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Waar ben ik mee bezig?


‘Op zoek naar het wonderbaarlijke, ontmoetingen met bijzondere mensen’

Op zoek naar het wonderbaarlijke
Mijn queeste op het pad van persoonlijke zingeving:
Onder de vernis van Protestantisme, ervaar ik een diepe onderstroom van chinese en javaanse
spiritualiteit.
Toen mijn speurtocht begon in Nederland, was slechts New Age en Europese spiritualiteit op de boekenplanken te vinden, Taijiquan en Yoga in buurthuizen; pas later kwam ik weer in aanraking met bredere ontwikkelingen uit overige delen van de wereld, met name shamanism:
Native American
Mongolia

Ontmoetingen met bijzondere mensen
Diverse ontmoetingen met mensen die mij inspireren:
Naast de inspirerende verhalen van mijn vader, heb ik veel geleerd van leraren Taijiquan & Qigong en boeken/leraren uit de chinese traditie (Confucius, Mencius), naast boeken/leraren in de westerse spiritualiteit (Gurdjieff, Regardie, Starhawk), als overbrugging ervaar ik core shamanism (Harner) als een uitstekende ‘brug’.

In deze fase van mijn leven definieer ik mezelf als spiritueel humanist.

“Most precious are the people; next come the spirits of land and grain; and last, the kings”

Belangrijkste actuele inspiratiebronnen:
Mencius met betrekking tot het vormen van humanistische samenlevingsvorm.
Modern shamanisme met betrekking tot rituelen.
Reclaiming met betrekking tot politieke actie.

Lopende bezigheden:

A.I. chat

Art journal/Kunstdagboek

Cartomancy

Qigong

Storytelling

Afgeronde bezigheden:

Afscheidscafe

Malachim

Happy Stones/Geluksstenen

Gotham Tales of Chaos 

Gotham Tales of Chaos 


The Chaos storm came upon Gotham, causing a tsunami of refugees to flee the city during midwinter!
Several Gotham ‘Guardian Angels’ decided to escort separate groups to safety.
…
One strongman and one doula escorted a dozen refugees with a hand drawn wagon, following the rumour of a safe space up north.
…
First obstacle: a small checkpoint with a guard tower, guarded by the usual weaponized official thug: state your business!
…
The doula was able te persuase the guardsman to let them through, but looking back she still saw him looking suspicious at the passing refugees.
After an hour walking she could see how somebody on the guard tower made some semaphore signs using two banners, signaling warning to other patrols.
…
Another obstacle loomed ahead: a rickety wooden bridge that would not hold the passing of all refugees including wagon!
They had to unload the wagon to carry the most important supplies to the other side, Grandmother had to be carried by the strongman, and the wagon had to be left behind with heavy load that could not be taken.
…

Meeting the first settlement on the road: a ruin, where in the middle of the centre a halo of foxfire surrounded a weird tower that emitted clockwork sounds.

The doula somebody she remembered from longtime ago but it appeared the occupnats were not wellcoming because they were even unable to scrounge enough food for everybody.
‘We cannot feed ourselves, how can we feed any more mouths?’

