Our Creative Power

It happened again. I have been told by many people in my life, Mentors, Coaches, Ministers, City Leaders, and other successful influential people in my life, I can create my own reality by visualizing. Somehow after experiencing myself these phenomena...I still did not have 100 percent faith in the idea or philosophy. A few years ago I had a vision in the middle of my life of anxiety, depression and self pity, I was going to be successful and happy one day with regards to my art life. At this time in my life I was not creating much but for enjoyment in my garage. It was for time to get away from the world. I did not even want to show anyone for fear of rejection and ridicule. I guess as artists we all have that privacy factor. Not so much fear or just very personal to express yourself and for the first time a show in public. I did not let many people watch me not even my children. It was kind of intimidating to hear the criticisms even if they were positive encouraging ones. During this tumultuous time in my life I was having these visions. I was more feeling it than seeing it. I was feeling that my art was one day going to be seen by many and sought after by many. "Many" was a very questionable word at the time. Many people? What did that mean? Hoards of people? Room full of people? Calls from interested people? Showing in front of people? I guess it did not matter. For at the time one person was enough for me.



To date I have been public since October 2009. I have been seen by many people and have done quite a few shows. I have been interviewed and talked about by very influential people. My art has been purchase and is hanging in homes I could only dream of owning. I have met so many wonderful people in my connections. I have been regarded as a very unique artist. A pioneer in my niche. I love all of the attention. Not because of the attention so much. I am a very shy person at heart. Telling you that if you know me you would laugh. As a young man if you knew me that would be how you would describe me. When I express myself through my art I can be whoever and whatever I want to be. I can tell the story my way. I can be as passionate as I want to be and show the color I want. It is one area in my life I have total control. I thought it was the only area I had the control of. Now I know of another area I have total control of. I found this through my art. I have total control of creating my life.



God our creator gave us this gift to control creating all of our lives. He gave us this gift. All this time I thought the Good Book was exaggerating that we are created in his image. We are. He is should and spirit. Energy power and might. He is all universes. He created with thought. He thought it and then it was. We are of the same spirit. Yet we keep that part of our being doormat never getting to really know that side of us. That supersubconcious mind in us that is so powerful. We waste all of this power through a life time of worry doubt despair. We search for that special thing in our lives that will give us an answer and make us happy when all along it is with in us begging for us to release it. Release this unbridled power to create majesty. Create a world to fulfill and enlighten. We have all the answers of our purpose for ourselves, within us. All we have to do is slow down and be quiet.



I have been reading so much literature on this journey. My entire life I was different always searching reading exploring and trying to find answers. Even in my so called darkest hour I was wondering why true happiness escaped me. Why I could not let all the money and material things I had accumulated make up for the happiness I lacked inside. I had a great life. Wonderful children a beautiful wife. Yet I could not appreciate where I was at. I was still looking for more. That little thing that made that huge difference. Where was it? It was so depressing that I let my life blast by. Like a blink of an eye I am Older. My youth was gone. My skin was not as shiny and tight. I was older. Different. I did not recognize myself in the mirror. I saw myself standing before my art in my dreams thoughts and believing it was so. There was nothing in my life at that moment that could convince me this was not going to happen. Just as sure as death was certain one day it was certain to me that I would do my art and it was going to be big. I got a taste of it in a short frame of time last year. I am so thankful to all of those people who I have met and encouraged me. I went back to work after being laid off giving me the opportunity to create for most of the year. And these past few months I have been getting these visions again. They started small and very mild. Now I see it as death is certain. We know this for truth that we will die in flesh. I know for certain that I will be creating for wonderful people again. I will give people inspiration through my visual art. Through the creative process that I have a passion for. I see everyone who everyone is and it does not matter. I see it as the sun makes the night sky day. I see it and feel the happiness. I immediately have received calls from several people organizing shows and displays for events. I am getting calls from people from my travels by work. I have commitments to create works of art for companies. It is not coincidence. There are so many other incidents. I am creating my life all over again. I am reshaping my culture. I am rebuilding the legacy I will leave my children of honor and respect. I am rebuilding my life all over again. I am inspiring others to do so with my connections. I am inspiring. That is my dream Create 2 inspire always. Love, inspire, connect cry laugh be joyous of the life and power we have been given. Quit bitching and moaning of what you don’t have and what others have that you don’t have. Shit! Go and get some for yourself. Ask for it! Take it. Dream it. Be thankful what you already have and what you will receive because you see it already present in your life it just hasn’t showed up yet like UPS is a little late delivering it.



