[MF] Dharmakaya light

[Muzikhed at aol.com]

Thanks, Mike !
In reviewing my drawing last night, I found two that had the suns' rays as  I 
suggested.  One was in a prairie in South Dakota, the other at a concert  
venue in Southern Michigan.  I'll try to post these soon, (somewhere -  I should 
have some space on AOL if I can find it.)
 
Also - just minutes ago - I looked at the painting on the wall in my living  
room.   It's a painting by my father.  The subject, a solitary  figure is 
walking along a trail away from us wearing a western hat.  There  is a steep rock 
towering above him at his left, and a misty hill ahead on  the right.  He 
holds a heavy bag in his left hand, hanging straight  down.  It throws him off 
balance a little, his left shoulder is  high and the right shoulder is low.  
Around his head, and right shoulder,  there is an eerie glow of light !!!  It 
brightens the hill behind him  a bit, like a halo...     I never saw it till just  
now.    Yeah !  (jumpin' up and down)
 
 
 
I'll definitely include a few photos of my dad's painting in my upload  ! ! 
 

This painting used to hang in my Grandparent's Home.  Peaceful.   As a kid, I 
always thought the man in the painting was a gold prospector,  carrying his 
bag of gold.
 
In my prior life in NY state, (my trapped life) I had a painting of my  dad's 
up in the living room. too.  A different painting.  It was of an  angry Red 
Dog that was being attached by birds, swirling and snarling and  barking at the 
sky.  So appropriate to what went on there.
My father visited me once there, at about my worst moment.  He saw the  
chaos.  And he saw the Red Dog.    In my new life, when my  dad visited my current 
home, he made mention of the Red Dog, and he was  glad that this different 
painting ("the prospector") was on the wall here.   The Red Dog is lost, I'm 
afraid.  Left Behind.  
 
 There was one other painting of my dad's that I had in New York, left  
behind, tragically.   
I had hung this third painting on the inside of my dormitory door  at 
college, and other doors where I lived.  It was perfect for a door  - it was a canvas 
oil painting, but framed in burlap, and rolled up like  an Asian cloth 
scroll.  It had two sticks, or battens that held  it flat at the top and weighed it 
down the bottom.  The painting  itself was of a woman - my father called her 
"The Woman of Ill  Repute"  Only as I got older did I eventually fully 
understand that  painting... she was the Lila woman !  - beautiful ?  trashy   ?  
quality ?    It was meant to be apparently in the eyes of  the beholder, because 
she was ambiguous.   She held a fan, as I  recall, or a purse, or both, 
clutched in her hands, held tightly in front of  her.  She was elegant in a long 
dress.  The dress was pink.  She might have had a shawl, or a fur about her 
shoulder.  She had  pearls around her neck.  She had a hat on her head.  She stood 
in  an archway, a verdant, leafy(?) archway,  the background seemed darker  and 
vague. 
 
This painting was just rolled up in the attic when I was a kid, and I  found 
it.  
Did I really leave that behind in NY?  I could have easily rolled  it up and 
taken it, did I ?
Could it possibly be in my basement Now ?   I'll let you all know  if I find 
it....
Unlikely, I'm afraid, but I'll look.
 
Thanks again for this topic, and the synergetic effects, induced so  far.  
This is awesome.
 
Ted Cole     (muzikhed)