The Phoenix Rises Again…& Again…& Again…

My life, and I suppose most peoples lives in one fashion or another, is filled with change and death. Death is change, and change is death. I dont mean death only in the traditional “dead body” sense. No, no, no, I mean like each moment dies into another moment and is then reborn to the next, no holding on to anything, just dying. Each and every moment. Now while the phoenix itself, is of great symbolism in my life*, is maybe not nessisarily representative of the whole “die to each moment” part of rebirth; it seems to hold that symbolism for me. So as I think about the phoenix I can only say that it is a symbol which pops up in my life over and over and over, hence the name of the blog, website, and so on. So here is another visual piece that has come up today. It is a digital art sort of piece I guess, abstract, deep and dark. But I feel at home in the dark and in the light these days (there is always solice to be found in both darkness and light) which is a nice change. As Jung talked about the shadow being such a driving force in creativity, all of the red, orange, and black that I am drawn too, is also a testament to that. As Nietzsche states, “We have art so that we shall not die of reality.” And thus, reality, is what we all really run from isnt it? Look at all the paradoxes of life:

Paradox

 

As the globe is illuminated by a pale magenta glow,

A women is raped.

As the snowflakes float down to tickle my face,

A man has been beaten and killed.

As the unity of all universal beauty commences in my heart,

A child has been struck.

A dying breed, that continues on…

 

2006

 

I suppose it is quite a nihlistic view of the world, but none the less, it is a picture of expression for that time in my life and how I felt in the world. I would not say that I still feel the same, but I would not say that I dont either. So here is the piece I have been talking about, Enjoy…

 

phoenix

 

“Phoenix Taking Form” 2009

 

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*I have one tattooed on my left shoulder which was designed by a good friend (check out Rion-art link if you want to see his stuff).

Here is a self-portrait of my tattoo:

Phoenix Tat

Tattoo done by Mike Peace, Calgary, AB, (cant tell you the year, but it has been a while…)

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A Simple Koan

I have been doing a lot of responses to what my unconscious mind seems to put down on a canvas or paper or whatever I am using at the time. This is just the simple process of expressive arts and using art as a path in itself. Anyway, the piece iself is oil pastel, and is called

 

Fluffy Bunnies: Theres Heaven, Theres Hell, then there is the Balance of NOthing that lies in-between. 

Fluffy Bunnies: Theres Heaven, Theres Hell, then there is the Balance of NOthing in-between

So that is the piece itself, here is the response to it, note I tend to have many images of faces turn up in almost everyone of my paintings. The unconscious is an interesting thing.

A Simple Koan:

 

Faces,

            Faces,

                        Faces with no face at all,

 

To whom to come;

            To whom to fall,

                        For they have no names at all,

 

The Faces…

                                       So many Faces,

                        Eyes seem to call,

 

“nothing”…

                        “nothing at all.”

 

For it is only in my mind,

            That there is such a grind,

                        To create such a scheme,

                                    Or,

                                                Is it all just a dream?

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One

One

Pulsating pathways,

                A flexible muse

                                Rolling & twisting,

                                                Cracking and vulnerable.

 

The Rhythm is earth,

                The world interconnected.

                                Weaving the pearl within,

                                                Aching waves of movement.

 

Ancient unions,

                Historic relationships;

                                Journey.

                                                Far reaching strength.

 

Wisdom and guidance,

                Braiding ball and chain

                                Intertwined forever;

                                                Life.

Balancing noose,

                Fluid breath,

                                Shaking in infinity;

                                                Beyond.

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NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs (THAT MEANS NO ADDS AND NO SELLING OF ANY KIND) but must include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me for my work, Kyler Evans.

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In Progress

In progress…

 Peering through the glass door,

                One just never knows,

                                What the depths will bring you,

                                                Or if the hole will close.

Looking at the earth,

                It breaks my heart in half,

                                Yet, I still don’t know,

                                                If there is a true path.

Trapped behind a curtain,

                I sat by idle and cried,

                                No freedom or respect their,

                                                And no matter what I lied.

It all just seems so crazy,

                So fucked up and surreal,

                                What I had to do for survival,

                                                Begrudgingly… start to feel.

