The Jewel that Fell from the Stars


The Light Within by Lidia Kenig Scher
The Light Within by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)

How would you like to possess a magical jewel to help you fulfill your most cherished wishes? Well…you can have such jewel, it is not hard to find and although the journey maybe difficult, you don’t have to move from your home to have it!

According to Buddhist iconography, a magical wish-fulfilling stone fell from the stars long ago, and landed in Tibet where the ancient monks identified it as a jewel of amazing spiritual power. They called it Chintamani. Chinta means thought in Sanskrit and mani means stone. Its power to transform people’s lives and communities was considered so great, but so potentially disastrous if misused, that the monks ultimately sent it to the mystical hidden city of Shambhala where it would be guarded by a wrathful-looking deity called Mahakala. Known as the guardian of the Buddhist path of wisdom and compassion (dharma), the deity was said to be able to transform into seventy-five ferocious shapes to truly paralyze those with ignoble intentions.

Chintamani, the wish-fulfilling jewel rests deep within our hearts constantly vibrating Divine Love energy. It is our essential nature; wise, compassionate and courageous. The mind ruled by the heart is kind, ethical, creative and powerful.

It is like an oyster resting peacefully on the ocean’s floor on a bed of plankton; the inside of the shell is an iridescent sheen called nacre. But when any foreign substance penetrates the soft shell, be it a grain of sand or a parasite, the oyster engages in an unusual defense mechanism. It coats the invader with many layers of the iridescent reflective nacre, which over time forms into a hard luminous pearl.

Six-Armed Mahakala

Mahakala fiercely guards the heart’s pure essence and when we behave unethically, when our thoughts are of greed and revenge, when we abscond from responsibility or when we intend harm upon another, the land, the environment and all its inhabitants; our ignoble intentions are met, just like the mollusk’s invaders, with stern lessons that may ultimately lead to transformation into a luminous human.

Mahakala, like all deities is a teacher. All deities mirror qualities we must adopt in order to experience a life of bliss, wholesomeness, and fulfillment. They are also depicted with an array of implements that instruct us in understanding the thoughts and behaviors that keep us from manifesting our most cherished wishes. It behooves us to carefully examine their tools to both practice goodness and to avoid getting encased inside “nacre” and a life of misery.

The “fish” in this watercolor and mixed media painting is a metaphor for humans moving through the water of life with our half-submerged heads, focused mainly on ourselves and our petty needs. We create habits that beget unfulfilling results and are constantly seeking satisfaction outside ourselves. A shiny pebble in the distance (new love, a new house, a new haircut, or whatever) offers temporary happiness that we mistake for eternal joy. When the new brings dissatisfaction, we experience pain and apply old remedies (habits). We do this many, many times until the pain becomes unbearable and we are forced to confront our Mahakala.

We learn to take responsibility for our unconscious behavior, incorrect thinking, and baseless beliefs, when we become conscious and see it all reflected on the “water”; we notice carbon copies of us swimming about being miserable.

While this is indeed a difficult journey, when we change our focus, we are amply rewarded.

As we move from despair to sadness and into compassion, we begin to look inward and discover the jewel; our wise and courageous essential nature; our connection to Spirit. The love and gratefulness we experience comes from having the mettle to focus on the lesson and embrace the pain.

And we transform pain by encasing it in layers of wisdom, courage and compassion. These Chinta create the luminous magic that permeates our existence and all we touch.

Chintamani is the light within fiercely guarded by a awakened heart-mind.

Be a part in changing our pained world. Unroll your amazing spiritual power by purchasing The Light Within.

 

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I Don’t Really Create these Artworks…


K J Door Protector by Lidia Kenig
K J Door Protector by Lidia Kenig

Every time I create one of these sacred artifacts I call Door Protectors, I marvel at how they affect me and the clients who commissioned it. Over the past 8 years I collected stories ranging from uncovering an illness and healing it, to dramatic career changes. I heard of powerful shifts in relationship status and unexpected moves. I even read that the Door Protector halted years of vandalism and uninvited rodents in a seasonal dwelling. More recently, a client reported that during a devastating hurricane, while the entire neighborhood was flooded, miraculously their home experienced minor damages. Another individual whose apartment unit was below a severely damaged penthouse found that only a couch was affected by the water and debris pouring from above.

Because the creation of the piece is deeply connected to its owners from the moment they think about it or order it. I learned to be patient with the process. I know that when the art is not progressing smoothly, the client is experiencing doubts, setbacks or conflicts. In those times, I simply chant the mantra in the art’s presence and focus on the client until I am guided to make the next move.

