IRIS onica

poesie

2010-03-17T00:50:00.000-07:00

Eu sunt Cerul sunt Eu

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Lumina de zbor

In pasi de nor

Apun incet pe ochiul tau aprins

Si ma intreb in clopot de alama

Cand chipul nedeschis

Incepe, se destrama

In ochi de nor-poveste

In lumi de dublu soare

In guri mari de smarald

In ochii lumii noi

In spuma apelor de dor

In ochi de suflu gri

O sulfura de-argint

Si aur de matase

A fluturilor copti

In palme de cer viu…

Aplec cantand pe cant

De toba vie, sparta,

Sunet prelung si plin

De-ocean aprins de mari

De mari aprinse-n grai

De pasari plutitoare…

Si n conuri de lumina

M-asez prelung si stau.

Oceanul palpaie-a speranta

Si-eu brusc zambesc corali,

Pesti mari si mici si plini,

Si roiuri plutitoare

Meduze multiforme

In stea de colturi mii

Si pasari foarte-acvatice

Si-ochi multi, flupaitori…

$i-eu sleampata si vie

M aplec spre-un colt de pod

Si prind cu aripa de abur

Un flutur de eter

Ce sboara viu si verde

prin plin ocean albastru…

si sbor si eu cu el.

Ma indoi si ma dezdoi

Si ma simt plata si lina

Ca o coala de hartie

Si ma intreb pe ochii streasina

De ce lumea se indoaie n afara

Inainte de a se ndrepta inauntru…

Omul e ca un melc

Trebuie sa intre in el ca sa ia forma infinitului.

Am sburat viu si lung

Prin cosmosuri straine

Am sburat viu si lung

Prin lumi rotunde

Am sburat viu si lung

Prin tot ce i mai frumos

Si am venit acum aici

Si incet m-absorb in natura

Unde totul e mangaiere

Si-unde ma simt eu.

Amintirea lumii mele .

Si privesc apoi ochiul omului.

Si l iubesc.

E ca o para de lumina, Omul.

Cand anii trec

Si te intrebi de sunt ei

Caci nu i simti

Nici timp nici spatiu nici nimic

Decat te gasesti in linistea ta

Din care fluvii de lumina ies

Din care fluvii de iubire ies

Din care fluvii de creatie ies

Si vrei sa sbori,

Sa sbori adanc

Spre lumi-lumina

Si sa te ntorci in spatiu gol

Unde nu e nimic

Decat pacea

Iti spui

Eu sunt

pacea

Pacea

Si atat doresti

Mi aduc aminte

Cand opaitul de lumina

Ce l duceam incet pe palme

Cand sburam aievea printre stele

Se clatina in sborul meu

Si se stingea

Aprindeam stele imprejur

Si priveam spre pamant.

Si ma chema.

Si atatea fluvii de lumina

Albastru viu si rece cald

Ma impresurau

Incat vedeam ochi

De oameni vii

Clipind speranta

Si multa chemare m a cuprins

Din toate partile, ca talgere de aur,

Si era grea chemarea.

Si am venit.

Cand spatiul ma absoarbe

Cand lumea ma destrama

Cand ochii ma privesc

Si ma privesc in gol

Ma prind de un colt de nor

Si sburd aiurea n cer

Si sunt din nou acasa.

Cand ochii sunt prea plini

De ochelari neclari

Cand aburii betiei

Amare de cuvinte

Ridica n pleoape-orbire,

Ma prind de un colt de nor

Si sburd aiurea-n cer

Si sunt din nou acasa.

Cand spatele mi-e plin

De lupta lumii-ntregi

Si ma apleaca n jos

Durerea celor multi

…

Ma prind de-un colt de nor

Si sburd aiurea-n cer

Si sunt din nou Acasa.

In miezul de speranta al lumii

Sta un future sa cada

Si in spatele scenei

O viespe de beton

Descanta ochi de var

Ai oamenilor morti.

Stau.

Sunt dreapta, invaluita in varul hainelor

Insa oamenii de creta

Stau lungiti in somnul-moarte

Pe pamantul vechi si mort

Si ii simt.

Si ma intreb

Somnul moarte

Ce e ,

Caci sunt in vant, in vantul mut

Si simt Momentul

Venind.

Si stau dreapta

Stau dreapta

Pentru cei adormiti in jurul meu.

In crestetul pamantului

Sboara un melc de-alama

Si ochii lui lungi de ceara

Se indoaie la fiecare mangaiere a lunii

Luna plina

A fiecarei luni

Goale de timp.

Norul viu cu norul viu cu norul viu

Tornada vie deasupra lumii de smarald

Incearca a se spirala spre om.

Si lumea de smarald se infasoara si adoarme

In fiecare punct al sagetilor de sulf

Pe care oamenii le implanta

De a curmezisul lumii sterpe

Unde nu exista

Nici viata nici moarte nici abur nici suspin

Ci doar stagnarea inimii

In carne…

Albastrul e prea mult

Si albul e prea mult

Pentru ochii ce nu vad

Rozasa culorilor vii

In templul inimii

Acolo unde si un singur suspin

Se transforma in fluvii musicale

Ce sboara aievea, sus

Spre cer..

In spatiul nedescris al inimii mele

O noua zi lipeste de norii plutitori

vazduhul de azi alb ca albul

Copt al mintilor de aur…

Si zambesc spre soare

Si soarele vesel de speranta

Imi zambeste inapoi

Si deschid ochii

Si ma regasesc in lumea mea

Si o simt mai aproape

Sta sa vina

Cluster de argint cu aur de nisip

Si-ocean fantastic in pleoape de topaz

Topaz de apa rece, adusa-n porii pielii

Scazuta de prin palme sortite mangaierii.

O poarta noua n cer

Deschide ochii lumii

Un sunet nou in gatul plantelor celeste

Se ndoaie linistit pe buze verzi de mare,

Soptind incet urechii refrene de lumina

Din spatiu, spatiu, spatiu, alunec in alt

Spatiu.

Si atunci, copilul bland

Se ndoaie si se ndreapta

Clateste o spirala

A buzunarului din piept

Pe vantul de cristal al soaptei lumii noi

Si se intinde viu, pe ochi de lumi speranta

Spre poarta unei zile, tot vesnic plutitoare

Si se intreaba zilnic mereu nacelasi soare

De unde asa soapta delung frematatoare

Ce i vine tot mai des pe la urechi si ochi

Si pe la palme n vant

Si pe la cantul ierbii

De-I tot anunta n vis si plin in reverie

Venirea lumii noi, de apa de lumina

O lume n soare alb

Si apa de cristal

Cu oameni de lumina

N-sbor lung si plutitor…

Cand pulsul vietii amaraste

Sperante pe nuferi de lumina

Cand ochiul stang al lunii ascute dintii-n cer

Cand norul cel ascuns in bolta gurii tale

Devine apa n palma,

M aplec si ascult de linia vietii

Sa uit ce a fost nescris.

Ce palma vie

De ceara am primit !

Ce susur vechi, strain, de munte

Coboara n ochii de smarald

Ce soapte nestemate

Eu simt in coltul lumii

Ce colturi ascutite

Prefac oamenii n lut…?

