If you choose to look forward,
project only light and love.
When you wake up, do not judge
yourself.
St. Germaine.
~ Imelda Frances Burnadette Maguire ~ 2009
On the Eve. of the Millennium 2000 my 50th birthday, I found myself in recovery on the psychiatric ward at the Oshawa General Hospital.
The Ten Illusions came to me in a gift package of inspiring uplifting notes and quotes to read and ponder upon ~ a gift from my daughter. Profound is this gift of wisdom delivered with true love ~
The Ten Illusions
1.
Need Exists
2.
Failure Exists
3.
Disunity Exists
4.
Insufficiency Exists
5.
Requirement Exists
6.
Judgment Exists
7.
Condemnation Exists
8.
Conditionality Exists
9.
Superiority Exists
10.
Ignorance Exists
Why do these things exist?
What might life be like if they indeed did not exist?
~ Imelda FB Maguire ~ Pondering message from the universe
Timeless Expression by Maguire Studio ~ 2011
Earthen Man
April 1 ~ 2011
The First Stroke
Earthen Man soaring free
On passion wing
Rest awhile in the palm of Grace
Heart open wide
Full of joy
Enter New Earth clean and fresh Upon a crystal breath
Witness the birth of Forever Free
On the swing of Heaven’s Gate
Where all souls are equal
~ Earthen Man ~
Left to right; Sunny Dhillon, Imelda Maguire, Brye Briggs November 22, 2011 Installation and Presentation of Earthen Man
Total Rehab Clinic, Ajax Ontario
Private Collection of Sunny Dhillon
Ajax Ontario
Earthen Man is Presented to Sunny Dhillon In humble Gratitude For his generous gift of unconditional caring Love Delivered through hands of Compassion Grandest of Grace to his fellow man
Earthen Man
Sunny Dhillon
Sunny and Brye have been friends since grade school, they were also mates playingon the same All Star Turrel Soccer League through their High School years. The two young men went off to University and then on to define their lives, always remaining friends.
Sunny became a chiropractor, he knew that Brye had a troubled leg from a sport accident in his first year of University where he was headed in the tummy resulting in the loss of his spleen and deep vein thrombosis, impairing Brye for the rest of his life with a very temperamental swollen leg that holds him at continual great risk for a recurring blood clot.
Throughout the following years; being concerned for Brye's optimal health, Sunny began to treat Brye's troubled leg without ever taking so much as a dime from Brye for his personal attention and professional care that he administered to Brye.
When Sunny opened his new clinic Total Rehab, Brye shared with me that he wanted very much to thank Sunny for all the years of his support.
Together Brye and I began to envision a painting for Sunny to hang on the wall of his new clinic. Earthen Man is the result of that conversation between a mother and a son who surely are very grateful to Sunny for sharing himself so generously for his special gift to a friend in need.
It was indeed with great honor and joy to be there with Brye to present and instal Earthen Man on the wall of Sunny's new clinic.
Compassion and Grace witnessed in another, indeed inspires us all.
Thank You Sunny
Earthen Man
Monica Cotton
During the work of Earthen Man, beautiful virtuoso soprano Monica Cotton lived across the hall from the Timeless Expression Studio with her husband Kent, two young sons, two beautiful daughters and their wee friend Tybalt the cat.
Heavenly it was to be working away to the sweet voice of an angel echoing through the old walls, down the four flights of spiral stairs, through the building and out onto the street.
During the last evening of March 2011, while lost in the attempt to define human anatomy for the work on Earthen Man,I became aware of a grand commotion going on outside the studio door. Something compelled me to have a look out into the hall to check out what was going on... I opened the door; the hallway outside the studio was full of emergency people and police along with the two boys and Kent who all stood there in striking shock.
Monica
had been nursing a cold and flu which within a week had taken her life.
Her passing was at 2:00 am, April 01, 2011 while I was working on Earthen Man.
Nothing will ever express the tidal wave that shook the very soul of us all.
When my head finally did hit the pillow which was the next night, I had a dream;
Monica was sending me an SOS from Heaven. How can I say that you might ask?
Well you see, I had shared with Monica that my father was an Irish Tenor and that my favorite memory of my Papa is him singing the Ave. Maria while he worked away in his little shop fixing radios and tube televisions. He sang so beautifully until tears would stream down his face. All who listened to Papa sing were spellbound.
When Monica taught music lessons across the hall in their family suite, she would warm up for her students with the Ave. Maria just for me, knowing full well that I would be listening, with tears running down my face, her heavenly voice would bring my Papa close to my heart.
Monica, Kent and the boys loved coming over to watch the progress of the painting, so you see, how can this SOS not always be with Earthen Man?
Compelled I am to reply to Monica... message received!
The following Love Letter from Heaven is Monica's SOS to her family who love her so dearly which she sang to me in my dream that night after her passing.
Love Letter from Heaven
April 01, 2011
Love is everywhere
Everywhere
The strongest heart being so brave as to weep
Healing tear
In this Heavenly moment
So full of life
The beauty of Joy
Kissedthe lip of Passion
One could not dare but to surrender to delight
Lest the dark arrive
Peace Peace Peace
Home now on the Breath
Here at the foot of Heaven's Gate
Inside the softness of an Angel
The joyous dance ofPassionand Graceis surely in the air
Then
The Indescribable Face of God
~ Heaven ~
Listen Closely To The Whisper
Tender is the one to wipe away fear
Shimmer does purple hue
Still aglow in the silent of night
Humble are we all
In the Divine Presence of God
Echo of a distant realm
Hold sacred oblivion beyond a golden peak
Hidden between the dark of cloud
Softly touched by Creators hand
Heart is lost in a world of illusion and time
Sweet breathless word of Divine
Hold the darkness of night
Listen closely to their whisper
Dear Monica
Your sweet voice echoes within the walls of Old Alger
So missed by all you truly are, yet never too far from the heart.