Occasionally, if nothing happens for a few weeks, I reach out to the client to identify the issues and reassure them, present options or suggest alternate ways of perceiving the situation. Then the colors, textures, and shapes begin to arrange and unveil themselves until the sacred art is completed and installed.

The art above is no exception.     

After the initial burst of action when fiery red appeared on top from a combination of soft-bodied acrylics and acrylic inks, the golden-yellow streak and the rose-colored bottom took shape.     But when it came time to write the Wish Granting Jewel mantra, none of the brand new pens I had just purchased worked!

I considered going out to exchange them, thinking that they may be defective, when I heard my phone ping, indicating that a message had arrived. I never answer my phone and it is never in the studio when I paint, but I was moved to read what came through this time and indeed, it was from the client. She wrote that her momentum of positive energy had halted, felt stuck and couldn’t seem to move forward.  “It’s like I have no juice in me”, she wrote.

You can imagine that I decided to call her, and after 30 to 40 minutes of listening and providing alternative ways of looking at her situation, also telling her about attempting to write the mantra, but the pens had “no juice”, she laughed heartily, felt complete and at peace.

Without skipping a beat, I picked up the black pen and completed writing. I then added the gold-leaf layer and within 15 minutes, the mantra was perfectly inscribed. Relaying these results to the client was a way of reaffirming the non-physical aspects of our co-creation and Spirit’s intervention leading her to reach out and assisting me in moving the process forward.

A few sessions later, the pair of flying turtles bearing jewels and flanking the mantra appeared and was followed by the client texting me about a dream in where she was in Hawaii looking through her ancestral roots. I then knew that these were the revered Hawaiian Green Sea Turtles known as Honu, symbols of good luck, endurance and long life. In this case, they were identifying themselves as the client’s guardian spirits and were in the art to help her, when lost or confused, to find the way to her inner home; our truest home.

As you can see, I don’t really create the art. The client’s intentions are heard by the Universe and channeled through me into a sacred tool able to keep the person who owns it in her power, and centered in the intrinsic meaning of the mantra’s 12 syllables: OM PAD MO USHNISHA VIMALE HUM PHAT, said to vibrate with the Buddhist Eightfold Path of wholesome living.

Feel free to read more Door Protector stories published throughout the blog and perhaps you will decide to commission your very own artwork. It will be your faithful servant, maybe the perfect mirror you can look at when you are lost or confused to guide you to your inner home, listen to your heart and live life to the fullest.  See below, the client’s reaction upon receiving this painting.

As I have learned, a selected print works very well for navigating prescient issues. The personalized art stays with its owners for an entire life, supporting people through each cycle of growth.

You will find available prints, in the Door Protector gallery. They also make great gifts. You are welcome to email me and request a gift certificate for the purpose. If you like to order your very own sacred art, learn more in the Door Protector Purchase information tab.

 

 

On Thanksgiving Beware of the Cupful of Cravings-An Updated and Timely Reprint


A Cup full of Cravings by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)
A Cup full of Cravings by Lidia Kenig Scher (c)

A while ago, a dear friend visited me over a long weekend, and as it usually happened, we had a great time. We laughed, we danced, and we pranced and truly enjoyed each other. It was magic.

On the days that followed our parting, I could find nothing that could match the joy I experienced.

Eager to continue dwelling in the happiness of those three days, I looked for ways to replicate magic in other friends and other activities.

In focusing on wanting that person and no other, I inflicted misery upon myself.

Seeking to move through the feelings and transform them, I entered the studio and faced a blank canvas.

I didn’t have to look too far or too deep. I had fallen prey to one of the most pernicious obstacles on the spiritual path: Cravings.

In Buddhism these obstacles are called The Five Hindrances- Cravings, Ill Will, Restlessness, Doubt and Spiritual Laziness. The ego is their foremost ally and each unto themselves is capable of making an unbelievable mess of our lives and derail our most cherished dreams.

Cherished is an interesting word.

We crave (cherish) all kinds of things, people, love, objects, lifestyles, ideas, body shape. We live in a society focused on desperately wanting a new toy that we must own now!

On the aftermath of a major disaster, a former president urged us to “go shopping”, while a beer commercial counsels us to “stay thirsty” and millions of people camp outside stores on “Black Friday” to catch the first sales.

Why do we want something so badly yet fail to notice that once that craving is satisfied, we find some other want? Can it be that what we think we crave is simply a thought fueled by a deeper lack?

