Dreaming Future

 

"Dreaming Future" 

 Trees hold knowledge. I see them as gatekeepers, not in the sense of preventing us to go beyond, but the quiet gatekeeper that holds the door of choice open for us. They are dreamers of future, whispering frequencies of encouragement and inspiration and have no point of view about whether we are listening or not. 

They grow quietly, create peacefully and fall with grace. They embody happiness. Far outside frantic insanity. Unhappiness is the glue that holds this reality together. How can we be happy in a world that is worshiping unhappiness? 

We can take the gods of unhappiness off of our altars of limitation and choose happiness. We dare to laugh. We looks outside of Circus Maximus where gladiator fights are constantly instigated from the ancient, repetitive playbook of war that stimulates pain, fear and endless unhappiness. If we chose happiness and left Circus Maximus and gave up our eternal membership card to that arena of horror, we would recognize and see with our own being, that there is and has always been a reality outside of the circus. 
 
How do we get out of Circus Maximus?

Well, we get up, abandon our seats, walk to the aisle and leave, even if no one is walking away with us. Even if everyone else says we cannot do it because we paid so much for our membership card. Even if they say we will die if we walk out. Even if they say they will not be with us any more, that there will be no support for us, that we will be alone.

And we simply wonder how much support there actually has ever been, how much this membership has actually cost us in the currency of life, future and happiness, how much we had been funding the gods of unhappiness, how much nature has suffered due to our addiction?

We keep walking. And right outside the gates of hell, we look at the blue sky, we listen to the sinfonie of nature, we notice there are still trees standing tall, and we place our palms gently on that trunk. And we listen.

Witnessing joy well up in our hearts, a joy so peaceful and so kind..... a sense of joy that is soothing the scars of our being. The war siren sounds of Circus Maximus dissipating as echoes of the past, we lean into the trunk, so strong and steadfast. All our senses find serenity.

All the PTSD, all the implants, all the loops of insanity, all the distractions, all the lies and secrets, all the agendas, all the false truths, the fake news, the false fake news, the real fake news, the fake fake false truths of and about news, and all the toxins that came with all this, all dissipating, all releasing and melting, all undone, all detoxed in the sunshine from our hearts.

We are the source.
We had been tapped by a tapeworm.
That tapeworm had told us that we must listen to it, feed it and be good servants.
All messages disguised and wrapped and hidden and encrypted.

All gone now.
We are awakened to our strength, to our being, to our light.

Yes, there is a different way of being on the earth. Yes, there is a reality that I have always known IS POSSIBLE, is so tangible, is here now for me to choose. I choose it. I stand with the trees.

What are you choosing?

It's my honor to be here with you,
Walking Tall with Trees 

Earth Goddess - Singing the Song of Beauty and Peace

 

'Earth Goddess'

Times were dark.

Where to go? Where to look for guidance? All questions but echoes in the endlessness of a river in motion.

And so she wove her necklace of earth. Leaves telling tree stories, distant memories whispered in the wind, vines of delicate flowers greeting the rising sun with vanilla, bergamot and rose, small feathers capturing the song of distant birds so blue and shimmering in their tender, light dress. Earth Goddess. She knows. She recalls. Her heart's voice echoing in vast empty space. All one and never alone, her companion is trust in a future that lives in her heart. 

Oh, if she could find a way to touch everyone's heart with gentleness and wisdom. Hearts engulfed in walls of protection, agenda and lies are untouchable. Who owns this heart?

Her voice seemingly lost in the noise and fanfares of an outside world filled with confusion, illusion and fight, she weaves nature into a garment so magical and light, filled with benevolence and peace. Never to stop the walk. Never to yield in her strength. In an onslaught of invisible attacks a warm candle in the infinite wealth of her being shines onto all timelines and times, all spaces and foundations. 

Taking inventory.

Evaluating her own treaty.

Measuring her stamina and willingness to prevail.

Even if no one is listening.

Even if no one is truthing.

Even if nothing makes sense.

She is not going to surrender to the nothingness, not giving into the nameless synthetics of cold unmateriality.

Softly and gently leaning into the wind.

Fiercely claiming her being.

Sharpening her choices to arrows.

Converging opposites.

Yielding defense lines.

Embracing trust in an expansion of her heart. 

So, this is what it is about? 

The sovereign leading by choice? Alone? In the light of her being and body?

Motions in the inner world are unseen to the loud imagery of the artificial outside world where all the drama is set. These sublime choices are bold and brave and resonate in the flap of a butterfly wing. Weaving and breathing as worlds fall apart and crumble. 

Make meaning. Create. Embrace the discomfort and confusion. 

