The Art of Allison Grey

Secret Writing

Meeting his wife Alyson, a painter, who has collaborated on many of Alex Grey's projects and whom he considers a gift of god on his artistic path.

Allison's words on her website: I read a quote describing the Jewel Net of Indra. In the abode of Indra, the Hindu God of Space, there is a net that stretches infinitely in all directions. At every intersection of the net there is a jewel so highly polished and perfect that it reflects every other jewel in the net. This description related powerfully to the revelation that we had received while in our altered state. It has been my continuing intention to point to this experience in my artwork.

Chaos Order & Secret Writing

Intending to create spiritual art, I feel naturally attracted to abstraction and to a written sacred language. Every known religion reveres its holy writing. Sacred writing of all faiths, however, come into conflict through human interpretation as the written word defines the differences of philosophy and traditions, when truly the basis of all religion is unity and infinite love.

Allison's Website: http://allysongrey.com/

Alex Grey: http://www.alexgrey.com/

Ramanujan's Philosophy of Numbers

I couldn't post since last few days because of my Mathematics exam. I'm hoping to pass in this paper, although the equations of life remain unsolved. Is there an absolute answer to everything? Does our manifested reality traverse between the infinite extremes? Do all equations become more complex as we try to simplify them?

I found an interesting excerpt on Ramanujan's Philosophy in Mr. J.V Badami's book, 'Musings on Arithmetical Numbers'. Thought it's worth sharing with the world.

Ramanujan, the famous Indian Mathematician, born genius, thought that the pursuit of mathematics was a pursuit after God. He often used to say that mathematics alone can lead to realization of God. He used to ask, 'What is the value of 0/0?', then answer himself, 'it may be nothing; the value cannot be determined.' He spoke of zero as a symbol of the 'Absolute' - Nirguna Brahma. The infinite is absolute and is immortal. That is, 'Reality' to which no qualities could be attributed, which cannot be defined or described by words. It is completely beyond the reach of the human mind.

Ramanujan used to say that 2ⁿ-1 will denote the Primordial God and several Divinities. When n is 0, the expression denotes 0. That is, there is nothing. When n is equal to 1, the expression denotes unity, the infinite God. When n is 2, the expression denotes Trinity - the Trident of Shiva. When n is 3, the expression denotes 7, the Sapta Rishis (the constellation Ursa Major, which is known in India as Sapta Rishi i.e 7 sages) and so on.

Ramanujan was highly religious. He not only admired God, he adored Him too.

The Art of Robert Hardgrave

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”
-Carl Gustav Jung

American artist Robert Hardgrave feels the same, as he points it out on his site.



He achieves excellence in modern art as his paintings describe a strange and oblivious description of life. His strokes express that can be called 'on the threshold' realism.

Robert Hardgrave's art takes a meaning with a preternatural outrage of the soul trying to communicate itself to what can be within it's grasp. 'Xenoglossy' is another of his exceptional works.



“In this particular body of work I am attempting to relate my idea of the many possibilities of reincarnation,” Hardgrave says. “Not necessarily in the sense that when one dies they become a wombat or a newt, but that life can continue in the memories of the living.”

His other works can be viewed on Farmer Bob's Farm.

Samadhi, by Paramhansa Yogananda

Paramahansa Yogananda's poem Samadhi is one of the most vivid and poetic descriptions of the superconscious samadhi state achieved by advanced yogis.

Vanished the veils of light and shade,
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health, disease, life, death,
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks,
Ready to invade my newly-wakened memory divine.
I live without the cosmic shadow,
But it is not, bereft of me;
As the sea exists without the waves,
But they breathe not without the sea.
Dreams, wakings, states of deep turia sleep,
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation’s molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever-new peace!
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss!
Not an unconscious state
Or mental chloroform without wilful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in Me.
The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without My sight.
All space floats like an iceberg in My mental sea.
Colossal Container, I, of all things made.
By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation
Comes this celestial samadhi.
Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid!
Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows upon vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum,
Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
Of all-pervading bliss.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.
Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself.
Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory.
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above.
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.