Seeking to explore the nature of desire, I sprayed gold acrylic on the canvas to create a rarefied background and fashioned a very large and tactile cup in the foreground. The brightly painted cup coated in red enamel looks hand-made as if by a child.

Sitting precariously at the edge of a flimsy netting tablecloth, the pretty object with its contents looks like it can tip at any moment. What oozes out of the cup looks interesting, cute, somewhat odd yet vaguely familiar.

Each of the sinuous shapes project a creamy, dreamy, fluffy, shiny and alluring aura that dares us: Cravings.

As you gaze at the painting, which shapes represent your cravings? Which illusory corner of your mind has given a name and function to your latest acquisition? Where is that ring you cannot do without? Can you find that yummy cake that you must have? The perfect body you so beautifully sculpt at the gym? The lover you want, the…whatever?

The slick and tough enameled wants of today will tip and fall to be discarded when we want what appears as better. What we really desire is happiness, love, and joy and think that these primal feelings will be delivered by something or someone outside of ourselves.

Cravings are a hindrance placing us in a precarious position at the edge of our sanity. They mask a desire we think unattainable on our own, when in truth, we can only get only more of what we feel we already have.

What if on this Thanksgiving holiday, we search inside for what we already have and decide  to offer love to others instead of wanting it from others?

Can we notice an additional positive attribute in something we already own?

Can we share the goodness of the present moment with whoever is sitting next to us, and feel richly endowed just by sharing with them the bounty on the table?

Nothing wrong with wishing more. Beware; better and greater only appear when we feel grateful for what is great now.

Will you be happily eating turkey or will it be Tofurky?

I am deeply grateful that my son Adam serves both at the table and even more thankful that we will sharing the day with my grandson Tyler, my sister Diana and her grown children and the our very special and dear life-long friends, the Genslers and their grown children.

Care to join us?

Original art and prints are available at Cup Full of Cravings.

Not Easy to Let Go


The Golden Void by Lidia Kenig (c)2017
The Golden Void by Lidia Kenig (c)2017

When we like a situation or a particular object we associate with pleasure, we can’t imagine having to relinquish it. Being forced to change habitual behaviors we balk, and when we have to let go of a loved one, the pain seems unbearable.

In truth, whenever we are forced to change, most of us fight it with all our might. Letting go requires effort and if I can be blunt, it may even imply faulty imagination skills. Emotions play a big part too. What will it be like on the other side?

It starts with a thought and as the Buddha taught, “with our thoughts we create our world”.

We constantly create mental constructs about how things should unfold in our lives, and often even in someone else’s life. Our point of reference is always a story—thoughts we corralled from incidents that stopped us on our tracks, from hearsay, advertising, movies, family history and that left an imprint known as emotion.

Emotions are physiological experiences, or states of awareness that provide us with information about the world. When in the course of our lives we encounter circumstances that in some way recreate the original incidents, the thoughts get an additional charge and become feelings.

A feeling is our conscious awareness of the emotion itself. Feelings allow us to further solidify the original experience by qualifying it.

Repeated thoughts create beliefs that easily incorporate into our subconscious to form the very core of the stories we live by. When emotional charge is added, feelings become tightly wrapped around this energy mix. It is called pain and it renders us unable to discern what is real and what we made up.

Humans do not like pain. Just take a look at what opioids have caused in our society. From numbness we respond to the world in ways that do not serve the fluid nature of phenomena and miss the opportunity to grow and thrive.

We focus on the pain and miss the lesson!

We sink into fear when a relationship ends by creating a story of blame, either about ourselves or the other. We can’t accept it as good, because we are unable to imagine something better. We wallow in grief when someone we loved dies because we cannot visualize a life without them. We get angry when things don’t go the way we thought they would, and cannot consider that it was our unconscious thinking that attracted that situation to us.

Our attachment to our stories keeps us from living in fulfillment unless we become conscious and learn to relinquish them by identifying the emotion behind what we want to hold on, feel what it elicited, name it and contemplate its validity, and then take the action dictated by our findings.

Unwittingly, that is exactly how this artwork was completed and what I learned in the process. In preparing for an upcoming holiday sale, I wanted to create a realistic landscape. I told myself a story of how easy it would sell, that people are more drawn to realism, and that I should just create a “realistic landscape series”.

In spite of my considerable ability to depict a photo-realistic scene, it wasn’t coming together. As I washed out several portions, several times, until most of the paper was nearly blank, I realized that I was becoming emotionally entangled in making it happen and frustration set in. Soon I witnessed anger rise as I picked up red ink and allowed it to move through the surface in a somewhat random fashion. When I scanned my body to see the results of the emotional charge, I relax my clenched teeth, released the story and surrendered to the present moment.