The one thing we can deliver immediately is joy, love and happiness. Have the gratitude that we can give you that gift of happiness. Look in the mirror and see the beautiful person you are inside and quit complaining. Take a deep breath and be thankful for the hard times you are going through and knowing that it is a building of character and you will be more appreciative of what you have when you get it. You will be more appreciative of the piece in your life and the quiet. Overcome the complaining and self doubt and create for yourself a life of positivity and confidence. Smile. Say hi to someone you do not know. Hug a family member that you have not forgiven. Let shit go. Open up. Live your life on your terms and not the world’s terms. If you don’t agree then stop reading this it is not for you. If you cannot relate stop wasting your time reading this crap and go look at pron. or shop and spend the money you don’t have. Go read the disastrous news. Go on facebook and comment negatively on someone. Email hate words to someone like you always do. Stick to your plan of self destruction and get the hell off www.creat2inspire.blogspot.com. I love you all.

          Is it that hard to stay positive and give yourself the respect to create you art work? Do the social media and your environment prevent you from being open to the creativity that you long for? Is so hard to ignore the battle drum of the war we should be fighting against this world and its influences. As artists we need to be warriors. We need to attack this problem head on. This war is won on the battlefront. We wage this war in the creative mind. Our minds are captivated by this distraction. What a well-planned out distraction we endure. The orchestrator must be a genius.

         We wake up worried about being late to work and we skip breakfast. Breakfast should be a time to reflect. The morning should be a time to gather our thoughts and give ourselves a chance to endure the crap we will face. Then we get on the road and we face the violence of the roads and in our thoughts we struggle to keep that happiness and joy we are supposed to feel. We get to the place where we earn the funds to pay our bills. We are at work and some people work in environments that are not so friendly because they choose to stay there and have the notion that they have to be there because they cannot fathom the idea of doing something they love passionately for work. Work is over and we go home. Here we go again with the traffic. Damn traffic. So we lose ourselves in that mad race home. We get home and then we deal with all of our responsibilities at home. Whatever those are. Evening goes by so fast we are already tired from work. We sit down to relax for a minute and it turns into 3-4 hours of TV. Yes. TV. Our wonderful news telling us all the wonderful things that go on in our world. The newscaster smiles when they tell us of catastrophe, human suffering and any other horrible thing they can report on for their ratings. News is like an action movie, drama, and horror all in one. No comedy. No family news. Where are the positives? We are so addicted top this shit we sit their encapsulated. We eat like there is no tomorrow with you know what....chips dip and soda. 3-4 hours of this crap. And we are artists. But I am relaxing! I had to unwind. I am very tired to create. I had a long day. My kids take up my time (on the video games). My husband/wife is my focus. (In another room) there are so many things I have to do when I get home! Then it is late...oh shit I have to go to bed. It’s late! Ill create something tomorrow.