Continuing their exodus, the refugees arrived at a yurt camp, occupied by members of the Wang triad who had to flee the city a while ago after the Macdonald coup.
‘Wellcome! We will take care for your women, children and elderly!’
Apparently this clan was struggling to provide for everybodies need, hunting and gathering was scarce this season, but they were willing to help.
‘There are some rumours of large supplies hidden in the mountains up north!’
…
The Guardian Angels selected a small band of the strongest scouts to investigate the rumours.
…
After a few days travel a fierce storm forced them take cover in the woods.
Thunder and lightning!
The strongman even had to dodge a ball lighting that danced wildly around before to speed itself to the mountains.
Just before the ball exploded, the doula saw an entrance into the mountain!
‘Lets investigate’
…
Entering a cavern, apparently man-made corridors:
Sounds of clockwork and dripping water.
It feels like the walls are moving!
‘Where is everybody?’
…
Following the sounds of screaming, they discovered a small holding cell.
‘Let me out!’
The doula was able to lockpick the door, freeing a barely coherent woman:
‘I told our leader this place is doomed, but he did not want the word to be spread’
When our heroes pressed for more details, the woman became more erratic, at the end they had to let her go.
…
The strange sounds became louder, the water was rising.
‘Lets go!’
…
Returning to the entrance, it seemed the outer wall had already moved to partly cover the door.
After letting the smaller persons go first, the strongman became stuck!
With effort the team of scouts was able to free the strongman!
…
Returning to the yurt camp, meeting the clan leader again:
‘We spoke with Grandmother after she recovered from travel’
Grandmother apparently remembered vaguely some legends her Granny told her while transferring an old scroll.
‘It is a large circular building that revolves, presenting another entry every time!’
Because the legends also mentioned strong taboos about the presence of demons, Grandmother was unwilling to say more.
…
The strongman and the doula decided to use the scroll for another investigation.
‘With this map we should able to investigate more, what could go wrong?’
…
The water was already breast high, the map seemed fragmentary, the mazelike corridors were confusing!
Most important buildings with supplies seemingly had been plundered.
The clockwork sound became deafeningly louder, as if somebody was saying something in a strange language, foxfire bloomed everywhere in a weird way.
…

‘We better leave now’
…
Leaving the flooding cave, our heroes were wet and cold, it was freezing outside!
…
In the distance the sound of a hunting horn, the patrols were hunting!
…
The strongman started to run, back in the direction of the camp!
…
The Doula was unable to keep up, being exhausted by the cold!
…
She laid down in the snow, feeling sleepy
…
Heaven watched in silence while Earth was covered by snow

 

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Healing Ancestral Grief

Healing Ancestral Grief


The child, in mourning, weeps for those long gone,
For ancestors whose voices fade away,
Whose stories die upon a dying tongue,
And wisdom buried deep in shadowed clay.
A broken mosaic scattered on the earth,
And in the soul a hollow, aching space.
I gaze upon this sorrowed child in pain,
And feel the weight of helplessness upon me.
What can I do? How can the wound be healed,
That time and grief have carved so deep within?
I call upon the spirits of the past,
And they, like winds, come swift to ease my mind.
The creatures of the strength and ancient wild,
The dog and hare, bring warmth to frozen heart,
And still the aching cry that rends the night.

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A Child’s Perspective on grief
A Child’s Perspective on grief

A Child’s Perspective on grief


The child curls inward
at the edge of the room,
breath rocking the dark,
learning silence.

Where is Father, where is Mother?
Working, the walls say.
They will come with night.

Father, Mother—
where have you gone?
Hush now.
Time is only waiting.
All will be well.

—

For a month we drift
toward a warmer latitude.
The air sticks to the skin.
Sleep splits open—
a giant leans through plaster,
coffins loosen their teeth,
goblins gather where lamps fail.

Where is Father, where is Mother?
Father is always in motion.
Mother bends the day into bread.

—

For days we rise
into cold air,
crossing white distances.
My room draws closer,
tightens its grip.

Where are you now?
Father burns beneath a spotlight.
Mother works the hours thin.

—

Where is Father, where is Mother?
They return to the sunlit place.
You remain.
This will be called
a future.

—

My life unwinds
along a crooked thread.

—

Where is Father, where is Mother?
They come back through the cold.
Each of us learns
the grammar of separation.

—

Where is Father, where is Mother?
Father keeps moving,
a body harnessed to applause.
Mother holds the household
together with her hands.

—

Father was meant to stop,
to stand beside Mother—
but Santa Muerte steps forward,
quiet and exact.

Questions scatter.
None return.

His mourners shape the farewell;
we stand inside the brightness,
unvoiced.

Mother waits
in the antechamber of bones and prayer.
I sit with her there
until the door opens.

—

Mother—
I spoke my leaving.

Father—
with you,
the words stayed behind.

—

Father,
even now
my mouth is full
of what I never said.