I then played with the inks and the various tools creating texture and added little white circles and black lines without naming anything. I knew I that I would later learn when contemplating the completed art.

The calmness that ensued after I named the emotion: frustration and anger; gave me the space to redirect my thoughts and notice that the original story compromised my truth…What makes my art worth creating and installed on someone’s wall is the wisdom unveiled in the process of painting without mental constructs. This is what I offer my clients and collectors.

What I learn afterwards in meditation helps me to understand the message and the energy that those who purchase may come to recognize to help them lead more fulfilling lives.

I don’t want to reveal the entire plot, but…Spoiler Alert!

The art taught me about releasing densities in all forms, and offered a preview of what the Golden Void, the consciousness where Divine Presence is most deeply felt looks like. It instructed me about evolving, activating and awakening the higher brain functions. At such level, we understand and experience being Light and possess a fully functioning Light body that spills over our everyday lives. Our mind opens to our spiritual nature and ushers in the next phase of our human evolution on Earth.

This process would be more expedient if we can let go of the stories we created.

So… what do you think the red shapes bobbing about in the foreground represent?

As you ponder, I offer another hint said to have been uttered by the Buddha,

“Watch your thoughts for they become words. Watch your words for they become actions. Watch your actions, for they become habits. Watch your habits, for they become character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

Click on The Golden Void to purchase it now!

Storm


Storm by Lidia Kenig
Storm by Lidia Kenig (c)

Most of us are not storm chasers, and many more of us close doors and windows when it’s very windy, when it rains very hard, or when snow is blowing. We learned as children to fear lightning, and even when we wear rain gear, we run for the nearest shelter when it pours.

I get it. It is one of those unpredictable and uncontrollable events, and we get scared.

Storms allow us to experience destruction. We witness changes in the landscape, as trees may be torn down, houses reduced to rubble and cars damaged. People suffer deeply and some may perish. It is scary.

Yet storms can be cleansing, as the destructive energy moves through, pulling weak roots and burying what may no longer work or need transformation.

Storms can teach hard lessons…

When our lives are not flowing, when our thoughts keep us stuck in a situation, when there is inaction based on fear, an inner storm can cause as profound shifts as outer storms.

When we didn’t get the job we wanted; when we had an accident, or the house we pined for went to another buyer; we didn’t pay attention. When we had a difficult disagreement with a co-worker, or with someone we love; we didn’t notice patterns.

Instead, we reacted emotionally by perceiving events as befallen to us. The more chaotic and stormier things got; the more we panicked. It was scary.

If we are able to get over our shock and pay close attention, we may see that what is being destroyed are actually aspects of ourselves that were unstable. If we get calm enough to see howling winds as powerful cleansing agents with messages, we will notice that our attachment to what we think we own-ideas, opinions, or property, kept us from seeing what needed changing long before the present forced purging.

We chose to ignore that we bought property in a flood plain because we just loved that house! We elected to overlook cracks in relationships, and we decided to dwell in total exhaustion when every night we returned from work listless. We were so tired that we couldn’t remember the last time we had a romantic dinner with our mate, or relished attending the ballet with dear friends. When we arrived at a meeting breathless, we told ourselves that this is the way to succeed.

Instead of witnessing our storms, we relinquish our power to others, or to nature. We suffer because we look at the surface of what goes on in our lives and blame “circumstances” for our misfortunes.

Storms bring some of the greatest gifts…

When we look deeper, we may notice that what is being destroyed, just like in nature, are weakly rooted elements in our lives.

If you ever doubt this, just take a trip to Hawaii. With three out of five active volcanoes, Kilauea, Hawaii’s most famous one, erupts frequently and unpredictably. Yet volcanic activity has added land mass and the state can boast being one of the world’s most diverse eco-systems, housing lush rainforests of incomparable beauty.

Meditating with this painting I saw that playing with a new technique affording little control and requiring long drying time, forced me to pay close attention to what unfolded every day. The mixture of pouring medium, acrylic paint and silicone was quite fluid, so that if I moved the art ever so slightly, I could cause dramatic changes. And if I were impatient with the drying process, I could see some unpleasant results.

I did just that; I touched an almost dried area and it set in an unlikable way, but I knew that unpredictable and uncontrollable events lead to surprisingly good results. Thus, I transformed what I disliked by adding complementary textural paints.

The art now resembled a storm and the red blobs wrapped in gold and arising from it, became a metaphor for the gifts (volcanic eruptions) we allow in our lives when we consider that like the outer storms, our disasters turn out to be the best thing that happened to us!

