Matthew Miller, Chair
The Arts offer a field of activity, collaboration and study for those interested in all facets of the arts. Together, participants work to bring forth new and creative ideas that touch the heart, mind, and spirit. Art speaks through the global language of color and light, geometry, movement, sound and rhythm. the creation of contemporary and dynamic sacred spaces by this group of individuals produces service projects and activities designed to uplift and contribute to the collective transformation of humanity.
If you have ideas, suggestions, or you would like to participate with this group, contact Matthew by Clicking Here.
We invite you to submit a review of one of your favorite spiritual or esoteric films, DVDs, photos, poems, or verse for inclusion in our web site. All submissions must be original, or if the property of someone else or if copyrighted, permission from the author/artist must be included with your submission. Photos should be submitted in a jpeg, gif, or bitmap format. Please e-mail your submissions by Clicking Here.
MOVIES
PHOTOGRAPHY
POETRY & VERSE
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Movie List – In Alphabetical Order
- A Beautiful Mind
- Apollo 13
- Avatar
- Beaches
- Bicentennial Man
- Braveheart
- Chariots of Fire
- Contact
- Dead Poets Society
- Driving Miss Daisy
- E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial
- Erin Brockovich
- Field of Dreams
- Finding Forrester
- Forrest Gump
- Fried Green Tomatoes
- Ghandhi
- Ghetto Physics
- I Am
- Ghost
- Good Will Hunting
- It’s a Wonderful Life
- Jerry Maguire
- Life Is Beautiful
- Lifted
- Lorenzo’s Oil
- Man From Earth
- May I Be Frank
- Message In A Bottle
- Miracle On 34th Street
- Mr. Holland’s Opus
- Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
- No One Dies In Lilly Vale
- Oh My God
- On Golden Pond
- Out of Africa
- Patch Adams
- Pay It Forward
- Phenomenon
- Powder
- Philadelphia
- Rain Man
- Seabiscuit
- Something Unknown is Doing We Don’t Know What
- Steel Magnolias
- The Color Purple
- The Green Mile
- The Human Existence
- The Karate Kid
- The Legend of Bagger Vance
- The Matrix
- The Nature Of Experience
- The Sixth Sense
- The Time Travelers Wife
- Wake Up
- When The Earth Stood Still
- What Dreams May Come
POETRYand INSPIRATIONAL VERSE
Every month or so, The Arts group will post one of our member’s or participant’s original poetry or verse. The content must be spiritual, esoteric, uplifting or a part of life’s experiences. If you would like to submit a poem or verse for consideration, please contact us by Clicking Here. (The word Art should be in the subject line). Authors retain copyright.
THE MUSIC OF WORDS
by Gay Witherington
We are told that all is vibration. Sound is vibration. Number is vibration. Words are vibration. Poetry uses words in a special way which emphasizes their vibratory quality. Like a mantra or a seed thought, poems can still the lower mind and allow the heart to guide us into the contemplative consciousness of the intuition. A single word or a phrase can reverberate in awareness, leading to insight and illumination.
Also, in poetry, the form of the words and how they are arranged takes on a special meaning. Poetry becomes a pattern of words which gives a visual image as well as a vibratory sound. Repetition and rhythm are expressed not only by the sound of the words but by the look of the words on the page, by the length of the lines and the spaces between the lines. For instance, in this very short poem, an intuition is conveyed which would take many words to express in prose.
Listen
To the deep abiding joy
Reverberating at the Heart of the Universe
It is the Voice of every atom of creation
Singing: “I AM”
In this very early poem, which I wrote, the form is meant to convey a kind of closed spiral. It flows from the point of the experience of the burning ground which every disciple experiences, down through the mystical joy of the release of all which hinders the merging of personality and soul, through the occult or mental understanding of what the process has entailed, to the final line which encloses the realization of fusion.