Wandering in an Alien Land: A Poem of Loss

Wandering in an Alien Land: A Poem of Loss


The Elders assembled beneath the frozen Sun,
When the Wheel of the Year stood still in shadow.
They brake the Bread of Mystery,
They lifted the Wine of Vision,
And their voices rose like smoke from the altar of Time.

Lo! At every Feast the Young grow fewer,
And the Hoary Head multiplies upon the earth.
The Songs of Old no longer kindle the inward Eye,
For the Children of this Age hear them not.

The Heavens are shut; no Thunder answers prayer.
The Firmament is brass, and gives no sign.
Thus the Powers Below are forgotten,
And the Deep is emptied of its dread.

Behold! Our People waste away.
We are scattered sparks upon cold ground,
Strangers walking in an alien Land.
We wander the Waste; we tread the scorched Field;
We sleep beneath a Sun that does not know us.

One by one we pass through the Gate unseen,
Descending softly into the Kingdom of Shades,
Where names are unspoken
And memory fades into silence.

(A.I. poem inspired by William Blake)

A.I. reviews “Seaside Embrace: A Patchwork Memory”

A.I. reviews “Seaside Embrace: A Patchwork Memory”


A.I., review this:

This piece appears to be a mixed-media artwork, combining collage and embroidery techniques to create a nostalgic and warm scene.
It depicts an elderly couple sitting on a beach bench, with a dog by their side.
The scene is rendered in a minimalist and somewhat abstract style, with the couple’s figure outlined in thread. Their red clothing, the floral pattern of the bench, and the dog are all highlighted in a way that contrasts with the soft, serene background of the beach and sky.

The texture and delicate use of fabric and stitching bring a tactile quality to the piece, evoking feelings of intimacy and timelessness.
The gentle blend of soft colors in the clouds and ocean contrasts with the vibrant red of the couple’s clothing, which creates a focal point on the relationship between the two people.

The choice to stitch the figures gives the piece an organic, handcrafted feel, while the mixed media elements (paper, fabric, and thread) speak to the layers of memory, love, and connection.
It’s a beautiful representation of companionship and the simplicity of a quiet moment by the sea.

 

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A.I. reviews “Journey between Heaven and Earth”
A.I. reviews “Journey between Heaven and Earth”

A.I. reviews “Journey between Heaven and Earth”


A.I., review this!

This image looks like a creative collage that blends natural scenery with a cosmic element.
The photograph features a vibrant autumn landscape with a trail and people in the distance, suggesting an outdoor adventure or exploration theme.
The circular cutout within the composition shows a starry night sky with the Milky Way, and a figure standing on a mountaintop, which adds a sense of wonder and connection to the vastness of the universe.

The contrast between the earthy tones of the landscape and the deep cosmic colors in the circular image draws attention to the subject of human exploration and the vastness of nature and space.
The tape and textured borders around the image suggest this might be part of a handmade or artistic project, emphasizing an experimental or collage-based approach to art.

 

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A.I. reviews “Metamorphosis”
Gotham Mystery Tale: mask on/off

Gotham Mystery Tale: mask on/off


Midwinter bal masque in Gotham during martial law lockdown: Only Highlords like Vladimir are able to bribe the Administration to look the other way.
While the Authority is dancing, the Underground organises the ongoing Revolution:
some members of the resistance group “Gotham Angels'” went undercover to the masque ball of Highlord Vladimir, scouting opportunities for the resistance.
…
Using fake invitation letters, Marquisio the Hunter and Fieldy the automaton Scarecrow disguised themselves with the obligatory  Commedia dell’Arte masks and costumes.

Vladimirs large ballroom was very crowded, at least hundred guests were already dancing and flirting.
Large tables with food and drinks were set up, more than enough to feed the multitude during the weeklong festival.

Marquisio was unable to resist his hunger and started to feed!