As we allow ourselves to walk slowly when it rains, or be fully present when we witness severe weather patterns; if we can release the grip on fear; we invite awareness that leads to inspired action, and begin to understand how outer storms mimic rhythms in our life.

Storm was juried into a local holiday event, starting in December. If you purchase it now, you can get ahead of the season of giving and enjoy it for years to come to remind you to accept any and all storms. They may bring pain, but they also bring gifts!

In the Gap


In the Gap by Lidia Kenig
In the Gap by Lidia Kenig (c) 2017

Disappointed because something did not go as you envisioned? You may want to follow along and find out how I went about transforming my suffering.

Disappointment comes from wanting events and circumstances to be different from what they are while forgetting that the wanting comes from mental constructs we created but are not grounded in reality.

We move through life guided by thoughts and images we acquired and adopted as our own, from stories in movies, books and advertising that our society implicitly accepts as normative.

As such, our degree of happiness is measured on “shoulds” and “musts” that conform to what we tell ourselves is the norm.

The house with the white picket fence; the perfect mate with the perfect children who grow up smart and successful and go on to lead perfect lives, are someone else’s stories. The successful entrepreneur who played with a widget in the garage and became a multi-millionaire, and the bartender who was “discovered” by a movie tycoon are also great stories; just not ours.

When our relationships are “flawed”, when what we experience differs from what we thought, we desperately try to bring them into the perfection story line instead of welcoming them as learning experiences and explore the gifts of growth they offer.

Mired in disappointment, we focus on what did not go our way, and belittle what delighted us.

I painted this 6” x 6” x 1.25” cradled wood when I was learning a new technique. My newbie’s clumsiness with the behavior of the paints and the various mediums involved yielded an uninteresting surface. Colors I thought would pop and provide contrast got buried in layers underneath, unable to rise due to the consistency of my mixture.

Instead of trashing it, I set it aside to allow the paint to dry and cure.

Over the next few weeks, the square block would attract my attention. One day I playfully rubbed gold to add interest to the textural layers, but the art was not yet finished with me.

It would take yet another session, after dismissing all mental constructs about being faithful to the technique, that an important life lesson presented itself for healing and integration. I knew that the lesson had nothing to do with the failed technique.

When the background unhappiness about a recent big project became loud enough, I returned to the art seeking space and ease the anxiety. Instead, my openness to remove the obstacles standing in the way of joyousness allowed the painting process to yield understandings of the blocks I faced outside the studio.

Unexpectedly I witnessed the impact that family and close relationships can have on our sense of success, and I realized that in this instance, I measured my success based on the terms I perceive that my family respects. On those terms, I failed miserably!

As I began adding fuchsia-colored dots, I was able to relinquish the lovely but untrue story about some of these relationships. As dots continued on the sides of the canvas, whimsical white shapes appeared, enabling me to shut off my mind and focus on the clarity whiteness affords. Suddenly I saw the hidden yellows, and by adding more, I was able to visually increase the sense of light I sought with the rubbed gold.

The light may be helpful as I begin to relate differently with the people whose standards I took as my own. White lines may guide me as I learn to measure an event’s success the way I do when creating art: by the joy I feel. And how enriched I am when I notice similar feelings on viewers’ faces!

The painting became this morning’s meditation. In the images I see the vastness of the universe filled with possibility. I still don’t know what the new relationships will look like, including the one with myself. Yet with each colored dot I breathe deeply and release fear. Marveling at each whimsical shape I notice how fleetingly they move and how uncontained they are.

The shimmering gold reminds me that beneath its reflective layer there are still hidden colors clamoring to come through. What needs to be transformed is well-rooted in my psyche, and needs time, lots of self-love and compassion to safely surface.

The art mirrors the gap where I now dwell. As when I paint, it is in nothingness that truth shows up singing a clear tune, and sporting perfect colors, shapes and textures.

Creating meaningful lives need no stories, because truth shows up when we are patient and trust in the perfection of our very own path.

May you decide to transform your suffering by purchasing In the Gap

Can Art Really Help People Feel Safe?: A Gallery Talk


Earlier this month I was speaking to a crowd gathered at the gallery where my current exhibit is being held, eager to learn about the effect of art on one’s environment.

I spoke about the energy and vibrational field present in every object, human-made or natural, in birds and fish, in dogs and all animals, in our vegetation, in the stars, sun, moon…in everything! Sharing a sentence from the ancient sacred religious and philosophical teachings from India, the Upanishads, “When a blade of grass is cut, the whole universe quivers”, I emphasized that what is in artworks — a combination of the artist’s intention, the energy of the materials and that of the colors, shapes and textures — have great influence on viewers and even more on those who install the art in their homes.