Jiddu Krishnamurti, the messianic Buddha

As early as 1889 Helena Blavatsky, founder of the Theosophical Society, had told certain of her students that the purpose of Theosophy was to prepare humanity for the coming of the Lord Maitreya, the World Teacher for the Aquarian Age. After Blavatsky's death, Annie Besant and C.W. Leadbeater considered it their task to carry on this work, part of which was the preparation of a disciple who would serve as a vehicle for the Teacher when He came.

In 1909 at Adyar, India, Leadbeater discovered a boy, who had been born into an high-caste brahmin family, whose aura he judged to be completely free of selfishness. Annie Besant also met this boy and proclaimed him an incarnation of Maitreya, the messianic Buddha.

This boy was Jiddu Krishnamurti, who was then 13 years old. Adopted by Besant and Leadbeater, he received intensive training, then 10 years of schooling in England. People in many countries were informed of his future role.

At the age of 27, Krishnamurti had a personal vision which convinced him that the consciousness of Maitreya was beginning to overshadow him. Theosophists throughout the world had been waiting for this development. Annie Besant traveled (1926-27) in England and the United States with her protégé Jiddu Krishnamurti, whom she announced as the new Messiah.

In 1929, following this two-year tour Krishnamurti himself rejected these claims that he was to be regarded as a World Teacher, and dissolved the World Order of the Star, a religious organization he had founded in 1911. At this point it numbered 60,000 members, managed huge sums of money, and owned tracts of land throughout the world, many designated for Krishnamurti's future work. He was then 34 years old. Krishnamurti also renounced his association with the Theosophical Society, declaring: "I do not want followers. My only concern is to set men absolutely, unconditionally free." He spent the rest of his years teaching humanity how to achieve that freedom.

He retained some connection with the theosophical movement, however, and continued an active career of lecturing and writing. He finally settled in Ojai, Calif., where from 1969 he headed the Krishnamurti Foundation. His writings include Commentaries on Living (1956-60), Freedom from the Known (1969), The First and Last Freedom (1975), Life in Freedom (1986), and Think on These Things (1989).

Credits: age-of-the-sage.org

Robert Venosa is not within linguistic definition

Imagine Salvador Dali's words of appreciation for another artist. You can get amazed with Robert Venosa and his spiritual insights depicting worlds beyond the space-time fabric.

His works characterize a pure transmogrified reality of the human self. He creates what cannot be called art, but a spiritual kaleidoscope of his journeys. If I gaze at them more, I get afraid of a post-hypnotic amnesia.

"Bravo Venosa! Dali is pleased to see spiritual madness painted with such a fine technique."
-- Salvador Dali

"My wish for the coming age is that humanity becomes once again conscious of our spiritual union with the divine works of art - inspired creations by masters such as Robert Venosa."

-- Dr. Albert Hofmann

"Robert Venosa's art truly captures the imprint of a spiritual force, each painting so alive, seeming to breathe, pulsate and stare back at you, challenging the viewer to also reach their highest potential."

-- Carlos Santana

You can have the experience on: http://www.venosa.com/

Mati Klarwein's Magical Realism

Eleonore Ananda by Mati Klarwein - 1975

Mati Klarwein wrote:

In August 1975 we went on a 7 day hindu pilgrimage of 13,000 Shiva freaks climbing our way up the himalayas on a narrow trail on horseback, like ants in a trance, to go touch lord Shiva's penis, a giant priapic ice stalagmite that grows to maximum size on August's full moon inside a giant cave with a square entrance hewn by titans. Twenty pilgrims died on our pilgrimage. One of them was a brahmin lady behind us on an old white horse who suddenly stumbled and slipped, disappearing with his screaming lady rider in fluttering red sari down what seemed a bottomless canyon because the final thud was not audible. My 12 year old daughter looked at me with blank expression and said: "Please don't tell mummy about this, OK"? This painting of Ma Ananda Moyi, a wandering Indian saint, was done as a magic protection for my daughter a month before the pilgrimage.

More of his visionary art and works can be seen on:

http://www.matiklarweinart.com/