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My Truth

Wednesday, December 18th, 2013
Enlightened

Enlightened

Any Organization or person which stands in an effort to accomplish something of merit or value, must predicate it’s existence on belief.

Some call this belief system: “Our Truth”.

Recently I watched as one of the companies I am a part of, had it’s leadership disappear and not only jeopardize the organization, but potentially engage in some actions which could cost a lot of lives and careers. The person is doing what I call¬† “Flailing”¬† which is sort of like beating the air with your arms as you head for the bottom of a fall which you embarked upon when you stepped off a cliff.

The process of deciding how to respond to another’s flailing and¬† hurtful, dangerous actions, had me examining what exactly my own Truth is. So I wrote it down, as much to be clear to myself, as I would want it to be known to my colleagues and friends . I have always held that we owe this to people, to be transparent in this way.

 

        My Truth

I know the following statement well. It is a vital part of my Truth.

Everything which we see begins in the unseen arena of energy and the arc of Time. All that exists has it’s foundation in a realm that the Religious call the Spiritual.

So when we look on something, we are seeing the physical manifestation and result of something which occurred (was authored) in the arc of time, in a different dimension from the one in which our physical selves reside within.

We came from somewhere, we are here, we head somewhere. So we have the ability to exercise what we are, spirit soul and body, as architects on this planet. We are that capable.

But our intrinsic nature, is to be corrupted by fear.

It really comes down to a clear understanding of Energy Theory.

We should be about Love, actually. Then we would be getting how all of this works. Sort of simple, really.

God is Love. If we belong to that, well then, we should be a source of that light here.

This is why I am a Photographer. I chose that with intent. It is my Truth.

Here is a fantastic piece about Courage, titled “The Science of Conquering Your Fears”

A nugget of Truth from Abraham Lincoln. “To sin by silence when they should protest, makes cowards of men.”

Truth from Sun Tzu, written¬† in “The Art of War” ¬†“Know yourself and your enemy and you will win every battle.”

Aloha Oe.

Jaws

Jaws

 

The Collaborative Effect

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012
Collaborative Effect

Collaborative Effect

Years ago, Larry Moore, aka Flame, my Photo Editor at Surfing, took me aside and told me to do something. “Find people who you like to be with, who will work with you, and together, you guys concentrate on building new work. That is how great work comes” Because of that conversation, I never became a Surf Photographer per se. I became a collaborator.

The image above is a piece of Art I finished today. The surfer in it is Sean Tully. Sean is a highly developed student of Surfing and in particular, the heritage of that lifestyle driven avocation. He is also a highly educated and pensive Student and proponent of Fine Art. When he and I get together on a project, creative magic occurs. Every time. It is far greater, what transpires as a result of our efforts, than anything which would occur if either of us pursued a work on our own. Why? Because it illustrates the energy of two souls in harmony, while in critical pursuit of the creation of an astute statement.

Brian Kasbar sent this film to me by acclaimed director Tom Shadyac. It came on the heels of a conversation with Shawn Alladio, Ed Brenegar and some others, on the subject of leadership, and in particular, Team Building.

The film is called “I AM” You can watch it here. it is 3×26 minute segments. I highly recommend it.

The film left me a bit unsettled after a critical view. It took me about 2 minutes to figure out why. Though it connects most of the dots fairly well, about how we as a part of creation and universe, could change things by better choices, it fails, (and this may be by intent on the part of the film maker) to elaborate on exactly how we ought to DO that: make the shift. Yes, it alludes to Love being the way. But it does not illustrate to the viewer how to connect to love, aside from making the choice to connect with others and in doing so, with better intentions and thought, the entire Universe will shift.

Surge

Surge

It will not. (Though yours may)

Here is why.

We are all designed as a part of the plan of the Grand Architect, to be individual lightning rods, so to speak, of the Light of the World. That light in fact, really is Sound. Some call it God. (I know I do) By it everything was created that is. Your spirit is your antenna, you connect to the sound and begin to broadcast light by a choice made via your soul.

The film leaves out that aspect. Big problem, creating an equation for change, and leaving out a principle integer, because you never come to the correct conclusion (The film examines integers)

In all teamwork, one must come under submission to a leadership. In response, what a good leader does, is create an environment that encourages the individual to grow, while under the larger umbrella of authority, and in turn do the same with others. That is also known as collaboration. In fact, that is the destiny of mankind.

The way our mortal world is architected spiritually (Think deeper than religion, think creative energy, think love) it acts as a barrier to that level of collaboration. It lies. At least on the face of things. Why? Oh, that goes back eons, to a choice an element of creation made to supercede the authority of the Creator and by choice put on a disguise that looks like love, but is only meant to deceive the rest of creation. It’s name is Adversary. It lives here. It is also called a messenger (angel) of Light

You will never get there by leaving out the key component, because you really do have an adversary.

Best to meet your collaborator today.

It begins with and in you, the entrance of light, and  to link with something regenerative, completely, immersively, creative and loving.

Yes it is your choice: destiny.

Or not.

Heritage

Heritage

Here is one of the greater messages in film I have  come across. It was made by Dana Saint and Gnarly Bay Productions.

The film is in a contest of sorts at Vimeo right now. Watch Story For Tomorrow here, and please, if it touches you, take a moment to weigh in on that.

Six

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011
Brightness

Brightness

The seventh installment of the serialization on loves. This one is on Light. I love light. It is one of a  few things which I have a very deep understanding of.