Art, I said, may have an insidious or benevolent voice, depending on the above mentioned factors. But this apparently inconspicuous voice never shuts off, and like “a blade of grass…cut” continuously affects the livelihood of the household or the business where it resides.

When someone creates a sacred object with intentions to heal and protect, they may use prayer to focus on thoughts that are best for those who commission it and to actively engage the help of a greater power, such as God, the angels, Spirit, Allah or the Universe, while creating it. These practices result, is very powerful art.

MSR Door Protector by Lidia KenigThe signature art I call Door Protectors, is an example of such creations, and is perhaps a twist on other symbols commonly used for personal protection, such as the Christian cross, images of Jesus, or the Evil Eye, the Buddhist Abhaya Mudra hand or the Jewish Mezuzah.

In all cases, the aforementioned symbols are either worn or are affixed somewhere near an entrance to a space. The ancient art and science of Feng Shui places great emphasis on entry doors to any space as a portal between random energy and the more controlled energy of the lived-in environment, and as an important element that provides conscious opportunities to shift from one mindset and onto another.

In fact, the state and placement of the front door in any home or business is the most important determinant of the health and well-being of the people who use the space.

Thus, the Door Protectors I have been creating for the past 8 years are always installed above the front door, and are filled with images, crystals, objects and other symbols that I intuited to be beneficial for the people who requested the art.  At the center of all the paintings there is an ancient Sanskrit mantra written in Tibetan script, called the Wish Granting Jewel Mantra, and it is the mantra I continuously chant as I paint and tap into the Divine heart.

After the paintings are completed, I help the home owners or business executives install the art with intention and consult with them as needed to insure that they will derive maximum benefits from the customized artwork.

In addition to the nearly unbelievable stories of growth, unexpected income, health related occurrences that caused people to resolve previously elusive physical symptoms, and shifts in jobs, friendships and difficult relationships, that I collected over the years, three of the attendees to the gallery talk stated that they purposely came to the presentation because they owned Door Protectors I created for them and were eager to tell others about the positive effects said art form has had in their lives.

Stories ranged from feeling rudderless and now able to refocus their minds into a satisfying life direction, to summoning the courage to ask for a divorce and feeling free and yes, protected in all endeavors, to a corporate lawyer who by working daily with the art, shifted the fortunes and the culture of a well-respected law firm. A young rescue worker stationed in Florida during the recent ravages of hurricane Irma found his living quarters nearly intact and livable upon return, even though it was located amongst many inundated units. He stated that he connects with his Door Protector daily.

When people asked that I identify what specifically makes the art protective, I started by focusing on the ancient mantra’s 12 syllables. These are the visual equivalents of 12 recommended Buddhist practices leading to a fulfilling life. The colors, shapes, textures and other objects in the mixed media paintings provide visual cues people need to feel empowered to lead a purposeful life. Together, they comprise the essence of the protection the art provides.

In other words, when a person is engaged in doing what they love, cares deeply for the well-being of others and compassionately acts on it; when one speaks, thinks and acts guided by love, and sees every life situation as a learning experience, he/she will feel empowered. Such practices form a personal shield that cannot be easily pierced.

The sacred art can help people feel safe because it constantly mirrors and informs its owners on the state of their shields.

If you are interested in commissioning a Door Protector or want to start by ordering a print, please go to,  Door Protectors 

 

Uncountable Flowers


Uncountable Flowers by Lidia Kenig
Uncountable Flowers by Lidia Kenig (c)

“I have been a seeker and I still am,

but I stopped asking the books and the stars.

I started listening to the teaching of my soul.”

Rumi

Looking into the amethyst sea I notice the morning fog lifting to reveal on its mirrored surface tiny stars fallen from the azure sky as night was parting.

“What a gift”, I thought.

Uncountable flowers are blossoming on golden stems growing amidst massive fronds of earth.

On this glorious new day, Gaia turned to pure gold to reveal its true nature; unlimited abundance.

Industrious millipedes feast in the wee hours scrubbing the shoots’ roots clean to expose vibrant health.

The air is pregnant with joy and I breathe it all in the here and now.

I am listening to the teaching of my soul.

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My way of listening to my soul is by painting, and on the morning of the Jewish Day of Atonement, the prescribed fasting, prayers and silence turned into more than six hours of co-creation.