The really big issue was that, I never got to heal,

from all of the suffering, pain and utter shame,

being on top of the world ,

                                then wanting to blow myself away.

The rollercoaster up and down,

                Made my mind twist and turn round and round,

In a ridiculous circle,

                                (Have you seen that internet commercial?)

                                                                The wild comments and allegations,

But I worked there too and,

And even then, had my own reservations,

But I wanted to help,

The suffering addicts,

                To find the life,

                                                I thought I had,

Until I did some reading,

                                Which made me feel sort of sad.

I somehow feel guilty,

                But know if was not my fault,

                                And yet that does not seem to,

                                                Jive with the all the thoughts, in my unconscious vault.

I never wronged,

                I loved and cared,

                                For others whom my empathy,

                                                Was completely shared.

See,

That is just the problem,

                The issue that I have,

                                I just feel things so deeply,

                                                Which sometimes makes me very sad,

It comes and goes,

                Mind ravaged with madness,

It feels so numb only, fro – Zen

The pathless path,

I was once on,

                Or so it feels,

                                On my brand new, Road to ashes.

Cause here’s the thing,

                Here’s the catch,

                                I know in my heart,

In the bottom of my soul,

                I must die again,

                                Like ashes in my pipe bowl.

I am afraid,

I am unsure,

                                                It makes no sense,

                                                                                                And is quite fucking obscure.

This psychedelic trauma,

                And the rest of the Trip,

And it feels like an iceberg,

                This is only the tip.

Sure I had some issues,

                Who the fuck does not? 

Write it on the tissues,

Used to untie my minds knot,

                Of which all,

Was the credit that you took,

                                Did you write my thesis too?

Did you write my fuckin book?

                                These words are only,

                A representation of how I feel,

I wish you could see,

                How it is for me sometimes to deal.

 I cannot blame,

                I cannot point the finger,

But the struggle I have,

                                                Is that it still lingers,

Within my vast,

                Psyche in fact,

                                But I still have trouble,

                                                Knowing how to act,

In many situations,

                What the hell is that supposed to mean,

                                                SITUATIONS.

I guess that’s the thing,

                When we are all really asleep,

                                And unaware of the fact,

                                                That most of us are just a bunch of fuckin sheep.

I have a real problem,

                With being a sheep myself,

                                and I know that most of time,

it is very bad, indeed, for my mental health.

For no one likes a person,

                who comes off as confident,

                                and Ill tell you sometimes,

                                                it is hard to pay the rent.

In this world,

                This place that we have built,

                                9-5, 44 hours a week,

                                                While our being just continues to wilt.

A fuckin madman,

                I must be,

                                To make the any of the claims,

                                                That I be,

 Whatever.

 That’s just the Alberta in me,

                The redneck, yes indeed,

That can’t see all as equal,

                Or that people that are in need,

Of a community that gives,

                Not tears us all apart,

                                A community of love,

                                                That we all take in part,

Some responsibility and some real reflections,

                And a lesson to be learned in freedom,

                                A thought that when we look at him,

                                                Not everyone wants to be him.

Or him, or her,

                In your fuckin little cult,

                                Wake the fuck up, and realize,

                                                The abuse that you have dealt.

This is the voice,

                The voice of just,

A scared little boy

                                A child who loved, and cried, and felt fear,

And at times could also be very coy…

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NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs (THAT MEANS NO ADDS AND NO SELLING OF ANY KIND) but must include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me for my work, Kyler Evans.

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Breaks in Reality

After looking at some of my writing I am thinking I will try and add one piece a day, or maybe more. This piece gives a good sense of the experience of no-self and the fear and madness that can ensue when one cannot slow down the mind. Slowing down the mind has been a real struggle for me since I began this journey and is becoming a key to my own sanity really. The mind acts as the self trying to grasp onto something to come back into existence, but it is only a construct of who we think that we are. We are all in fact just one; one entity that continues through life not recognizing the freedom in oneness, wholeness. It is a beautiful thing to access this state and other states of reality that we do not see regularly. This can be done through many different forms of meditation as well as many other avenues, but can take years. As Alex Grey puts it, “These or other related methods may trigger experiences that take the aspirant from a mundane perception of reality, wherein objects seem separate and composed of only material properties, to a view of divine unity with boundless depth of dimension and meaning.” (The Mission of Art).

