"Stream Of Art"
VOGELEIN
30 June 1996 Stream of Art
After walking into an antique store together, Patricia and I had
walked off in different directions, she down one of the aisles, and I
toward a counter. I stood in front of the counter, which was about waist
high, and looked at a shelf which was directly above the counter and just
a little higher than my head. Seeing an intriguing-looking array of cards
and books arranged on the shelf, I reached up and pulled down a stiff
piece of paper which I at first thought was a large post card - about the
size of piece of notebook paper. Looking at it more closely I saw that it
had a picture on one side of it - a picture of the actors in the
television series Bonanza . Writing which looked like different
autographs was scribbled all over the picture.
Intrigued by the photograph and the autograph, I again looked at
the shelf above my head, reached up, and this time pulled down what looked
like a loose leaf book with about twenty notebook-size pages in it. I held
the book in my hand and began flipping through it, amazed and quickly
absorbed by what I saw. Page after page of artwork unfolded before me -
not ordinary printed artwork, but the actual original work of the
artists. I was astonished to even find an original painting by Salvador
Dali and one by Pablo Picasso. After looking at the book for a while, I
thought I understood it a little better. I thought the work was an
experimental compilation of original artwork done by about twenty
different artists when the artists had all been very young, probably in
their early twenties. Dali and Picasso were the only two artists whose
names I recognized, and I thought those two probably had been the only
ones who had become successful and famous. The work had been put together
as an experiment to see just how much the value of the book would increase
over the years. And in the lower right corner of one page I saw a series
of prices which had been crossed out, each succeeding price higher than
the last. The last price was $217.00, which I concluded was the current
price of the book, and the amount I would have to pay for it if I wanted
it. Although I thought that sounded like a lot of money, I was
nevertheless definitely interested in buying the book.
Only then did I notice that several women had walked up together
to the counter and were now talking with a man on the other side of the
counter. Overhearing what they were saying, I realized that the women were
talking to the man about buying the very book which I was holding. Or at
least they were talking about buying a book like the one I was holding,
and since I did not know if there were any other books like this one, I
thought they might be talking about buying the one I was holding.
I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to buy the book. But I wanted
Patricia to see it before I actually told the man behind the counter that
I would take the book. I quickly spotted Patricia in one of the aisles not
far from me. I beckoned her and she immediately came over to me.
I laid the book down on the counter where she could see it, and
once again I began flipping through the pages. I was specifically looking
for the paintings by Dali and Picasso, thinking those were the most
valuable ones and the ones which I especially wanted Patricia to see.
After flipping through about ten pictures, I found the one by Picasso and
showed it to Patricia. But it seemed strange to me, because I thought the
first time I had looked through the book, Dali s painting had been first
in line. Nevertheless we both looked at Picasso s painting. It was done on
some brown paper about the color of a paper sack. It was actually little
more than a series of black lines with no color and little or no form. But
Picasso had signed the work, and I knew that his signature was what made
the painting valuable.
I continued flipping through the book again until I found a
painting by Dali. But this one was different than the one I had first
seen. This one showed some figures on a brown sandy-colored plain, with an
azure sky overhead. It was quite beautiful. But I still wondered about the
other Dali which I thought I had seen before. I flipped back towards the
beginning of the book until I found the other picture. But now I was
uncertain that this other picture was actually by Dali. I couldn t be
sure. But at least the book did have the one beautiful painting by Dali,
and it might even have two by Dali. I was quite satisfied. And when
Patricia indicated that she also liked the book and that she thought it
was a good buy, I handed it to the man behind the counter and told him I
would take it. I was not sure I had that much cash on me, but I thought I
could pay with a credit card.
But almost immediately I thought I had acted too quickly. I
thought I should have tried to haggle with the man; perhaps I could have
bought the book more cheaply. I reflected that I felt pressured by the
women, who were still standing there, and I had acted precipitously to
avoid their buying the book out from under me. But still I thought there
might be some chance that even though I had told the man I would take the
book, that I might be able to get it more cheaply.
I looked at the man, who had just finished putting the book into a
white plastic sack, and I asked if he would take $200.00 for the book. The
man stopped and looked at me. He did not seem offended that I would be
making such a tardy offer, but instead of handing the package to me, he
laid it aside on the counter. He then politely told me that he could not
lower the price, and that in fact his boss had been talking about raising
the price. Realizing there was no hope of getting a better price, I told
the man I would take the book.