Pierduta n plina zi

O viespe de alama

Ma zuzuie in cap

In capul lumii mintii

Causului galetii

Paharului cutiei

Bomboanei de nisip

Ce o gusta-oceanu-n noapte.

Mi e dor de dorul celor trei

Planete de lumina.

Si sbor si ma inec

Si ma inec si sbor

Si arbori-capatai

De horn de casa noua

In pieptul tau cel plin

Cuprind o noapte vie

De arbori instelata

Cu Frunze verzi de apa

Si miriade mii

De alte felurite

Fiinte ne-inecate.

Si eu stau, si- astept, pe horn.

Poesia inimii

Piciorul ma urla

Gatul ma intoarce

Mana ma cuprinde

Ochii ma descos

Limba ma astupa

Sanul ma raceste

Degetele mi sboara

Doar inima mi ferice,

Palpita neinceput.

Cand taramul ti e prea mic

Si viziunea ti e prea mare

Cand stii soapta cea dintai

Din care totu-a-aparut,

Si admiri tacut cusurul vietii,

Cand ochii-ngana lumi de cer,

Cand spatele ti e plin de aripi

Crescute n alte lumi subit

Cand mana cauta caldura vie

A focului necontenit,

Ridica un ochi in cer

Si altul in tine

Si fi-vei fericit.

Si stii ca nu esti singur

Nu stiu altii cum sunt

Dar clipa inimii mele

E mereu aceeasi, dinaintea universului.

Ochii lor ma dor.

Ochii mei se scurg

In sus

Ochii lor ma cheama

Si eu stau aici.

Se clatina pecetea n spatiu

Se clatina lungimea n vid

Se clatina planeta n soare

Dar numai suflul sta sperand

O respiratie noua

Daca salcia palmei tale

Apune n vantul cerului inalt

Atunci din ochiul tau

Poate va creste o floare

Pe care eu o voi lua incet

Si o voi insamanta n planetele

Picioarelor tale.

Trag un zambet dupa mine

Si chiar daca se mai impiedica de cate o piatra a firii

Ramane la fel de elastic ca si ochiul meu.

Cateodata

Ma prinde soapta apelor straine

Si eu asud cuvinte si culori

Aduse pe pamant prin portile de jar

Ale planetei noi

Si guri de roua alba

Plutesc cuvinte printre nori

Si norii de cuvinte

Ning in vazduh oameni noi.

Aspru ma adapa noaptea cateodata

Ca un inorog de lut

Ce de prea mult sburat

Si a uitat picioarele prin cer

Si acum cu aripile

Se agata de pamant

Si deseneaza n corn.

Pasii norilor

In palmele caus desupra capului

Pulseaza mii de ochi-speranta

In lumi de noi lumini plutinde

Unde palmele se mbina

Se ntalnesc in ploaia vietii

Si lasa sborul viu

Sa cada in aripile oamenilor.

As vrea sa ma inec cu universul laolalta.

Mi e dor de cainele sborului

Ce in pas frematator

Isi lasa blana prin suspensii

De planete vii, ciudate

Iar picioarele-i n extensii

Isi parcurg drumul prin cer

Cer intors al casei vechi

Unde noptile c-urechi

Aud stropi de ziua noua.

Intre spatii reci, straine

De matase si de gol

Sta un melc placid sa cada

In fantana de namol, gura lumii ce se pierde n

Spatii vechi si despartite n

Tot ce e mai vechi pe lumea

Mintilor intepenite.

E de ajuns

Un singur oftat in ecou

Pentru ca lumea sa se intristeze.

Pentru ca lumea si a pus singura palnii goale in urechi.

Exista un ochi in tine care vede totul

Iar atunci cand rar clipeste

Tu devii pasare calatoare

Si de cele mai multe ori te infricosezi

De putinta ta

Si te ascunzi in causul fricii

Unde ti e bine si cald.

Si ramai semi adormit

Cu un ochi abia clipit.

Ascute ti ochii

Musca din cer!

Ridica ti bratele

Asculta cuvintele

Indreapta ti picioarele

Si intinde te spre inceputul lumii !

Cand ochii de arama

Ti asculta glasul vietii

Si soarele de jar

Iti canta n piept cuvinte

Si n degete culori,

Un soare nou apare n talpi

Si urca sus pe drumul spatelui

Pe gat, pe lang-urechi

Si ti intra n ochii vii

Clipind a raze noi.

Si-atunci esti fericit

Zambeste copile la soare

Si bucura te de ziua vietii !

De la plante poti invata evolutia.

De la nori poti invata lacrima ce hraneste viata.

De la un melc poti invata infinitul.

De la o pasare poti invata totul:

Sa sbori,

Sa sbori.

Ma ascund

Intre paltinii vietii

Si zburd aievea printre frunzisuri nestemate

Si ma intreb in zgura sipotului de apa

Ce oare va sa fie

Aceasta minunata zi de apa

Unde poate un singur om a cuprins

Talpa lumii intr un singur cuvant:

Sborul.

Nu stiu ce va fi

Cand oare va fi

Daca va fi

Pleoscaitul verde al firii albastre

Si soarele alb al noptii gri

Desprins de pe coala vietii

Unde un oarece Moebius

S a indoit dinadins

Zambind lumii din spatele hartiei…

As vrea o clipa

Pe dale de piatra noua

Piatra lunii pline

Sa ne lipim cu totii ochii

Intr un suvoi maiastru

De zambete de pleoape

Si sa plutim aievea

Neinceput

In viata

Oare pasii tai prin lume

Sunt pasii tai reali?

Sau pasii tai

Sunt pasii tai de lut

As vrea sa sbor

In pasi lungiti

Prin roiuri de lumini ascunse

In capete de nori prea plini

Si norii vii sa fie vesnic

Fiintele ce cel dintai

Mi au luminat cararea vietii

Cand pantecul cerului m a nascut.

Si as vrea sa sbor

Napoi in lumea de lumina

Caci ea doar ea

Mi e casa.

Cat e dorul de mare

Intr o lume absurda

Ce nu vede oaza de lumina

Vie, scantaietoare

Ce naste sori prelungi

De suflete inaripate

Si ma inec in valsul vietii

Si ma sbor printre nourii cei mai plini

De lacrimile apelor aprinse

Si carnea mi se smulge in neant

Si in sfarsit sunt eu, sunt eu nesfarsit

Ce prostie e lacrima

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2010-03-13T09:22:00.000-08:00

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Mai jos aveti o inregistrare a lui Inge la 18 ani, in prezenta lui Drunvalo Melchizedec.

