of dark and light, cosmic light, speed of light, lights in the sky, light beings, light bodies, the light of wisdom, the organic light, healing with light, surround yourself with light, light exercise, light entertainment, light bulbs etc.

Taken altogether not something easily made light of, and it's a challenge to shed light on a lot of it. Especially as we've been kept in the dark about well, everything.

Not that there's anything not right about light, we'd be lost without it.

But you have to have your wits about you. You could get dazzled to death and be sucked up into a tunnel of light, only to be plonked back down on Earth over and over again, trying to trace back to where you took a wrong turning.

Besides, light's best friend, the dark, finds light easy to mimic, (the false light), aerial holograms etc., but can't so easily fake LIGHTNESS, because his energy orientation is basically too heavy.

Did you know you are in the middle of a frequency battle?

But wait ! Before you expend all your energy in fighting the dark, realize, the opposite of light is 'heavy.' You don't want to get entangled with wrestling with that either, it'll only bring you down.

In that regard, you're better off thinking in terms of LIGHTNESS rather than just plain light. Practically speaking it's more uplifting than weight lifting and eternal migraine.

I mean, look at birds. They had it down to a fine art long before we even started to crawl.

They must think we're just primitive, taking so long to get great chunks of metal off the ground, trying to exceed the speed of light.

What sort of clumsy notion is that?

It's a matter of utmost gravity. Having made a secret deal with less than light, while wrongly thinking might was right. We should have expected there would be a heavy price to pay.

Alleviate your gravity with levity and lightness of spirit lest you gravitate to the grave instead of levitate to lighter life. In short, stop focussing on everything as being so heavy and lighten up.

If any-body is so dense as to keep getting brought down, just remember, your atoms are more light than matter so you're not just stuck with spinning round in circles in a cell.

We're beings of frequency, energy that vibrates faster than it actually matters, or appears to be a something that matters, so what exactly is the matter?

As you think, so you are. Think lightness of spirit. Why hang around on the level where heavy metals can bombard you like invisible hailstones?

It has been demonstrated repeatedly, that focussed intent, verbalized, imprints and transforms even DNA. You could call it a ribonucleic acid trip, if you wish.

Living as love, lightens. Whereas, fear, being a contraction and therefore more dense, suspends the immune system, leaving the whole energy free to either run and hide in a hole or take total responsibility for the situation.

It's all about either contraction or expansiveness, exclusion or inclusion, tension or relaxation, lightness of being. Sustained stress depletes immunity.

'May all heavy energy sent to me return to the sender as lightness.' (13 words.)

If you can repeat that subvocally 13 times without visualizing or vocalizing actual numbers, so much the better. Conceive it as beats, like this: **** **** **** *

As meditation do the same with breaths. One inhalation/exhalation, counts as one, or *, no numbers just beats. Focus simultaneously on the 'finest' inner singing silence you can discern. Ignore thoughts, expect nothing.

Naturally it takes regular practice. In as silent as possible a situation. I find the night best.

Consider it 'just listening.'

If you're still not experiencing lightness,

maybe quit eating so much sugar and refined pastry and lose weight.~

~*~* ~*~* ~*~* ~

Mike Rowave~ a.k.a. Rainbowmaker

Photos:
          Bantry Swans,
                  Action Seagulls,
                          Cork Clouds, martin law, 2013