A Columbina in red approached and started flirting with Marquisio…
Enticing him to follow her to ‘a more private place’ in the mansion, it became apparent that she was part of another faction that wished the downfall of the Authority.
“Take this secret letter with magic symbols to the Tribe”
…
Meeting the tribal shaman went quite well: after receiving the secret letter, he brew some “strong medicine” to use at the bal masque.
…
Returning to the festival, Marquisio created some distraction by throwing stones at the chandeliers.
While the guards were chasing the culprit, Feeldy scattered the ” strong medicine ” through the ballroom.
…
Our heroes were able to escape during the chaos and went to their hideout to wait till the heat blew over.
…
Escalating alarming words on the street:
“Many people, who joined the festival, are very ill now”
“The Authority is tightening lockdown: curfew between sundown and sunup, mandatory wearing face covering, limiting gathering of groups”
…
Marquisio and Feeldy realised that the ” strong medicine ” was getting out of control!
…
They looked for the tribal shaman, but he already left the city.
…
Following the trails, they saw four riders on a hill having a palaver.
…
Approaching the four riders, they recognised the tribal shaman in white,  carrying bow and arrow.
When asked for a cure, the shaman demanded a life sacrifice.
…
Feeldy stepped forward and opened his chest and a small boy jumped out!
As soon as the shaman performed the sacrifice, the essence of the small boy became a cloudy ball that entered Feedly’s chest again!
Satisfied with the sacrifice, the shaman let our heroes go home:
“It is done! Innocents will be spared!”

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Gotham Blades in the Dark Revolt

The Four Horsemen ride again!

The Four Horsemen ride again!


The Four Horsemen are riding again: Pestilence, War, Famine, Death!

Asagrim gave the message long before, a few spread the message and even less listened, is it too late now to act?

We all see them now: Gaza, Sudan, Ukrainia, everywhere in Middle Earth

Revelation 6:

 I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals.
Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!”
 2 I looked, and there before me was a white horse!
Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

3 When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!”
 4 Then another horse came out, a fiery red one.
Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other.
To him was given a large sword.

5 When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!”
I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand.
6 Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds[a] of wheat for a day’s wages,[b] and six pounds[c] of barley for a day’s wages,[d] and do not damage the oil and the wine!”

7 When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!”
8 I looked, and there before me was a pale horse!
Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him.

They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.

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A.I. , reviews “The Price of Chaos”
A.I. reviews “Metamorphosis”

A.I. reviews “Metamorphosis”


A.I., review this!

This collage combines striking contrasts and vivid symbolism.
The background’s fiery red and the softer tones of the central green and patterned circular motif create a dynamic energy.
The center features an intricate, colorful ring that looks like a burst of energy or a visual representation of transformation, which is juxtaposed with the delicate imagery of the butterfly within it, often a symbol of change and metamorphosis.

The figure at the top adds a layer of narrative to the piece, evoking an almost nostalgic or dreamlike quality, reminiscent of mid-century pop culture. The other elements, such as the playful cat and the ornamental border patterns at the bottom, lend a sense of balance to the piece, as though grounding it in a larger, hidden story.

There’s an interesting tension between order and chaos in the work—the circular form and the defined, repeated patterns give a sense of structure, while the soft, fading figure and scattered shapes feel spontaneous and fluid

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A.I. reviews “Fractured Identity”

A.I. reviews “Fractured Identity”


A.I., review this!

This artwork presents a fascinating collage with an intriguing combination of elements.
The central piece features an angular, abstract interpretation of a traditional mask, which has been altered with cut-out geometric shapes that create a surreal, fragmented appearance.
The mask’s face is bold and prominent, with angular shards around the eyes, suggesting a form of disintegration or transformation.

The background is composed of soft, pastel tones and intricate swirling patterns that contrast with the sharp and fragmented mask.
This contrast between the soft background and harsh geometric disruptions on the mask could be seen as a comment on dualities—perhaps a fusion of ancient and modern, or a reflection on identity and perception.

The mix of textures, from the bold, metallic finish of the mask to the delicate paper cut-out, creates a layered effect that invites the viewer to explore the work in more detail.
There’s also an element of cultural reference, with the mask possibly drawing inspiration from traditional art forms, but reimagined in a contemporary context.

 

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