taken from Spirit of Maat --- http://www.spiritofmaat.com/archive/oct1/inge.htm

When my mother was giving birth to me, she was in a great deal of pain. So much pain that the doctors sent her to have an ultrasound to find out why she was hurting so much. In the room with the ultrasound was an Indian girl who looked at my mother and said, ''This is not an ordinary baby. She is more curious than normal. But she doesn't want to be born.'' So my mom has known since I was born to expect a child that was different somehow.
When I was just a baby in my cradle, I used to float my stuffed animals to the other side of the room with my thoughts. Or I would ''grab'' my toys with my eyes, and throw them. When she saw this, my mother knew it was true that I was not an ordinary baby. And so, from the very beginning, she began to protect me.
I remember how my father loved to smoke cigars, and I used to tease him when I was little by making his cigar box lift up from the table to a vertical position. It was so much fun.
When I was older, my mother would tie my hair in braids, because she liked it that way. But I didn't like my hair in braids, so the moment she was done, my hair would dramatically spring back to the way it was before. She could hardly believe it when she saw this happen. No matter how firmly she tied them, my braids would always come undone immediately. I wasn't trying to do it on purpose -- but I knew that I was doing it.
Sometimes when I would get sad, or even depressed, I used to play with my psychic abilities in various ways. Doing this would cheer me up and make me feel happy and secure and full of joy.
In school, I was always in another world. When I would look up from a dream state, my teachers would look at me and ask what was wrong with me. Sometimes I used to fight with gremlins which my teachers insisted were ''not there.'' So why would I end up having bruises on my body? My teachers talked to my parents on several occasions because of my so-called imaginary states, and because I was doing stuff that other kids evidently don't do.
I also loved to talk to the trees and plants, or even to myself. When adults would ask me who I was talking to, I would tell them -- but they didn't seem to understand. Eventually, I found that I didn't like to have people around; it just felt so much better to be alone. And so I didn't have any friends as I grew up, and I never understood what was going on around me, since I was always somewhere else in my mind doing things that apparently were unusual.
It was very difficult for others, I know, but it was very difficult for me, as well. Thank God my parents always understood what was going on, that I had their full support. My grandparents also supported my way of being.
Since it was so difficult for me as I grew up, I started to get scared about this situation with my psychic abilities, so I began to pay more attention to the psychic happenings around me and what they meant. I always believed that there had to be something else beyond this material world. For instance, I could always know what was going to happen in the future. There had to be other worlds, other dimensions, other kinds of people. This just couldn't be all there was. Recently when my mother, Emma, saw the movie, The 13th Floor, she said to me, ''This is my daughter, this is you.''
Though there was great pressure on me to be normal and to stop using my psychic abilities, I definitely did not stop. They seemed too important to just give away.
Finally, I found a teacher who helped me. His name is Memo -- Se�or Guillermo Altamirano -- and he lives in Mexico. He had studied with an Indostan teacher since he was thirteen years old, and his teachings helped me to understand what I was going through. It was Memo who taught me to see with my hands and feet. He has taught over a thousand children to see in this same way.
He would blindfold us so that no light would come to us, and then he would have us see a TV screen inside our minds. This screen would let us see whatever it was that we needed to see. If a new student could not see the screen within a couple of weeks, he would have the child go back home. After a while, he would have us see little tiny screens around the outer edge, with the bigger screen in the middle. These little screens gave us more detailed information. I have found after doing this for many years that, in most cases, I don't need to use the screens anymore. I ''just know'' whatever it is that I need to know. The information just comes to me, and I feel it in my body like a chill and the hairs stand up on my skin, and I ''know.''
At this time in my life I am changing. Even when I read now, I no longer read in the normal way, and choose instead to read inwardly. If I am looking at a license plate on a car, I close my eyes and see it inside. It all seems so much more natural and easy. You can blindfold me and hand me a picture of your house, for example, and I can see it, and more, I can see throughout your house and tell you what I see. But there is more, and I want to go deeper, now, into what all this means. I want to be able to explore the idea of actually going into these spaces and making them real -- so real that I am actually there in my body. There is more to this, and I can't help being pulled in this direction.
I have always seen things from at least two points of view -- from the ordinary world, and from the world that I live within. And now I realize that being different, and seeing and knowing in this way, has helped me all my life to be secure, to have values, and to be more mature and a lot happier than many other children are.
There are explanations beyond modern medicine and science for how these psychic things can happen. There are ways of seeing and knowing that transcend everything that is known in modern physics. I can't explain this, but I ''know.''
And there are many, many children like me being born today. So if your own kids are doing something similar to what I have experienced, don't be afraid or worried about their behavior. They are okay. Just love them and support them. Let them know they are different, and honor this difference.
This difference is why we are here. This difference will be that which brings new life and hope to this old and tired world.

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Portals

2010-02-16T06:36:00.000-08:00

The next portals will be 'The Joy of Life' and 'The Voice of the Earth' brought forth to you through images.
The joy of life is visible in every breath, plant, sun beam or soul. Also Earth is speaking loudly. It s time to listen to her.

a fost:

'Lumea e fascinanta. Inaintea ochilor nostri se astern zilnic minuni ale existentei care abia asteapta sa fie vazute. Culori plutitoare, pasari de lumina, zambetul unui nor, o frunza a carei nervuri oglindesc constructia intregii naturi… si toate astea traiesc la unison in tine, impreuna cu infinite alte lumi. Trebuie doar sa ti deschizi ochii.

Realitatea este atat de vasta si uimitoare, incat practic nu are limite. Iar daca incerc sa exprim in imagini tot ceea ce vad in om si in jurul lui, ma incalcesc.

De asta am creat un portal; acolo unde nu mai este nici un gand , nici o constructie, nici o incercare. Un portal de la inima la inima care te invita sa vezi lumea cu alti ochi – tot ai tai, dar dintr un alt unghi. Al realitatii invizibile din jurul tau, dar care o poti vedea doar explorand in tine.

Arta mea nu e despartita de viata. Sunt unul si acelasi lucru. Cum imaginile expuse sunt fiinte, fragmente vii din realitate, simt ca nu le mai pot incaseta nici inrama. Le am lasat sa prinda aripi in spatiu, spre tine.'

umbro

2010-01-06T04:35:00.001-08:00

Ar fi vrut sa sara , brusc, deasupra a toate si tuturor. Sa nu se mai simta, sa nu si mai simta corpul, membrele, sa nu mai simta ca isi misca ochii ca sa vada, ci sa poata vedea pur si simplu totul deodata ! atunci ochii i ar deveni planete, stelele suflet, corpul un cosmos...

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i'm a crystal child

2010-01-04T15:51:00.000-08:00

" look , the sky is filled with stars !" said the boy gazing, longing at the depths above him

" yes my child" the grandfather whispered softly "they are all inside you, boy"

"what about the triangle, the square and the circle in my room corner, grandpa? what about them?"

"they will get you there. just pick a star and you ll See"

My Best Friends

Source,

Nature,

Crystals,

(this is my lemurian friend)

and some people.

My Inner World

2009-12-28T15:59:00.000-08:00

I grew up in my inner world. Somehow, the world of art and imagination helped me be myself throughout my life, making me honestly believe for a long period of time that the way I perceived things around was actually the way things were around, and most of all, I thought that people around me were the same in having this same endless inner world. That protected me in a way, letting me be free. At a point in life, things happened that really shook me and I realised this was not the truth. They were followed by a profound experience that has revealed to me I was a -what's labeled today- a 'crystal child'. From that moment on, everything became clear.
I was and am a truth seeker. I started to see around much better, understand the way people live their life and how they understand life. And then I started to search for ways of aligning the two 'worlds' I lived into one.
I was conscious that there was this eternal light within the human being, and that this light is truly everything that matters. It cannot be dimmed out. Because it is the universal substance of creation.
It is this Light for why I am here.