But it took ten more days of looking into the amethyst sea until I began to see that Spirit was in its flowing waters. And much like the beautiful purple crystal of the same name, it was inviting me to connect more deeply with the energy of Divinity, and uncover spiritual lessons etched in my present life situations.

In the lifting fog I could see that I was still trapped by mind constructs that do not serve me. The art was beckoning me to get out of a cage that is keyless.

The millipedes’ appearance and the overabundance of pure gold provided clues that I needed to dig deep into my upbringing and clear the past.

Millipedes make their home in damp, dark spots burrowed in the soil or under plant debris on forest floors. They munch on rotting leaves, wood and other moist, decaying vegetation. These scavengers function as important plant decomposers in nature, recycling nutrients back into the soil like earthworms.

The slow yet effective arthropods were teaching me to patiently and deeply munch away at the thought patterns acquired in childhood, and created from observing my parents behaviors, my extended family’s reactions and my interactions with other people. The past (decaying vegetation) needed to be decomposed, yet its roots had rich nutrients that could be recycled into lessons learned and integrated.

Old patterns can indeed enrich our lives. I do this when I recycle them as paintings carrying spiritual guidance, and then use these to help others uncover what in their lives need to be scavenged away. And as the delicate gold leaves floating in the water imply; there is much wealth present in my life:  I do what I love and I am supported by wonderful collectors, students, friends and family.

The tiny stars scattered on the water provide additional insights about the art that I co-create with Spirit.  Seeking Divine guidance is only one part of the equation. The other part is to act on what I have intuited and closely monitor my thoughts when I am not painting, meditating or teaching.

When we trust divine guidance, and move in the world propelled by that guidance, what we manifest is in alignment with our path in this lifetime.

As I finally focused on the magical flowers blossoming out of pure gold I knew I was listening to the teaching of my soul. I understood my lesson and felt as if I had wings. My chest expanded to accommodate joy and then, I remembered another of Rumi’s lessons,

“I looked in temples, churches, and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.”

And for the first time, I noticed that the flowers were everywhere. They were uncountable!

May this painting provide you with many blessings.  Go to, Uncountable Flowers to purchase it now.

 

Finding Oneness


Finding Oneness by Lidia Kenig-Scher
Finding Oneness By Lidia Kenig-Scher

After I finished this painting, I could not understand what was teaching me. Every morning I would sit with it in meditation, and…nothing.

Placing it next to my computer, hoping for the writing to flow and a title, I could see that in fact, flowing may be involved. And the gold background with the silver swirls seemed to imply that there was something rich about it all.

The wordless words made its appearance again, so I knew that the art’s message was important, yet I was not ready to understand it. So I moved on, I painted another picture and wrote about other things.

It all changed months later after a week-long meditation retreat, when Patience rewarded me. The morning after, I felt pulled to the art, sensing that this was the time for me to hear what it had been eager to show me.

The gray tight arc on the bottom of the canvas guided me in and swept me into a dimension of shape, color, texture and line. The “letters” that appear to emanate from the wave, quickly moved me on to a bright angel-like figure in the center.

I kept on being pulled in and out of the canvas as I followed one curve and landed on another, until eventually my eyes and my body moved to the large sinuous forms above, where I instantly felt physically and emotionally cradled.

A breezy lightness caressed me and I began to make mellifluous sounds I had never known.

It was as if I was experiencing the entire universe both within me and outside of me in perfect orchestration. I was sometimes water and then I was earth. I became the wind and then I was light.

I saw the delightful sounds etched in the gold letters flow harmoniously about and I was happy.

Without a doubt I knew I found the state of Oneness.

The art was teaching me how to apply this knowledge in my everyday life. Look at the lines as if they are tree branches cast in the river. They are light, free, unencumbered by the past, not worried about the future.

Could I be a tree branch when I am in the grips of an emotionally charged situation?

The watery shapes mimic the currents of a river. As in life, when a situation or relationship stops us on our tracks and we get blinded by blaming, anger, guilt, and regret; we could instead acknowledge that we are stuck and carefully observe the terrain around us until we can begin to see and appreciate its riches.

Could I just breathe in the moment and see the goodness in the problem?

It may mean changing our vantage point to examine how we perceive what was happening. We could decide to see the other as a catalyst for what we needed to learn in that relationship. We could also look at the other as a mirror for what is lacking in our lives. And we could notice that the firm hand of the Divine was pushing us to learn a very necessary life lesson but we were afraid to look deeply.

Instead of being imprisoned by our emotions, or frozen with fear, we can be patient, remain alert and with gentleness of spirit, we could allow for the next wave-breath to release the grip the particular “rock” had on us.