I had met the woman for the first time at a gathering of my girlfriend Donna’s¬† family. I first saw Barbara in a hotel room one beautiful, sunny afternoon, in Morro Bay, California.¬† It had been one of those postcard California days, spent doing something I would generally never be caught dead engaging in. The experience¬† left me with two words snared in mind.

There were several more occurrences. My home. Phone calls to Donna, her niece. Little messages and touchstones thrown skipping across the pond of Donna and I’s life together. Each time the staccato, resonating, tap tap of her¬† light, into and across my world, would create an echoing of the same two words from within me.

I never uttered what was on my mind as a result of our meetings. It is one of “those things” . I hesitate to comment on people who are my elders some times. The two words remained something I would come to appreciate though.¬† The experience is what caused the woman to be a light in my eyes.

The closer I looked, the more steady and clear it became: that glow she would emanate.

Hingham Gift

Hingham Gift

News came as much does: a phone call or note, hastily sent sailing into a full life with little space. But with that,  came the two words again to mind.

A battle, a wedding, a series of events, choreographed with hope, planning, and intentions well aimed. Again the two words rang out, and I remained silent, rather than speaking.

And the call came. A civil ceremony hastily assembled in the family home, and Donna’s cousin Stefanie was wed. Her mother Barbara, passed away a scant two hours after. Two words.

Plans dashed themselves to pieces. But then in a phone call from Stefanie, we learned her Mother’s wish was that everyone gather together regularly. There would be a memorial at a Church in Hingham Massachusetts that she loved. One of the things that I appreciate about Donna’s family, is that they seem to all be proponents of action. They are big on going and doing. It is indicative to me of their ancestry, which is deeply rooted in American History,

Donna and I strode up the steep drive which lead up to a majestic 16th century Church. The weather vane on the steeple and American flag waving in a cool breeze stood out against puffy white cumulous clouds scudding across a blue sky in a valiant replication of traditional Americana: post card style.

We were late.

Stef was standing in the doorway of what is known as the Old Ship Church, parts of which had been scavenged from a sailing vessel. A  cream tone dress, replete with red woven leaves highlit in black, chic knee height boots and dark hair framing pale skin,  she fit that diorama standing in the doorway.  Two words.

Leaving her post, she walked down to meet us and slipped her arms around Donna and I both, and we walked warmed, into the old church together. It was full. I think we were the last to enter.

Inside we quickly found a place to sit. On the way I saw Dusty, Barbara’s man, and slapped him on the shoulder, clasping his hand in mine. We shared a knowing smile. A man rising to the challenge of the day.

The Golden light of a Spring afternoon in Massachusetts flowed through old paned glass and into the wooden church, collecting in warm pools on oaken floors and a day which had dawned cloudy, rainy and cold, had blossomed in respite, as if in acknowledgment. It was a gift. So much like that day in Morro Bay, when we had first met Barbara.  Two words.

This song had come to mind. And peace flowed in that place amongst shards of glass which reflected all of that light. Memorials can be like that. When done well, they are about healing, and goodbyes and embrace, making the vessel broken, whole again. The light was there.

The service went sweetly forward as one by one, family and friends arose to speak on the day and passage of the life of Barbara Adams Bowers Valovic. Barbara’s cousin Susan Bowers Vergeront, read a poem which Dusty had written in the wake of her death. Both Donna and Stef managed messages that had the affect of a warm, melodious sonnet more than any stark indication of bereavement and loss.

All the while this was going on, two words kept pushing their way to the surface inside of me, much as eggs boiling in pot. I had thought about speaking of them. Public speaking and preaching in front of Church Congregations is nothing new to me. I have always felt very at home doing that. But I stopped myself. Often when we speak, as much as we try to avoid it, the message becomes about us. Barbara was strong in my heart and I fondled the words, keeping them close to me, not letting them go.

As the service ended we walked across the street, wet with melting snow, and into the big church meeting hall where tables were set, and a feast laid out on a long line of tables at one end of the huge space. As the day waned, the soft amber lights in the hall belied the warmth of being inside on a deepening New England evening.

Hanging back, and out of the way, camera in hand, I captured what I saw in as unobtrusive a manner as one could. Inside, the two words had dropped in tone and reactive timbre, to a mere simmer.  They slowly circulated and everywhere I looked, as things transpired, the words would slowly slide to the fore, then back to the bottom of the pot.

Donna and Stef were seated together.¬† Sort of out of nowhere, a green patterned ring binder plopped onto the table. Stef said simply:¬† “Someone who is very loving did this.”¬† As Donna opened the cover I could hear her audible gasp as a photograph leaped out in that amber light, surreal in it’s stark, telling detail.

Under a bright, emergency orange cover lay Barbara, head askew, plastic hose snaking up her chest and into an oxygen mask, in bed, in the front room of the home that she and Dusty had shared. It was what one would commonly refer to as a shock. It seemed out of context for the here and now, that death bed holding a body steadily asphyxiating, in the last stages of Lung Cancer.

As Donna, Stef and I paged through, we experienced their wedding day, and Barbara’s last hours on earth in the presence of those who love her. I was leveled by the magnitude of the gift. Light, and two words.

Donna closed the book, placing it back on the table. The two words softly floated up once again in that simmering pot, and wrapping my arms around Stef, from behind her, so she could not see, I whispered them in her ear.

“Well done.”¬† and then “I love you”. The two words, and light.

Life is really all about the light that you walk in.

We should all love and cherish that.

Here is a  great little commercial piece done for TC Bank. Highly recommend it. Sent along by Bill Babage.

Lightness of Being

Lightness of Being

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