I always wanted to Communicate. As I grew up I found myself an alien in this world of 'socialising' that seemed to me just a shadow of truly Living life. That caused me great suffering that I was only letting out when I was alone. There is this Communication that I always longed for that simply is. I remember this Communication. It is the place where there is no illusion of separation. It is a communication that is thelepathical and instant. It is a communication of mind but one going through the heart. There is noo need for languages or signs in this communication. It is the instant communion of two spirits. I feel I have it and by coming here it was dimmed out. I found myself texpressing this Communication out since my birth through drawings, through language and through art, through the most pure forms of spiritual expression in this material world, trying to reach that inner light, but even so, I feel I can barely express all that I want to express in art and literature. They are anyway the 'tools' of reaching people's lights, for I feel complete in any moment when i create through the heart.

My inner world is real and limitless. When I am alone I can communicate much better than when I am surrounded by people. I also know that from the greatest silence and stillness staying in the dark, may come the brightest light. There must be inner peace for you to discover yourself. Out of all life experience, the moments when I stay in the dark at night and dive within the endless inner world are among the most real moments in my life, that I can only bridge to outer life when I find myself alone in nature, may it be day or night. Nature is a bridge between worlds. This divine creation growing on our Earth is a portal for our spirits, that can shine through passing many dimensions.
I also love communicating with the trees. And feeling their energies. For me, every tree is an expresson of the way the universe is created and works; a pattern. We have it in front of our eyes, each passing day. Just go to a park and contemplate a tree. You'll find yourself finding out more about the universe and about yourself.
There are new insights to my inner world that I discover daily. I started to travel through space. I feel there is so much more I can discover. There are many dimensions of our existence and in order to travel through space, one must re-connect with them.

...When I was very little, I was gazing one night at the stars and in that moment I realised that they were within me. I realised that Everything is within me; all the stars above me, all the worlds, all the universe, all the people, the entire Conciousness. I remember then looking at my palm and moving my fingers, and that really was a miracle for me- I was consciously moving my fingers ! I was so happy I was Conscious of myself, because I knew I can discover the universe through me. I was consciousness! I realised that Everyone around holds within, in this sacred space of light, Everything. That each one of us have this space within that if we reach, we become One with Everything. That is what we truly are.

It was a discovery that has become my life path.

There is something great that I feel unveiling each passing day within, and there is a great joy and contemplation for Life I hold without. I feel that I know so little now, but I feel I've opened a door that will lead me to extraordinary experiences. L i f e ' s M a g i c !

my dream

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I dream of a world of light, where there is only a feel of unity, where every conscious being is conscious of this unity with the entire universe. There are moments when my love for this world is so intense and great that I would turn in infinite pieces just to become one with everything. I came out from that world of light, and my only problem is that I don t know how to express at once all this world inside me. I know I have quite a road to walk on this plane to express all this world of light but I also feel somehow, it's happening with each step I take.
I want to live to see the world opening to the infinite freedom of light and power of creation lying dormant within.
that's what I call the cosmic human being.

What does a face do without the whispers of will? What does a heart do without the love? What does a mind do without the world it lived in? What could a piano do without its sound? Where all this tremedous music of burning souls and flying lights comes from? There is no abstract being in this world. There is only light, and the winged beings are flying softly through this world, having their quiet part in arranging the energies. They are so invisible to everyone. What if there would only be your heart and mind? What if? For the one that merges within, this world of matter seems a speck in the infinite. We are so little yet so great.

There are so many paths, there are so many images, there are so many different dreams and inner universes as how many beings are. There is such a contemplation for me in this world. We are so different, so unique...but we have a bridge to eachother, and that bridge passes through the Heart.
There is beauty in every moment

digital

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halo

the cave

floating

Homo Spiritus

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ma mistuieste cosmosul din mine

The Whole universe lies in a single energy being. Since a little child, when I first realised that Everything Is Within Me while gazing at the stars, I have been fascinated of the potential that lies within human beings. I only know that in the future (in time terms) man will be able to travel through the universe, meet other (oh, there are so many!) civilisations, communicate by telepathy (we ve been doing that already, some of us) and act and create through the power of thought.

This is the base where my graduate thesis took birth, my passion for the potential of the Human Being : the cosmic human being and it's worlds.
It's presentation will take place in the Summer of 2010.
Being a Fine arts thesis, my studies will be enhanced on visual depiction.
We all assist nowadays to the expansion of Homo Sapiens into Homo Spiritus and the feeling of it makes me cluster with joy.

As my studies will get further, I will happily return with new postings. It's a journey that we All share, so stay close ! :)

23 nov 2009

I woke up this morning and i just realised better the 'shape' of the Universe-Being and consequently of the transfer of conciousness. This world is such a vague shadow of reality. I think it's the only 'place' (only using 'place' it is !) where conciousness is still trapped by duality - from here came the transfer of the universal substance of light into matter - the conciousness of man living the separation has transposed the creation substance in materiality - objects, technology, letting it 'out' , in the duality stage instead of transmutting it though self. man has caged himself with his own perception. and now he s afraid of himself. why would you be afraid of yourself ??

it s impossible to try to put in shape - in drawing - the 'form' of the universe, the being. it s impossbile to give shape to the shapeless

even though... in this strage world there is a shape that expresses the non-shape, that has been with me since my birth. it's maybe the bridge that helps me connect the concrete world to the light world.

i found the image of Homo Spiritus

floating through the atmosphere 27 feb 2010

my thought for today

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cum sa nu explodezi in Viata cand lumina ti e calauza pretutindeni ?

rising my eyes within souls and heading to my Moment!!!!

photos of the divine18th mar 2.59pm

sa admiri frumusetea vietii e un lucru neinceput. sa admiri frumusetea noptii e un cant apus in somn. sa cresti in tine e o minune

15 mar

life is so beautiful. why people are afraid of it.why people invent constructions to filter it.

11 mar

from time to time i close my eyes and i watch my colours and the colours of the people around me.

today i ve found something fascinating

10march

vad lumi intregi in cer
si faguri de lumina
pe spatii nestemate
si mi amintesc din viitor
...ce bucurie n palme..si ce Sbor..! !

9 mar

i can see all the multiverses in the blue sky surrounded my multishaped clouds in the endless sun light...

i see a piece of land diving under water, like an island. and i see two other pieces of land rising up again, like two brown dots out of the blue liquid of the ocean

7 mar

cea mai mare bucurie din lume ramane bucuria de a crea impreuna cu universul

6 mar

daca ochiul tau
ma absoarbe in cetina noptii
atunci eu am sa strang pumnii tare
si am sa te cuprind
in suflul meu
si am sa te respir, mereu

caci
Primavara e ziua vietii !

5 mar

light beings on my eyes' roof
floating mushrooms in my palms
greenish flowers on my breast
a crystal drop on your belly
dances bodies through the mist
of Life.

4 mar

green with green with green with green. the mistery of light is light itself.