THE BURNING GROUND
Sing Holy Fire
Sing in my bones
Sing in my blood
I dance with you
Rising and turning
There is no painful burning here
There is only the letting go
Of all that is not me
And the joyous fusing together
Of all that I am
It is interesting that in the process of writing poetry, the writer probably benefits as much or even more than the reader. First, the writer benefits from the effort of contacting the intuition, holding the mind still to receive the vibratory impulse of the impression, and then struggling to find just the right word and pattern which can contain this vibration. Second, the writer benefits just as the reader does by contemplating the beauty of the images conveyed and striving to blend together the above and below of meaning and form.
Gay Witherington is a long time student of the Ageless Wisdom. She came late to the Lucile Cedercrans teachings – being introduced to them after having spent over 20 years studying with the Arcane School. Her special interests are promoting Wisdom teachings through both the ageless wisdom and modern psychology, participating in the work of the Ashram of Synthesis, and working with earth energies through meditation and crystal grids.
WINGED ANGEL
By Tomi Ward
A winged angel in flight with Pegasus; like the breeze moving ever so softly, making branches sway.
The sound of rustling leaves, like gentle kisses and each leaf, a soul who has been touched by your passing by, infinitely moved by your wisdom.
A part of the universe, as important as the sun, the moon, as day and night, your road map, the stars against the horizon where the earth unites with the heavens.
A teacher who descended from Goth.
You are the Lady of the Mist, my dear one.
BURNING COAL
by Chris Moneypenny
Having fallen, as though through some iron rack;
time will soon kick back.
From a blaze once whole our history in time
has brought us to be a Burning Coal.
Burning Coal, your bare ember impulse yet
beats pre-inhabitant like the synapse beyond the heart of the soul,
and is of a mass pneumatic, a fiery form in ashen roundness.
a remnant of spiked wood, the remnant of what in us still burns.
Burnt out hope for soul, in you spent, in our passion spending its last rent,
I am foreshown rememberings of the future.
That we of a time, contracting now, are destined to birth something together
of these splintering skins and will fulfill the plan
one soon day as epochs go.
Things will ignite once more, wells spill forth again,
foundations and their pillars will be reformed.
Of this duty, volitioned, we will not rest until the passing of the last glow,
the raising of the last soul, the undercoming of the final test…
Until midnight skies house us.
EMERALD WATER
By Tomi Ward
Emerald water with white waves breaking onto a carpet of cream colored beaches. In the distance I see the sail of a boat shrouded in burgundy, yellow and red. The ocean breeze embraces my body as though I have always been a part of this majestic scene. The sand is peppered with people at play. The songs of the gulls ring out as they soar toward billowing clouds high up into the blue skies and below, the sea grass sways methodically back and forth.
As I gaze down into crystal clear water I watch in fascination the daily routine of the life that goes on beneath the sea. There is the beauty of the manta rays swimming gracefully, their bodies moving effortlessly, like black velvety feathers until finally they are out of sight. The occasional fin of a dolphin rising up and then disappearing into the depths of the water, leaving behind the feeling of complacency. There are schools of silvery skinned fish; and, as the moon settles over the water, the dance of the crabs along the shoreline begins.
Close your eyes and listen to the symphony of the waves, “Shhhh,” they whisper “Let go of all of your troublesome karma and become one with the pure energy that surrounds you.” And, on the second day God created the water and all was good. But do not disrespect the enormity of the sea or the heavens, for once angered the angels of high and the angels of the deep can open up their wrath with such severity that they will swallow up with mighty destruction all that has offended, and, only when the tide goes out and buries the affliction will the waters once again return to calm.
If I had the wisdom to set my pen to describe how I feel, my words would paint a picture in your mind and it would surely be a masterpiece for you too could experience the miracle, and feel the magnitude of the creation of the sea.
PHOTOGRAPHY
The IFGT’s posts original photography. If you would like to submit a photo for consideration, please contact us by Clicking Here. (The word Photo should be in the subject line). Authors retain copyright.
Colorful ferns by Tommie Ward
Moss Covered Tree by Maryann Miller
Sunset by Jim Casteel
Hawaiian Waterfalls by Hannah Merchant
MOVIES
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