So next time you experience reality in a new or different way, open your heart, not your mind, and see where the universe leads you. Hopefully you can go back home! 

 

 

 

Breaks

 

The self has died

Only to give way to a vast energy which can not be described accurately

It penetrates all layers

Cutting into nowhere and everywhere

Numb body

Dull vision

Racing mind

Frantic energy

            Unable to come back to the body

            Intensity comes through all areas of the vehicle

            Gone, gone, beyond gone

            This new dimension in which there is no release

Loud

Hurting ears

Penetrating essence

Crunching leaves

            Paranoia sets in and I can not handle it

            Stepping over anything that will break silence

            Fear of all that may be

            I can not hide from the essence of this experience

Anger

Insanity

Loss of control

Suicidal

            I am overcome with the guilty pleasure

            I want to get revenge and leave this body

            Release this nothing into nothingness

            Where it fucking belongs!

Crazy

Nuts

Psychotic

Rage

            It can no longer be done

            There is no solace from the madness

            No ground to stand on

            Only vast luminous emptiness

Surrender

Calm

Beauty

Sadness

            Stillness

                        Love

 

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NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs (THAT MEANS NO ADDS AND NO SELLING OF ANY KIND) but must include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me for my work, Kyler Evans.

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I am

I have a notebook that I leave in my truck so I can write on the go if I NEED TO or feel drawn to do so. It usually just sits in the truck, but it is in the house at the moment, so I thought I would share a few writings and poems. This was written in January of 2007, post egoic death. This experience to which I am talking about is not metaphorical, it was a felt sense of what was going on for me at the time. writing has helped me to make more sense of some of these experiences and integrate them into my everyday consciousness. I have also created many paintings to do a similar thing (will post as I find). But here is the poem;

 

I am

 

The sounds vibrate through me,

Although, I am not here,

Nor there

 

I choose my steps carefully,

As the universe is all that,

I am.

 

The path, the leaves,

The wind, this body, the sky,

All “me”

 

Vast, silencing, piercing energy,

Cutting through the mind,

Sanity is disturbed

 

There is no running or hiding from this,

No end, or beginning,

Infinite

 

The mind is not designed for this,

The eyes bear a heavy burden,

They see all

 

Hundreds of thousands of eyes,

That see and feel,

Itself.

 

2006-2009 Kyler Evans, All rights reserved.

NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs (THAT MEANS NO ADDS AND NO SELLING OF ANY KIND) but must include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me for my work, Kyler Evans.

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A Journey Begins with a Small Step

Life is a crazy place to be sometimes, and this is why I am setting this blog up. I still don’t really get the whole “blog,” “website,” and whatever else things. But, nevertheless, I have somehow amassed a website (www.arisingphoenix.ca) which is still under construction due to my amazing webpage building abilities, but can be used with the back button from the home page (sorry that’s what I got for now). I could not really decide whether the website would be personal or more business focused. So here is the more personal part of what I am putting out on the web. This blog will mostly encompass; creativity, poetry, visual art, photography, psychology, Spirituality*, philosophy, and whatever else you can call whatever it is that I am always writing, thinking, living, breathing, and sometimes avoiding cause it is a little much. You have to feel some empathy (not sympathy, this is an important distinction in life and all should understand that sympathy is actually somewhat harmful. If you don’t know Google it…) for my wife; she has to live with me and is the one who suggested this blog to communicate my wannabe artesianism.

And that is that for the time being. I will leave you with a quote; “the spiritual path is not fun–better not being it. if you must begin, then go all the way, because if you begin and quit, the unfinished business you have left behind begins to haunt you all the time” (Chogyam Trungpa, The Myth of Freedom)

*I once understood the meaning of this word, but now I don’t really know what it means, it is too household a name to have much meaning to me now, but I will suppose that maybe it is not that way for all.