1 mar

I feel i really know Nothing

28 feb

oh... i feel my mind so little ..i want to grasp All and share it !!!

3 pm

m am trezit si tocmai am constientizat mai bine 'forma' omului-univers si imediat al transferului de constiinta. lumea asta e ciudata . cred ca e singurul 'loc' - (si prin 'loc' zicand chiar este !!) in care constiinta mai e prinsa in starea de separatie. - de aici transferul substantei luminoase universale in materie - constiinta omului fixata pe trairea separata a transpus substanta de creatie in stare materiala - obiecte, blocuri, tehnologie lasand o 'afara', in separatie in loc sa o transmuta prin sine. s a inconjurat cu cusca propriei perceptii. si i e frica de sine. cum sa ti fie frica de tine ?

e imposibil sa incerci sa pui in forma - in desen - 'forma' universului, adica a omului. e imposibil sa dai forma la ne-forma.

si totusi in lumea asta ciudata exista o forma care exprima neforma, si care m a calauzit de mica aproape invizibil. e poate puntea de legatura care ma ajuta nespus sa leg lumea de betoane de lumea de lumina.

am gasit imaginea Homo Spiritusului

im so happy flupy

flupaind prin atmosfera 27 feb

cateodata dimineata m arunc prea tare pe geamul vietii si ma intorc apoi in camera cu multe cucuie asezate atent in forma circulara pe vreun colt de cap. parca am prea multe coroane de cucuie acum, si paru-mi sta arboriscent...
am sa mi schimb capul cu o frunza fluieratoare.

26 feb

the closest image description possible of

the way you look like.

ce bucurie mai mare decat sa te nasti pentru a contempla Viata? ce bucurie mai mare decat sa existi pentru a te bucura de existenta? ce bucurie mai mare decat sa te bucuri de bucuria lumii, si sa pictezi laolalta cu universul bucuria existentei impreuna?
cum as putea picta oare recunostinta existentei?...

...voi incerca.

si muntii si padurile si apele lumii si lumea de lumina si oamenii de var si norii de furtuna, si toti iti zambesc caci sunt in tine. si tu esti in ei.

totul nu i decat o bula mare de lumina.
25 feb

what a beauty lies ahead in the human sphere. i think that only if a small amount of spirits envisioning a world of light and peace would center themselves at the angles of the earth's grid, everything will just change in a glimpse.

have you ever thought that world of beauty can appear just with a blink of an eye...? :)

this music within me is so....divine. earth is singing her life. just hear it. just hear it.

the night of 24 feb

i went to the woods today. and i spoke to a tree deep in the woods. and he helped me. yes, it was a he. what a soft voice trees have....it s so beautiful to talk to them... i turned back with the rest of my music spranging full in my head.

23 feb

sunny day, the sky of my music. I hope i will make it hearable. i'm so excited that i ll go out kiss the trees. people even seem more happy today. like always, i'm a silent observers mingling the arms in the air, feeling the beat of the world and noticing everything around. i feel a new vibe in the air.
some new stuff coming soon !
thank you for being here
muhehehe

:D
10 a.m .22 feb 2010

mihihihi huhuhuh hahahahaaa hihihihiiiiiiii
i think it s time for big bumpy laughter
mihihihi

19 feb

I asked my sixth me: What are you doing floating like crazy through those clouds? She's changed the night boat with a extraordinary world hanging up in the skies. I've been there daily in the past two weeks and is quite incredible. She told me she started something new and that she's showing me the future. I feel a feeling inside that is so familiar that at some moments I almost feel home. I'm so curious what's going to happen

18 feb

'we are strong' said the chief warrior tingling his blue stone between his fingers.
the boy looked in the mirror. what a strange turn to my life.... the room was opaque. he suddenly took his sword leaning behind the mirror, bended strongly his knees, and left in a haste to the burning east.

8 feb

'grownup' is so boring

kid'z great and full !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7 feb 2010

intrebare ntrebatoare !
?ce e mic rotund verde si albastru si palpaie frumos?

6 feb

ce poate fi mai frumos decat sa stai la o cafea cu soapta armonica a spatiului...
in noaptea asta vorbeam cu universul la o ceasca aburinda, si valatuci de lumina rotunda ieseau din discutia noastra. .. ce frumos, imi spunea el ! imi apar mereu imagini ale 'formei' cosmosului cand vorbesc cu el. asa dialog minunat nu am intalnit niciunde altcumva! si pentru ca prietenul meu cel mai bun, cosmosul, a fost mereu atat de prietenos cu mine, i am mai oferit o ceasca din ideile mele entuziaste..

si atunci am decis .
sa transcriu o carte, cu tot cu imagini, doar despre prietenul meu cel mai bun :)

pe curand

3 feb

'what would make you happy and fullfilled, boy?' said grandpa while gazing at the boy lookin up on the skies.

the boy nodded.. looking inwards ..
'to...to...Express myself. freely. every moment, every moment..in eternity. nothing more...just to express myself'. he turned the glowing palm to his old good grandpa and smiled at him with his eyes glowing with hope '...to infinitely express the Beauty of life... that would really fullfill me Grandpa ...!!!'

the old man looked at him, and he smiled

2 feb

many layers, many worlds, all is here and now. the snow is falling softly on the ground. it melts, like light turns to color.

1 feb

the dream with the different holograms of me i had two days ago was followed this morning by a dream where i was living some anwers for this reality. he main idea is the there's no difference between what is called 'dream' and 'reality' in human perception. if you can grasp this into its core, then you ve found a great piece of Truth.

maybe ill return later with some posts concerning more detailed info...

30 jan

my steps are getting closer and closer to that beach at night. there is not much left. there is to happen.

i've dreamt i was made of infinite layers and worlds in the same time, like a hologram. I was talking to others and other myselves and having this great joy of the idea of sharing this truth out there :)

28 jan

present has become one with past and future.
there is a world at a seashore. i must get there. really fast

26 jan ?

daca as fi cal, as avea un corn in frunte
:))
22 ian

my thought for today is like a clumsy letter trying to jump out of my floaty brain, with no results. so i thought helping my thought with a thought of a staicase driving to my voice. but my letter slipped on a stair and fell down in my stomach. now it s playing with some orange juice i just had.
the world is an orange tree

the floaty day of 20th january

there is stillness here. only stillness. the first thing apprearing in that stillness is love. and from love all the infinte creation takes place

e tacerea in mine. apoi din ea trasare la un moment dat iubirea. iar din iubire, apoi toata creatia apare.. si iar...si iar...

it s a strand of light

18 ian

la la la la la la lalalalalalala LA LA LA...
Life is Great !!!
:D
iohm, i just lov it

16 jan

You know, I have 7 'me'-s in me. I was just talking now to my third me and she says she s 'greatly happy that I listened to her'. i start to think she had a previous chat with my first me...otherwise I can't see the motif for her big grin smug face right now ...hm.

15 jan

omul e ca un melc: trebuie sa intre in sine pentru a lua forma infinitului.

man is like a snail: must get inside himself to take the shape of eternity.