***
Patricia and I were standing alone together in a sparsely wooded
area out behind the antique store. We had already made our purchase and
were now standing next to a small muddy stream which was less than a yard
wide and less than a foot deep. Patricia was wearing a pair of tight
fitting white slacks and was nude from the waist up. She looked extremely
sexy with her brown skin and large breasts.
Both Patricia and I knew that the stream where we were standing
had something to do with art, although it was unclear to me what it was.
But somehow I thought the stream flowed into the antique store and into
other buildings in the area. The stream also had something to do with
movies, and this aspect of the stream was what most interested Patricia,
who may have already been standing in the water.
For my part, I felt as if for some reason I myself needed to stand
in the stream - to get my feet wet. I was uncertain what I would
accomplish by standing in the water, and I hesitated to do so because the
water looked dirty and perhaps even polluted. But still I knew I needed to
stand in the water, and I did not think it would prove to be a terribly
unpleasant experience.
dbo...@eden.com
voge...@aol.com (VOGELEIN) wrote:
>30 June 1996 Stream of Art
> After walking into an antique store together, Patricia and I had
>walked off in different directions, she down one of the aisles, and I
>toward a counter. I stood in front of the counter, which was about waist
>high, and looked at a shelf which was directly above the counter and just
>a little higher than my head. Seeing an intriguing-looking array of cards
>and books arranged on the shelf, I reached up and pulled down a stiff
>piece of paper which I at first thought was a large post card - about the
>size of piece of notebook paper. Looking at it more closely I saw that it
>had a picture on one side of it - a picture of the actors in the
>television series Bonanza . Writing which looked like different
>autographs was scribbled all over the picture.
Store is shopping...choosing...your future. You are the conscious
which goes to the counter and is the one doing the shopping...because
the conscious is the part of mind which chooses. The subconscious,
Patricia...goes into the "shelf" area ....the storage area....not the
purchasing area. The message on the card is just above your awareness
level at this point in time. You see that it is Bonanza...the family
who "had it made" with their Ponderosa ranch....except they were all
men...all logic with no emotional feminine distractions (except for
the guests, of course).
.........................
> Intrigued by the photograph and the autograph, I again looked at
>the shelf above my head, reached up, and this time pulled down what looked
>like a loose leaf book with about twenty notebook-size pages in it. I held
>the book in my hand and began flipping through it, amazed and quickly
>absorbed by what I saw. Page after page of artwork unfolded before me -
>not ordinary printed artwork, but the actual original work of the
>artists. I was astonished to even find an original painting by Salvador
>Dali and one by Pablo Picasso.
Surrealism and Semi-Abstracted Symbolism.
..................
>After looking at the book for a while, I
>thought I understood it a little better.
Gaining awareness.
...............
>I thought the work was an
>experimental compilation of original artwork done by about twenty
>different artists when the artists had all been very young, probably in
>their early twenties. Dali and Picasso were the only two artists whose
>names I recognized, and I thought those two probably had been the only
>ones who had become successful and famous. The work had been put together
>as an experiment to see just how much the value of the book would increase
>over the years. And in the lower right corner of one page I saw a series
>of prices which had been crossed out, each succeeding price higher than
>the last. The last price was $217.00, which I concluded was the current
>price of the book, and the amount I would have to pay for it if I wanted
>it. Although I thought that sounded like a lot of money, I was
>nevertheless definitely interested in buying the book.
Interested in gaining the knowledge. Time is money. Money is time.
217 adds up to 10. The price is in time you would have to pay.
......................
>to the counter and were now talking with a man on the other side of the
>counter. Overhearing what they were saying, I realized that the women were
>talking to the man about buying the very book which I was holding. Or at
>least they were talking about buying a book like the one I was holding,
>and since I did not know if there were any other books like this one, I
>thought they might be talking about buying the one I was holding.
> I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to buy the book. But I wanted
>Patricia to see it before I actually told the man behind the counter that
>I would take the book. I quickly spotted Patricia in one of the aisles not
>far from me. I beckoned her and she immediately came over to me.
You are "pressed" to choose...but want to confirm the expenditure of
your time and effort with the subconscious...intuition, memory and
emotions.
..................
> I laid the book down on the counter where she could see it, and
>once again I began flipping through the pages. I was specifically looking
>for the paintings by Dali and Picasso, thinking those were the most
>valuable ones and the ones which I especially wanted Patricia to see.
>After flipping through about ten pictures, I found the one by Picasso and
>showed it to Patricia. But it seemed strange to me, because I thought the
>first time I had looked through the book, Dali s painting had been first
>in line. Nevertheless we both looked at Picasso s painting. It was done on
>some brown paper about the color of a paper sack. It was actually little
>more than a series of black lines with no color and little or no form. But
>Picasso had signed the work, and I knew that his signature was what made
>the painting valuable.