          Guess what the week went by and everyday was a duplicate of the prior. We are distracted and we do not see the point to this madness because there is no point. I am sure there is someone in a little room watching all of us guiding all these systems to keep us busy. Then there is the weekend. lol. I won’t even get into the waste of time we have for the weekend. Do we create? No. Our priorities are in order of course. Work, family, alcohol and then other stuff and then art. I know that sounds really rough. I am trying to be honest here. For some of us it is this extreme. We might have different ways to fill up the time in our heads, but it is all the same. We are focused on a system that keeps us away from us. US is what we are truly. We are not who we are supposed to be. We settle for a diverted happiness. We settle for happiness that is someone else’s happiness. We did not create our happiness we settled for happiness we stumbled upon and we settle for that reality. A reality that was not meant for us. We adopt this reality and let it consume us. Our true love and passion is put aside because of all of the above. If you are reading this blog then you are an artist. Your passion is art. You create. The passion we feel is so powerful but the distraction is more powerful. It is well thought out. I only touched on the small distraction. It is very deep. I generalized it. It is far more specific. Our awareness is key to stay focused. I have some wonderful friends who are artists and they are so focused. They lead full lives as well. They have children, jobs and loved ones they worry about and they have that focus. They find the precious time. That is how committed they are. As for you sitting there reading this blog pissed off and offended that I am directing this blog to artists only.....Yes I am directing it to artists only. guess what we are all artists. We all are creators of masterpieces. We are artists of this masterpiece called life. We go through the same process an artist does. We think it, imagine it, have a passion for it, plan it and then start creating. Sometimes it flows and it is there! Sometimes we have to work at it. But we are. And we are able to create the life we want. But in order to create in our precious lives anything and everything we want we have to have pure joy inside us. We have to master the war against the distractions. We have to totally be warriors. Warriors to fight that war. No excuses. We have to block that shit out. There are so many stories of tragedy lately. People have lost lives. People have lost loved ones. The people that are left standing that get to be interviewed about what material things they lost are so filled with gratitude and joy that they were spared their lives. They don't care much about the material things. They are ready to rebuild. We have to have this appreciation every day. Have the appreciation that we have. That we are. We have to live our days aware. Fight this battle in our minds. There is so much to live for. There is so much we have to experience. There are so many people that need love. Give them love but don't let them in. show them how to love but guard yourself from the negativity they carry. Create.

QUit feeling sorry for yourself and feeling sorry for others. Love one another but quit feeling that pitty party. We all have such a wonderful poiwer to be happy and yet we do not use this power. I always encourage my loved ones to learn how to create their happiness. And in essence we are all true artists because we create daily our truth. WE donot create the truth and is righteous about us but we surely create some truth about us that is exterior anyway. Our soul sometimes takes a back seat to what we really want to be. We do not listen to that inner voice of reason. WE aregue with ourselves and want to be happy but we decide to be miserable. We decide to be unhappy in our daily lives because we use excuses. Excuses to be unhappy. WE look in the mirror and we see the reflection. WE see a reflection that is distorted to begin with. We see a reflection that is backwards and shows us doing things the exactly opposing way that we are actually moving. Why do we judge so harshly others of the exterior when we do not see the beauty and perfection in our fellow human being. We are all connected in this earth and yet we choose to put each other down. Treat each other with disrespect. We wallow in our self pitty and blame everyone around us that is happy. Why cant we be happy. We also envy others and their lives because they seem to be happy. We waste time in  obsessing the lives of others because..yes...guess....here it comes.....because they are happy. Why cant we just be happy for being happys sake. Why does there have to be a reason to be happy when all we have to do is stop everything and smile. Think of ONE thing that we can smile about in our lives. and dont smile that fake ass smile we smile when the photographer says cheese. A smile that comes from the soul. A joy. We need to feel joy. We need to truly feel the joy. We need to let the world see us vulnerable in our own skin. Vulnerable to laughter and happiness. Why is it that being happy is a lot harder work than being miserable. Well chances are that we know many people that are miserable and they use us to dump all their garbage. I do not mind listening. But now I listen just to listen. I do not use the opportunity to give them self pitty. I try to encourage and if they are not encouraged then I cannot do nothing for them. I can only show love and encouragement. I do not want to carry the loadthey have been carrying. It is heavy. They have been using that excuse to be unhappy and they want everyone around them to help them continue. They seem to think that that is the way they get attention. They would get more attention with love. Laughter and happiness. I talk to people and I tell them to forget their troubles and just turn the negative off like a switch, They say that is impossible. I tell them that they are wasting their lives. They say it is so much to get rid of. They tell me they have been unhappy for too long and they are used to it. and yet they complain of these problems all the time adding to it with depression and anxiety. They stress out so much it causes physical problems. I can go so many directions with this one. It is simple. We are wasting our time being unhappy because we are spending all our time complaining of how bad our lives are. We should be spending our precious time being happy. If we decide to wast ethe day upset and arguing with loved ones then we die that same day.....we leave our families with the bad memories. We create destiny for them based on our last actions. We waste our last day in that worthless self pitty. Wake up and smile. Feel joy. Change the way of thinking and love your neighbor. Sound corny. Ok. Go ahead and feel sorry for yourself and waste your days. I am just saying.                                                                      