(imi place imaginea, am sa o pun la noua mea carte blink blink)

6 ian

I'm not sure I want to make movies anymore. I am the movie of my life.
I preffer to share the fantastic Reality with people around me, not share a screen to a virtual reality with the others.
Because, you see, the fantastic world existing on that screen, actually exists in this very reality :)

5 ian 2010

take my hand. we ll go to the magical place in the new years eve. we ll pass through the portal to the world of light

27 dec

Azi am pasit intr un colt de rai. A fost frumos. Inca il mai am pe talpa.

26 dec

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

i feel the whole world inside me

23 dec

once upon a time there was a little mermaid walking on the beach.

22 dec

cadoul meu de Craciun pentru voi toti va fi Umbro, cartea mea, disponibila gratis pe blog. o vei putea da jos printr un simplu clic.
muheheheeheee

soon !

:)
19 dec 2009

" who am i? why am i here on earth? why am i here on earth now? why, from all the universe, here? i am spirit, but why do i have this shape? and if i am spirit, why don't i remember all? have i forgot at all? and why and when? is 'when' really a question? time is just a convension for layered dimensions. once you ask, you search. once you search, you start to find. but find what? higher dimensions, meet other beings. of course i love to travel, i would do that all my universal existence. travel between worlds. but why all the travelling? why all this urge for evolution? for going back to essence. but why did it left the essence? one would say it never left the essence, you r e just a tiny bit of You, in this shape here. but why am i a tiny bit? why am i not conscious of my whole? as i feel myself living on other dimensions, why don t i know myself entirely this very moment? because i catch particles of it. what am i? stardust. light. pure light. i am light. then why this shape. and again , why here, why now, why this shape? and where all the beings alike, equally passionate in this search? cause i've met none.

I want to go back to my world."

the student nodded the head. he looked in the mirror. then he looked on the skies outside. it was the Moment. the student does not need a life of this kind for the Moment. for the Moment is eternal. that's where his soul is now.

from the scrolls of thought

18 dec

De ce trebuie sa mi iau talpa cu mine? O vreau lipita de suprafata lunii.
17 dec 2009

- ... what   if ...

15dec

where would one go if there would be no sense of 'home' inside?

14 Dec 2009

man's destiny is in the heart. heart's destiny is in the stars

13 Dec 2009

traieste cu toata daruirea

There s such a joy within again, that I cannot describe. What is to be is.. . It's a brightest dawn on the shores of a sea; I feel the sand touching my feet; my dress is soaked with water, and it seems the water sticking the pale dress to my cold skin is actually a white silk playing piano on my senses. My lungs feel like white cathedrals and I contemplate the song of the sea...the everwhite sea.

11 12 2009

Tell me why we live to die

10 dec 2009
man forgot. immortality.

Every Christmas is actually a infusion of extraordinary energy covering the Earth. Every Christmas I wanted to fly high to the stars. I would only want that this december take me to a natural place, I could dive in the so visible stars above me. I miss the night sky groaning with stars, flying deep within me on a peaceful, silent, savage landscape, where I become totally One with the cosmos.
..............I haven t seen the sky for a long time. It's cloudy here.

9 dec 2009

Vreau sa fac Omul sa zboare. vreau sa i dau aripi.

tot azi

there s appearance of solitude on this road. but the greatness unveils many layers of perception. for the turth is sought.

8 dec 2009

"... that even dreams are real"

6 Dec 2009

I think I'm starting to fully understand my heart and consequently my path. All the fire within my soul was mirrored for such a long time in imaginative constructions of the deepest emotions transposed in life circumstances. The built up layers have fallen, as the inner truth reveals itself. I always mirrored in people my deepest feeling of Cosmic love. On a level less accesible in this world. That level was not visible for the others around most of the time, and is still not. Since a kid my inner fire has seached a way to express itself and flown in the greatness of cosmic Love projected in the perfect image of the archetipal soulmates. I wasn t aware that my vision upon world was soooooooooooooooooo far away from the people's vision upon world. And I wasn t aware simply because I live life through different lenses. My love for this world was consequently projected in the idea of a perfect love that can exist between two souls, where I could completely give all the love. The ever existent soulmates. I couldn't understand why the fire was not felt the same from the opposite direction, over and over again. In a perfectly conditioned world, I was feeling the unconditional. I still do. But what was a construction to hold possible the expression of my inner fire has greatly fallen. Love doesn t go along with any soulmate imagery.Because this Great Fire within me is love coming from the Source to the whole world. I am aware of the eternal Oneness.

Love is.

5 Dec 2009

I feel an intense feel of happiness within me today. I don t know where it's coming from, but I somehow know :)
A white pegas is floating around. There are no problems, but solutions.

4 Dec. 2009

I found the way. I can't believe it, but I actually found it. It's carefully enclosed in the Emerald Tablet no. 4.

3 Dec. (pouring outside) 2009

There must be a way to circle the planet. But fast, really fast. Like an etheric superjet :) And it must have everything to do with art. I must find a way till tomorrow...

2 Dec 2009

To be or not to be. Relative-ly,
it seems, for some.

1 Dec 2009

Two days ago I"ve dreamt an airplane. Last night I've dreamt a flying car. I wonder if the sense of flight in my dreams is just a need to fly ....because I left my wings spreading through my works. It's hard to gather them again. I would refer to my wing maker :)

30 nov. 2009

The altimarian heart is greener than the greenest human thought of healing Earth...

29 nov. 2009

I'm melting through the rain drops pouring outside my door and thinking of a way to become a rainbow.

28 nov 2009

I would not need anything but my inner world and some outer enthusiasm to make a magic orchestra. Yesterday I was the conductor for two times, and then I transformed to a violin. I don't know what will happen today, but I want to be the conductor again.

27 nov. 2009

I was woken up this morning by a celestial music. It was surrounding my being, as all the galaxy's organs were circling my senses. My eyes opened in the skyies flourishing on the window in front of me, but it was anoher realm. The skyes were unveiling the most beautiful tones, as the purest soul had just painted them. I was conscious I woke up through a gate of perceptions. I was standing at the window , yet I was flying through the colors. I was the colors. My soul got so enthusiast that my mind thaught I must return & share this extraordinary sky with everyone else. I turned and grabbed my camera and as I was taking the first picture, I knew it was impossible to 'share' it this way...

Now I look at the skyes. They smile at me and whisper about my childish enthusiam :)

The skies of 26 nov 209

"Remember, remember, the fifth of
          November, the gunpowder treason and
          plot. I know of now reason why the
          gunpowder treason should ever be
          forgot."

If I would turn my artworks into portals, there would be great bonfires for you. Not that V would not arrange some things for that, but he rather asked me who I'm going to invite there. Well, I think that doesn t depend on me.

the very sunny day of 25 of nov 2009

As if there will ever be a palm holding the lines of evolution, there is the central axis of man. I don't know how one can t see this, but it s so visible that
the everflying soul should be the first to play on it as a musician plays a harp with only one string. there s a beautiful sound swarming the atmosphere. I'm playing the piano of your heart.

the sunny day of 24 nov 2009

What if there would be an inch of love within every index finger of every hand of everyone . I think we would circle Earth so many times in just a day, only by touching our fingers. and next day we would wake up in a brand new world.as a new sky would appear in our souls.
that sky is home.

