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AJNA – Eye of the Soul
A tale of integrated vision
To walk with one eye outward and one eye inward is to live in two worlds at once.
The outward eye tracks form and collective unfolding. The inward eye listens for sensation, clues, and subtle vision.
Together, they create a living art - one that asks for presence, discernment, and the courage to know when outer noise is drowning inner truth… or when inner spirals pull us away from what needs facing.
This is the path of integration - where soul meets structure, clarity meets mystery, and the seen and unseen move as one.
I made this piece during a time of crisis - both globally and inside my own body.
Too much outward looking with both eyes triggered a neurological event. Politics, fear loops, mental work overload.
Call it a migraine… one morning, visual distortions prompted me to lie down and close my eyes. But it progressed quickly into unfamiliar territory: strange sensations, tingling in my hands and head, and a sudden inability to access the part of my brain that forms words. I was alone at my place in Bali and, for a time, couldn’t operate my phone or even figure out how to ask for help. I was without vision, without speech… in uncharted territory.
Eventually, I managed to send my coordinates to my new friend Ashanna. “Do we need to take you to the hospital?” she asked. I wasn’t sure. I only knew I needed her presence to help me calibrate. I needed someone who could hold me in both worlds. She was the perfect ally and sat with me for some hours. By evening, I was grounded enough to walk to a nearby restaurant. Still wobbly - but okay.
But I didn’t entirely bounce back the next day. Or the next weeks.
So I chose to work with the energy.
I tuned out of the outer world and turned both eyes inward.
I dropped into my energy centers one by one - my glands aka makers of hormones aka agents that operate us - and asked what my systems were working through.
My inner vision was potent, while my outer sight was still limited by light sensitivity when not in a very calm environment.
I took this opportunity to make art. Old school: paper and pen. I had already gridded the page with ruler and pencil weeks earlier for a special assignment - a drawing of a snake moving through structures and shapes. This vision came during a drop-in with my beloved assistant Ruthie, my Leom sidekick and ally in everything logical and magical. Ya know… just the regular things we do at work.
The snake appeared as a gift - an energy that moves through the frameworks and structures of life, fortifying them when we remember to invite it. A force that makes the work we came to do feel more alive, more meaningful, and endlessly more worth doing. Like… what are we even doing without it???
It’s always a big deal when I finally crack into these art assignments. When the pen meets the paper and the timelessness arrives. I listened to beautiful, calming music, letting the energy move through me, showing me how it wanted to take form.
My favorite way to exist.
I won’t share every detail, but let’s just say I operated in an altered state for a month… was I loosing my marbles?
I still somehow navigated details on 30+ designs with my tailors while in this mode.
I had received information in my meditations that my systems were in a sort of chrysalis. A reconstruction that needed time. A renegotiation. Likely connected to the journey of hormones morphing and changing and initiating me once again into a new sense of self.
And I drew myself through it.
Now here it is:
The flowing force, dressed as an ancient river spirit.
A serpent moving through systems like water.
A single alchemized eye that sits between dualities.
Embodied and engaged
This is my prayer
Looking outward too much threw me off. So I turned both eyes inward to counterbalance. And eventually I fully returned.
Whew… What a trip it is to be me.
I probably did lose a marble…. But I guess I didn’t need that particular one anymore.
But if you want a cool shirt… I gotchu.