Picasso was more abstract. Dali more surreal. Brown is a fertile
color...dirt in which things grow. Black and white lines with no
color or form....means taking the "emotion" or personal feelings out
of it and go to the binary "process" to understand the "language".
....................
> I continued flipping through the book again until I found a
>painting by Dali. But this one was different than the one I had first
>seen. This one showed some figures on a brown sandy-colored plain, with an
>azure sky overhead. It was quite beautiful. But I still wondered about the
>other Dali which I thought I had seen before. I flipped back towards the
>beginning of the book until I found the other picture. But now I was
>uncertain that this other picture was actually by Dali. I couldn t be
>sure. But at least the book did have the one beautiful painting by Dali,
>and it might even have two by Dali. I was quite satisfied. And when
>Patricia indicated that she also liked the book and that she thought it
>was a good buy, I handed it to the man behind the counter and told him I
>would take it. I was not sure I had that much cash on me, but I thought I
>could pay with a credit card.
Good. Conscious and subconscious agreement. You can't afford not to
buy..actually.
..............
>thought I should have tried to haggle with the man; perhaps I could have
>bought the book more cheaply. I reflected that I felt pressured by the
>women, who were still standing there, and I had acted precipitously to
>avoid their buying the book out from under me. But still I thought there
>might be some chance that even though I had told the man I would take the
>book, that I might be able to get it more cheaply.
The women are new emotional urges which are pushing you to make the
decision. All change and growth is caused by emotion, essentially. It
is the mother of creation. This change causes confusion and a
temptation to let it slide. This is the temptation in the
wilderness...to take the easy way out.
There is no cheap way to gain knowledge about yourself. The only
things worth doing are the difficult. One cannot be a conquerer by
conquering the weak. You "get what you pay for"...you "get out of
something what you put into it". But we all keep trying that easy way
out, don't we?
....................
> I looked at the man, who had just finished putting the book into a
>white plastic sack, and I asked if he would take $200.00 for the book. The
>man stopped and looked at me. He did not seem offended that I would be
>making such a tardy offer, but instead of handing the package to me, he
>laid it aside on the counter. He then politely told me that he could not
>lower the price, and that in fact his boss had been talking about raising
>the price. Realizing there was no hope of getting a better price, I told
>the man I would take the book.
..............
You can't bargain for such knowledge....as I said above, you must pay.
................
> Patricia and I were standing alone together in a sparsely wooded
>area out behind the antique store. We had already made our purchase and
>were now standing next to a small muddy stream which was less than a yard
>wide and less than a foot deep. Patricia was wearing a pair of tight
>fitting white slacks and was nude from the waist up. She looked extremely
>sexy with her brown skin and large breasts.
....................
Sparsely wooded indicates two things. First a lack of many trees
which are karma/memory. (As we resolve conflicts from the past set we
trim trees and clear forests) Second the clearings indicate places
for new growth to take place. The muddy stream is the misunderstood
or confused emotion. Not a lot but a little. White slacks is control
of the emotions. Being nude means without identity. Anytime you
choose to change something basic in your operating system or belief
system...the subconscious must change identities...or lose the old
one. Exposed breasts are symbols of the "nourishing" possibilities of
the emotional response.
....................
> Both Patricia and I knew that the stream where we were standing
>had something to do with art, although it was unclear to me what it was.
>But somehow I thought the stream flowed into the antique store and into
>other buildings in the area. The stream also had something to do with
>movies, and this aspect of the stream was what most interested Patricia,
>who may have already been standing in the water.
..................
YOU are the art. Your life. The stream flowing out of or into the
temple is an ancient symbol...even included in the Revelation. It is
the flow of creative spirit into the mind and then out into the life
or landscape. Movies are how the conscious awareness sees dreams.
Movies are also how the subconscious awareness sees your life.
.............
> For my part, I felt as if for some reason I myself needed to stand
>in the stream - to get my feet wet. I was uncertain what I would
>accomplish by standing in the water, and I hesitated to do so because the
>water looked dirty and perhaps even polluted. But still I knew I needed to
>stand in the water, and I did not think it would prove to be a terribly
>unpleasant experience.
.............
Yes, get your "feet wet". Feel the spirit of adventure. Don't let the
"muddy....unclear...or the fear of polluting your current "program of
belief" retard your growth and return you to stagnation.
You absolutely "know" in the inner levels of Self awareness that you
must go forward with this. Do it.
Don
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