Description
A giclee fine art print from my painting “There is Only Life”
Artist: Michael Francis Lott
Size: 10×12″ with a half inch border on each side.
This giclee art print is created with high quality archival inks made to last hundreds of years and is printed on fine art canvas paper.
All prints will be packed in a plastic sleeve, and a cardboard insert for extra security. If your print is extra large, it will be shipped in a mailing tube for extra protection.
Here’s my inspiration behind this piece:
“This piece was inspired by a recent dream/vision that I had:
In this dream, I was standing in my home in a seemingly mundane moment, when a peculiar mood washed over, and I began to notice the fragility of everything around me.
Suddenly, everything in my home began to take on an eerie faded sort of quality to it. I became hyper aware of the gravity of time, and its power over everything that my eyes bore witness to.
As I began to realize that nothing escaped the crushing assault of time, my vision began to sensitize itself to see that every form was slowly in the process of crumbing into dust. As I rested into this vision, the whole world seemed to be fading away like some sand castle made by children on a beach, as the ocean tide came in to erode it back into sand.
The world as I knew it was fading away.
As the world was slowly crumbling into dust, all of these wild animals suddenly began to mysteriously appear.
As I watched these animals, they began devouring each other.
As one animal would kill and devour another animal, a larger animal would come around and devour that one, and it soon became an endless cycle of death sustaining life.
The animals feeding upon each other sparked something in me, and I became aware of the reenactment of death playing out over and over, as if something was stuck on some kind of repetitive loop, similar to the reenactment of a trauma from long ago, where the origin is forgotten yet the echo still remains.
Someone or something seemed confused. Stuck. Estranged.
The cycle of the animals feeding upon each other began to blend into the slipping away of the world, and I felt the crushing exhaustion of trying to hold this world together in the midst of it crumbling away. It felt makeshift and empty, almost imaginary, like it had been removed several times over from something real.
As I took all of this in, I felt an unspeakable grief that came with recognizing that this world was fading away. Every time I went to grab something, to try to hold on, I could feel it slowly slipping from my fingers like tiny granules of sand. There was no amount of holding on that could stop it from from slowly decaying. Everything and everyone that I seemed to love was withering away as it met the inevitable doom that time would offer it.
Upon seeing this, I realized that I had no choice, but to let this world go.
As I silently said my goodbyes to the world, I noticed my own body fading into dust along with everything else.
As my body was being crushed under the devastating weight of time, floodgates of grief and loss overcame me, and I felt the pain of millions of heart-breaks – the akashic of my own history was exposed as heart-break after heart-break was relived in my final breaking.
Every heartbreak served to bring me to this final moment of crucifixion. Of sweet release.
And then something finally snapped. Tension was released, and I let go.
I met my deepest fear, this thing that I had worked so hard to save myself from.
Death.
Suddenly, a vibrant white light shone brilliantly from the center of my mind, and I became transfigured by this incredible light that seemed to be sourced from beyond the world of my body’s eyes.
This light was a portal into another world. It was emanating this profound and beautiful warmth, and I felt this incredible life-giving quality from it. My being was then resurrected from a dry desert wasteland into a lush paradise with green rolling hills amongst meadows dotted with endless blankets of colorful wildflowers. There were towering beautiful mountains in the distance extending into the grand and symphonic skies with flashing light-filled colors steaming like rivers through glorious sky-kingdoms.
And there was the most beautiful and melodious music that I had ever heard. It was emanating from everything around me, as well as from deep within me. Everything was in song, and the music just kept building and building – the joy and the ecstasy was unending. It was forever. And this world, this song, was my Home.
And everything was conscious – everything was alive. And it was all beaming with this incredible other-worldly beauty. Every blade of grass, every flower, every mountain, every tree – it was all so alive, and it was all completely aware of me. It seemed as if there was a grand intelligence behind it all, that knew everything about me, whose love called to me from every living expression.
And then I felt this vast ocean of unconditional love wash over me, where I felt wave after wave of the deepest peace that I had ever known. I simultaneously became filled with this ecstatic joy and this calm bliss, as this ocean of love gently bathed me in it’s care.
My whole being began to reverberate with information and messages, like a cathedral filled with chants and prayers, echoing within its chambers:
“Love knows no death. It is love that lives forever.”
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What if I told you that what we see with the physical eyes is a mirage, fabricated by our senses, and it is on its way to crumbling into dust even from the very moment that it was created?
Form will always wither and die.
But the love that is expressed through it will live forever.
And the innermost revelatory nature of love can never be seen with the body’s eyes. Because the body can only see projections of its own mortality everywhere it looks.
Within love is contained the greatest secret that we will ever come to know – that there is no death.
We see a world around us where bodies inevitably fade and die, where life seems to decay as soon as it is generated, where cities crumble and collapse, and where life seems to be sustained by the death of other life. This whole realm is patterned around the endless cycles of life and death.
Can you see that there is an algorithm that keeps this world operating as it does?
What if I was to tell you that death was merely a projection of the body’s deepest fear?
And that it doesn’t actually exist.
And maybe once we come to know this, we crack some primordial code, some ancient universal formula that holds this whole makeshift world together, and we glimpse a shining reality beyond the body’s eyes.
And once we glimpse this reality, our consciousness becomes informed and guided by it. Our minds and our hearts become illuminated by a light that is not of this world, and we become walking expressions of a love that knows no death.
As we become guided by reality, our life becomes a vital living garden in which miracles bloom like flowers from every step we take. Yet just as flowers are organic expressions of the sun meeting the earth, so are miracles organic expressions of love’s presence.
And remember, love knows no death.
This is how miracles bend physical reality.
Because physical reality is bound by the belief in death, in which love is not.
As I write this post, I am warmed by the fire of my wood stove, noticing the calm blanket of night outside my windows. I have finished another day of working with clients – feeling into the innermost secrets of their hearts. And as I work with them, I reflect back to them the sanctified wisdom and unconditioned support that is always beckoning to them from within the hidden intelligence that guides every moment.
Within every person, resides all knowledge.
Within every person, contains all wisdom.
Within every person, is the remedy to every illness.
Within every person, is the solution to every problem.
Because within every person, lives the radiant power and love of God.
But the veil that seems to separate people from accessing the realms of their innermost knowing, is the idea that death somehow holds some all-encompassing power over them.
But God’s love knows no death.
So how could this ever be true?
Form will always wither and die, but the love that is expressed through it will live forever.
And once again, this is how miracles bend physical reality – because miracles are expressions of love.
And unlike form, love can never be bound by death.
This painting was created as a reminder, as a joy-filled expression, of the love that forever liberates us from death.”
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