It may take for us to move in and out of the situation. We may have to be gingerly pulled from rock to cove, until we become aware that we were never powerless, not we were ever alone.

Ahh…the riches!

If we could notice angels around us like in the painting, we will know that Spirit was present all the time, counseling us to float along with the currents as witnesses and reminding us that we are not separate from one another or anything.

Spirit is there even when the wind blows colder, and the waters turn murky and stormy. In embracing what we see as good or judge bad as being perfectly orchestrated for our growth, we find the crystalline clarity known as wisdom. It comes from our heart; it is Oneness and renders us very powerful.

May you be inspired to discover Oneness and make delicious sounds you never knew. Put this painting on your wall by clicking on Finding Oneness now.

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The Pain that Makes us Aware


From the Depths to the Light by Lidia Kenig-Scher
From the Depths to the Light by Lidia Kenig-Scher

You want to feel good, no? Yeah, we all do; and what we do and acquire in order to fulfill our yearning to feel happier!

When the discontent that was playing in the background becomes so painful that there is nothing available to assuage the suffering, we get busy with all-consuming projects, we buy new cosmetics, get a new toy, we plan a trip…

Eventually the pain can no longer be ignored; we get sick, have an accident, a relationship breaks down and cannot be easily repaired.

And then we have to decide to look at what hurts with compassion, or choose to succumb to the misery and give our power away.

“This pain is not to make you sad, remember. That’s where people go on missing…. This pain is just to make you more alert–because people become alert only when the arrow goes deep into their heart and wounds them. Otherwise they don’t become alert. When life is easy, comfortable, convenient, who cares? Who bothers to become alert?” * said Osho Rajneesh

So it is with major life events that seem out of our control. The death of a loved one causes us to confront grief and loss, and in the breakup of a primary relationship, we may also experience shame, confusion and fear.

When we are fired from a job, our sense of self and our security are challenged, but in the midst of an earthquake or a flood, every physiological need is at risk, as our very survival is in question. Yet Osho continues to suggest that “those are the occasions when, if [we] use them, [we] can become aware. 
The arrow is hurting: it can be used. The pain is not to make [us] miserable, the pain is to make [us] more aware! And when [we] are aware, misery disappears.”*

Such is the subject of this painting. It invites us to courageously dive into the original background discontent and go a little deeper, so that we may be able to bring ourselves back into balance and experience a transformational growth spurt.

Fear keeps us in avoidance mode, whereas when we are physically hurting we have no choice but to look at the source of the pain. In inaction, we can search for the knot that is holding the suffering.

Suffering forces us to explore the present for clues that mirror our sorry situation and discern what has come up for healing. In darkness we may see possibilities.

Possibilities are the jewels pain provides. Healing ensues when we are aware of its gifts.

The painting facilitates this by luring viewers to dive into the turbulent waters, hang on to slippery silk strings, grab some hurling jewels and look at the faceted crystals flowing upwards from the bottom, refusing to sink into the abyss. Mirror-like pieces float about and whirling brush strokes surge upwards from a knot midpoint on the bottom.

Knots are provocative; more so is a knot under water.  It implies that there something anchoring it. But we are unable to see it at first because the actual knot here is at the bottom of the canvas!

Most disconcerting is that in order to find the knot and what is anchoring it; we need to swim against the current, implying that when facing a present obstacle, we cannot apply old solutions to resolve it. We must allow ourselves to be swept by the strong currents of emotion and in reliving the pain we can untie the hold it has on our life and that keeps us from moving freely in the here and now.

Do you see that there is light at the top?

We can only emerge whole and healed if we are willing to forgive ourselves and “the other” we perceive as wronging us. Then we can untie the old pain and see the pieces of our ego-mind hurling and swirling through the sea of our suffering toward the transformation that ensues when we reach the clear light of a new day (the understanding).

Water (emotions) can be our ally in acknowledging and embracing our deeply rooted suffering (ego). Befriending it, the ego ceases to be the needy child constantly craving and aimlessly moving as it realizes that it too can win by attaching to our inner power and fueling our passions.

In forgiveness, our heart/mind is at the helm unleashing huge gushes of love. Peace and harmony envelop us. In Oneness with the entire Universe, we accept the gift of healing and our power to create a new life chapter.

If you are willing to let pain bring you awareness, this painting is for you. Only prints are available at, From the Depths to the Light.

*Crying in your loneliness, From Take it Easy, Osho Rashneesh. Volume 2 Chapter 12