It comes with the fall of Rome and the rising of Consciousness.

She adds the golden shell reminiscent of water song and spring laughter. Yes, that sweetness of knowing that, somewhere in the weaving, there is the unfolding of a different tapestry. Love and kindness. Respect and nurturing. Benevolence and thriving. So lush, so infinite, so peaceful! 

Ocean pearl garlands. Dew drop crystals. 

What did I come here to create?

Exhale as the exquisite weaving unfolds. Breathing light.

Inhale and choose space of being that will, by intent, be the garden where birds and trees, butterflies and manatees and all creatures small and huge, also those forgotten behind walls of constructed history and tabus of ignorance and arrogance, will thrive.

It's your choice.

And so she weaves. 

A web so strong and light that is carried by the pure heart.

Earth Goddess who sings the song of Beauty and Peace.
 

 

 

The Infinite Story

 

'Arrival of the Devas'
 

We are on a journey of exploration, that will never be complete.
We sharpen our awareness of what EXACTLY is being said, the words used and their spelling.
We educate ourselves.
We lead by example, even if no one is following.
We never give up.
We always ask questions, from curiosity.
We navigate with kindness and awareness.
We are strong.
We become, each day, more of who we truly are.
We trust our inner guidance and our knowing.
We acknowledge that this, our knowing, brought us to this pivotal moment.
Even when faced with challenges, disbelief and doubt, we know that there are others who walk the walk with us.
When one door closes, another one will swing wide open.
We are willing to change, and we cultivate a flexible mind.

And ask a daily question:

👉What is the future that I know is possible, with every fiber of my being?

About Color and Light

 

                                                                   'Light Aura' by Bettina Madini

"In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light." - Hans Hofmann

I have, beginning with my first brushstroke, looked at ways to bring light into places and spaces with my paintings. How to evoke the sensation of light, glow and luminescence? Considering myself extremely lucky, I have encountered and studied with great masters of color in Europe and the United States of America.

Studying Kandinski's color theory of warm and cold colors and the sense of closeness or distance that they are evoking. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's explorations of colors in nature and how they are perceived by the human eye.

Being enchanted by the visual delights of color and its thousands of hues and tones in nature, I have been immersing myself into abstract florals, trees and creatures magical and well known from the forest lands around me.

The 'colorlessness' of black has entered my paintings only once, in my very first painting in 1998 which I painted in my then-home in Luxembourg. Looking back at it, it was a crossroads of choice where I managed to free my being from the blackness of a world of impossibility that had tried (in vain) to take me over.

Through art, I opened a gateway to being me. Not just for me, but for everyone who is willing to receive it, be it and choose to be who they truly are.

'Light Aura' is from the year 2000, and I brought it with me across the Atlantic, in a big crate. I hope you enjoy the radiant light that it emanates, with many layers of blue, purple, green and pure white.

Much gratitude,
Bettina

 

 

                                                                    'Phoenix for a New World' by Bettina Madini

“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.” ~ Linda Hogan

What if we were Stewards of the Earth?
And what would this mean?

Mankind has been trained into being the beneficiaries of the earth, of nature, on a one-way street of taking what nature provides.

If we were Stewards of the Earth, we would also be trustees. We would take care and make sure that nature thrives. We would harvest with care and benevolence. We would be grateful for nature. We would consider what our choices create for the future, for the next seven generations.

If and when we function from THAT space, what will be given to us in res-ponse, freely and joyfully, will be what we call miracles.


Prints of 'Phoenix for a New World' are available on canvas or paper at bettinamadini.art

                                                           'Gardens of Gold', by Bettina Madini

 

Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.” ~ Wassily Kandinsky

It is that silence of nature that inspires me. 

 

Have you noticed? The sounds of wind, winged and four-legged creatures, water or dry leaves swirling and rustling in the soft air. A whispered earth invitation to simply BE.

Breathe deeply. Go outside. And make space for your body and being. The earth will take you on a journey of color and sound. And isn't she so creative, our beautiful planet, with all kinds of creatures big and small, tall trees, tiny ferns and seeds deeply hidden in their cocoon?

Then, shift your vision. A fallen tree will turn into a host for life. A thick layer of ice on a lake will turn into a miracle of ingenious patterns and shades of greys, blues and purples. Dry flower stalks turn into space-holders for spring's renewed cycle. 

 

And so as we change our vision, we change. We become a host for life, a miracle of ingenious patterns and a space-holder for spring.

Much gratitude,
Bettina

P.S. If you'd like to browse through my paintings and find inspiration, visit https://www.bettinamadini.art/ and https://www.bettinamadini.com/

Day 2 Year end event - with Bettina's paintings