What Was I thinking Again?

It is funny how writers block happens. I am so excited to write something all day. I live it and breathe it. I talk about it to myself all day and then I go crazy because I need to write it down and I cannot because I am at work and focused on the task at hand. So many thoughts build up endlessly over and over and layers upon layers of ideas. I mull over which idea I will write first. I get more excited and anxiety sets in because I wonder if people will get what I write. All of the sudden I think of all the criticism I might face and then I cry because my freaking head hurts. So I start making myself feel better and encourage myself in the mirror all while I find the time to see my image in the mirror and think of all these horrible outcomes to someone reading what I write. I could be creating my thoughts for everyone to read. And then when I finally get or make time to write after I am in my room or calmed down…I forget it all. So I start the whole process over again. This time because I cannot remember all the wonderful things I had to say in the first place. Wonderful encouraging words that can make a difference in artists lives. Words that can be healing to a creator and maybe that one person that has not created in such a long time that he or she just needed the right word to help them just get in front of their creative tool and give of their soul to the world. In the end of all of this process I just sit and write what I feel like if I am talking to someone. Someone special that needs my advice. I write like I am having a conversation with people I meet every day that have a problem or a concern about something that I can relate to and I have an opinion about it. Whether or not they can relate to my opinion is not my problem but theirs. Writing is just another expression and an art itself. I paint and create my works of art on my metal and whether or not if someone can relate to it or not I will continue to create it as long as God allows me to breathe and stay alive with enough strength to create. I will write in the same way and give of my soul translating that passion in my writings. I love people. All people even the assholes I meet. They are beautiful souls. They are just lost. Once you penetrate those exteriors and get past the shit they will open up and be so interesting. Sometimes we complain that people do not give us a chance to talk to them. But…do we give them a chance? Can we honestly say we eliminated all the excuse they can throw at us to justify the way they act towards us? Do we include them in our conversations? Are we genuine and loving when we are around them? Do we greet them even though they do not reciprocate? Do we think “I am not kissing their ass” so I will just ignore them kind of attitude? Do we call ourselves loving honest Christian folk only when it is comfortable? Do we say we are righteous when it does not hurt? Are we good moral people only when people are able to hear and see us but in private with our loved ones what is the truth? LOL how funny. All this shit goes on in my head and I grind my teeth because I love people so much. I am so empathetic towards people it affects my health. I have people that I really love that say hurtful things to me and I listen to them put me down how I am this way or that way and yet they have not looked in the mirror and explore the possibility that the reason I am the way I am is because they have created that situation in their own heads. Of by the way…I AM a piece of shit. I know I am. I do not hide from that truth. So don’t call me a hypocrite. BUT. I love you. Each and every one of you idiots. If I can touch your heart with my writing and paintings then I will be happy the rest of my life. Don’t even tell me about it. It doesn’t matter whether I know or not. We are all connected and in one way or another through an indirect way we will affect change in each other’s life directly or indirectly. So what is your excuse today? Why didn’t you create? LOL