23 nov 2009

Everything is so possible. I've met today a very friendly spirit of light. :) I love life. Look around. Everything is actually made of light. It's the universal substance.

22 oct 2009

I/ve made a new song :

This world is magic !!!! Thiisssssss wooooorrrrllldd issss maaaaaagggiiiic. This woooorld is maaagic, this woooooorld is magiiiiiiic , thiiiiiiis woooooorrld is magic, this world is magic, this world is magic, this world is magic, this world is magic, this woooorld is magiiiiic , this wooooooorllllllllllllddd is maaaaaaaagic..... This wooOOrld is MaaAaagic.............THIS WORLD IS MAGIC !

I know, it 's simply genial.
AND you have full permission to sing it :D !!!

love,
Iris

29th sep. 2009

one day a little mushroom met a giant one ,and the little mushroom told the giant
one: get the planets closer ! :D the giant mushroom went looping around.

There's a world where only light exists, and everything is shaped out of light. That's the world I miss so much. I miss my world...

23rd sep 2009

world

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about me

2009-09-12T13:21:00.001-07:00

This blog is still in a completion process. As there will be new pages appearing soon, I choose to remain close to you on this blog. This is going to be my place of sharing everything.

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Bine ati venit pe bloguniversul meu! Acest blog este mereu in completare .
Pana la finisarea site ului in mai multe limbi cu interfata in Romana, voi ramane aproape de voi pe blog.
Va invit sa descoperiti lumea fascinanta a artei !!!

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Welcome to my page. You will find here inter-dimensional spirits, views upon the global shift nowadays, creatures of light and colour, and your own thoughts transformed into images.Your own mind is a resourceful inspiration for my artistic expression, together with your emotions. They build up the universe I'm sharing visually with you.

Soon, I hope I will publish that universe in a series of books. Can t wait to finish my project :)

I come from stars. They are my home, as the most joyous moments

in my life are those when I embrace the stars at night,

along with the whole universe. I also love to

go in nature at night and stare until I can

see the Milky Way slowly appearing on the endless sky. From that moment on,

I dive in my inner flying. And I fly my eyes over the galaxies.

My biggest dream is to fly again through the universe and express all the Beauty that lies in the Human Being. You may not know it yet, but within you is so much light that cannot be described in any art, and I can barely touch it. At this level, you are my life.

My belief is that humans can fly. I don't have a clue how, but I feel that

at a certain point in the future, people will be able to actually fly

by their own.

I hope I'll be there to experience all that I'm feeling now.

I was born to be free in Romania in a stormy and sunny day altogether in April. Being a little kid I was communicating with white shapes that my parents were telling
that 'are not there' and that were moving through the room. Later I transposed them in drawings.
I'm ambidextre, and I use to mirror write and read the books upside down in mirror.

I've always loved drawing. I started to draw at 2, and mirror write at 3. One of my first drawings still is on the ceiling of a room in my first house (I had a upper level bed): it's a little elf staying in a shoe with a pointy hat on his head, drawn at 3. I remember making exhibitions for my parents with special tickets in our house and happily 'inviting' them to share my paintings. :) My passion moved forward in kindergarten where I was drawing and making up theater scenes and stories for the rest of the kids. I my first grades my biggest joy was to write stories for my class mates and read them at the end of the classes. Each story was somehow a parable about an inner human value I described through the telling. They enjoyed so much listening to the tales, along with the teacher. And I was so happy.

Since then, drawing went hand in hand with writing. They are equal pieces of the same

artistic universe.

As a teenager, I was almost totally absorbed by visual art. I started to write again,

and since then literature goes along with visual expression.
I also enjoy writing poetry, writing scripts together with inventing the places, characters and their clothes,
dive in the music of life and most of all, explore the depth of the universe through many existent dimensions.
The is no border line for expression through art in this universe. There is music in color and shapes in writing.

My biggest dream is to share the beauty i see in the universe with the whole world

my art

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All that i want to share in my images is the beauty of life that exists in this universe beyond matter. there is so much beauty in this world that makes me feel incredibly humble, grateful and happy for being able to express to people all that is...

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The Solar System

media: pencil on paper

size: 70/70 cm

price: reserved

view from the astral plane..

size: 60/40 cm

media: pen on high quality paper

Remembering the Mankind's dreams of flight...

detail of Aurae

The Swarm Butterfly

media: mixed media on paper

size: 100/70 cm

price:

osiris or Death is life

media : pencil on paper

size: 60/80 cm

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One of the beloved protective spirits flying around me. It was so happy to be portrayed :)

media: pencil on paper

size: 50/100 cm

price: Reserved

Archangel Uriel with his solomonic seal

media: pen on paper

size 100/70 cm

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detail of Solomonic Seal of Uriel

Child's Merkaba

The purity of the energetic light-body of a child. We are all children after all..:)

media: pencil on paper

size: 70/70 cm

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This is The Cosmic Tree, the core of light in the Universe and the creator of all life manifestations. The tree's roots are reflection of human manifestations in opposition to universal harmony. I felt the presence of Archangel Uriel while creating this cosmic image, and Uriel appeared in the image as the circular symbol in the center of the tree.

size: 100/70 cm

media: pencil on paper

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detail

A self-portrait

There's a wonder and a thunder out there in the world. And I'm staring at people's Life paths

media: digital art, printed collage, and pen on paper

size: 50/70 cm

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Julia

A portrait of a dear friend...

media: digital art printed on paper ( this is the unique artwork. Due to the loss of the digital image, it;s not possible for the image to be printed again)

size: 44/82 cm

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This is a version of the Cosmic Tree I am so fascinated of. The Cosmic tree is the visual expression of the entire Universe and of the Source.
With any knowledge of it, I intuitively drawn the symbol of Sirius - what s called the sirian seal in the middle. I only found out the symbol actually exists long after that.

size: 100/45 cm

media: acrylic on canvas

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detail of the Cosmic Tree

This is the Thought of Hope. The Thought of Hope is one of the strongest Thoughts that humans create in the Noosphere. The Noosphere is going to develop to an exhibition project.

size 50/70 cm

transformations that occur on Earths vibrational plane.

size 50/70 cm

Death is Life. A work from the Egyptian Iris-Osiris myth

of Regeneration project brought in life experience

size 50/70 cm

media: pencil on paper
price: contact the author

'The Wisdom' is part of a big project about the bird symbolism in different ancient cultures, each bird avatar depicting a spiritual value.
Here is the example of the Wisdom reflected in the symbol of the Athenian owl, in the Greek culture, brought
to contemporary vibratory frequencies.

size: 100/70 cm

media: pen on paper

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This is the Thought of Unity. The Thought of Unity is also one of the strongest thought in our Noosphere nowadays. We are quickly shifting to experiencing unity Within. Our feelings take shape in light and colour, and this artwork is the expression of people around the Earth.

size: 50/70 cm

media: pen and coloured pencils on paper

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A sketch of a fantasy fish

media: pen on notebook paper

size: A5

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My Higher Self expressing on the Earth through the geometry of colour. The communication with your higher self progresses you in a state of continuous inspirational trance. This is how this work was done.

media: coloured pencils and pen on paper

size: 100/70 cm

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'The Shape' is a work created under the inspirational thought of the Earth.

media: collage and pencil on paper

size: 60/50 cm

price: SOLD

I'm You.

size: 60/80 com

media: pencil on high quality paper

price:

details

Spirit.
This image appeared as a presence of a Spirit in my life. It's the visual representation of the ethereal vibrations of the Human Soul.

The Changing Brain is the image of the continuous change in global and individual consciousness as we move forward in our Evolution. The Brain's shape reflects the ethereal shape of the fractal universe.

Romania

size: 70/70 cm

media: mixed media, ink, pencils and pen on papaer

price:

detail

Horizon
A digital artwork ensemble, made of three pieces reflecting the three layers of our world in struggle with the human destruction. (This artwork is the unique print, as the digital image is lost, and impossible to reprint)

size: 35/65 cm

media: digital art printed on high quality paper

price:SOLD

detail

' The Cheese'
I have a friend who's head is like a rectangular Cheese.

size: 6/70 cm

media: mixed media, collage, print, ink and pencil on paper

price:Sold

need a sponsor

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I need to have complete freedom of creation, so i can turn to reality all my projects. A decent start sponsorship would make things blossom rapidly.
I am Looking for a sponsor to make possible the continuation of my creation and my research, which leads to the future possibility of a great financial profit to both parties.

My best climate for successful results would be a one-to-one close collaboration with a left-brained manager that will be able to work within the depths of artistic understanding.
I'm also Looking for experienced art managers to collaborate with for Europe, U.S. Asia, Africa and Australia. Please refer to my agent A. Rajko/ manager@myirisonica.com

..or to me directly.

Thank you !

sketches

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the old wise owl character of my first novel - Umbro

A little colorful mousy.

size: A3

media: collage, pencils on paper

price: ask on email

writings

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a glimpse from my latest book...
14 Dec 2009

This morning spreads something like a new flavour in the air. There must be coffee...Ord thaught to himself while approaching the crossing street. He must be in the office in nearly fifteen minutes. „But where’s the spirit in this whole thing?” said her voice in his dream. He dreamt himself flying through te stars.
„Well, it’s not.”
„Then what are you going to do?”
„Nothing. I can do nothing”
Indeed, the flavour was that of fresh coffee. Minding above in the air, he was thinking to the stars.
He had that dream again. What a light, miriads of sparkling light flashes that he cathced in his flight above the planets. And her voice...crystal clear in his mind, like whispering to his ear. Somehow, that voice was coming from outside, but he was hearing it within. The cellphone nervously rings in his pocket. They have a meeting today, and he’s already late. But he just can’t pay attention...

Strange day. The sun is up and it’s raining, he thaught to himself while watching the white drop fell in his hand. He flew again...through the stars. The cold wind was blowing, chasing away its clouds after the sun and his eyes were watering. Even the sun was cold.
„Do you think you can stay like that?„
„Like what?”
„Like you’ve been so far. The same old moments in the morning. You know very well that they are not the same anymore.”
He was thinking about his trip. „it’s about time, Ord.......”.
Ord stopped in the middle of the road. On the white side of the zebra crossing he looked upwards. Suddenly, he felt a certain harmony in the sounds within. For few moments he passed into nothingness without thinking of something specific at all. He could hear the cars passing by him, loud metal horns reaching in the air. He felt himself somewhere high above. Slowly, he turned his head and his eyes down towards the horizon and suddenly, he could see the myriads of people movement, many unfamiliar faces, yellings, horns and dust glowing in a white and lively light. There was a green tree somewhere in front of him, in the distance in the central park; the leaves were murmuring slowly and calmly, as if they were out of the inanimated hustle of the street. Ord smiled looking at the green and lively branches.
- Yes, it’s about time indeed...

I found smth I've written more than 4 years ago, in a moment when the Earth was calling me in deep sounds. It was just a glimpse ..
26 nov. 2009

The Creation

Unimagined Blue within Christian myths revealed in us, the Dionysian…in us….the Apollonian. Thirsty of the knowledge’s liquid, the man hides himself in the harpies of the late perception…

Distressed by the tone’s compassion, the Eternity’s golden leaf stays above de bright minds of centuries. And silk peas are carefully sweating in our own cerebral cortex

The geniality within the existential rough blanket of the sovereign distress throws us in the pit of…

Creation !

Creation. Creation. Creation. Creation.

Creation…. Melody of supremacy.

Where are we going on this path, being such creative creators, creating our own existential spring?

World is finding itself in a turning point. People are getting crazy. The nature is revolting. Religions are weakening under the new theories. The children are seeing too much and too little. The eyes are shading each other under a territory of fear. The fury is only desperate scream. Mouths chat too long…long way long. Senses are chained in volcanic colors. Frenzy is sweet petting. Blood is sugar. People’s glimpses are diabetic. The Moon is too kind. Too much pain lies inside her. The colors are gossiping Art. Art is slandering the Human being. Human being is utopia of his own slander.

Einstein is pointing an index finger up, to the mind’s nucleon.

Where are we driven by our own Creation?

A disturbing Art tetanus abusively perceives all that the spiritual vibes of the centuries are emanating trough inexistent walls. It is hunting us and we do want more. Evil’s hurting, still we’re asking it. We find ourselves in a main point of our own research, yet we’re not realizing that, in fact, we have always known ourselves.

We are crazily creating art trough hypnosis of search, we consume energy shaped in nebulas of colors and we do ‘love’ within clouded symphonies containing noises of our deafening soul. We are vehemently creating the obsessive void of straight rough knowledge. We are creating spirals of our spirits inside a past, a present and a unknown future.

Art is felt obsessively today by the human being, it ‘lives’ the art beneath the black and white borders of the 90 degrees angle’s primordial flame. Spears stuck on the ribs of robotic Christ’s tare blurred into the darkness of the semispherical eyes.

Fluorescent yellow sounds beating inside world’s speakers; a mixture of cataleptic glimpses thrown away by patriarchs, believers that are frightened by their possibility and are perpetually falling in that acquainted religion.

Brain traumatizing craziness…….

The man is realizing.

Now, more than ever, we feel a terrible fear.

Now, more than ever, we are afraid of ourselves.

We spit the Creation on walls of clauses; maybe this chill down the spirit madness.

We can refuse us, even by Creation dialogue, but we cannot do this for ever.

Red is sky-blue.

I do not live in the Earth’s prison. I’ve always existed, like all of us. Thus, my prophecy will come true because my own existential dimension is the un-spelled eternity that right now is totally forgotten.

Soon, beyond time, we will all wake up. The supreme creation is the forbidden word of world’s languages ……… May it be for the protection of our (still) infant Consciousness

This Creation does not allow words. Ascendance in eights yet too young for Infinite.

We are…

services

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Mural painting

I ll paint the universe in your house. Or anything you can think of. The only limitation is your imagination. But I'll help you with that anyway.

contact

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You can contact my agent A. Rajko for prices and purchasing details at

a.rajko@myirisonica.com

or me at

contact@myirisonica.com

or

0040 742 058 727