A Moment ~*Within*~ Introduction to Imelda Frances Burnadette Maguire

~*Celebrate Life and Love*~

The Loft

~ Timeless Expression Studio ~

October 2007 ~ March 2016 

Historical Alger Press
Durham Region Ontario

Photo by Stephen Cormack

From time to time I gaze out the window dreaming of days that are gone forever and of those yet to come.

I wonder

Is it in the reflections of the past that are met with the wanderings of the soul in a given moment of time where our dream truly begins?

Might it be a discovery of who we were then long long ago where we are only now bearing the fruit of what was or is to be?

I wonder, and dream about never ending Love within every waking moment of the day.

I wonder 

 and then I dream  do you?

~  North Wood ~

Quote from Saint Germaine

Choose intend, it will be done

Repeat that with us

Choose intend, it will be done

Remember that

A clear choice, clear intention

It is impossible to stop it manifesting

Impossible!

It will only stop when you change your intent or you choose otherwise

And

If your intentions and choices do not manifest

It is because you have changed your mind

You have changed your intent.

No way around this!

We are all the lover and  the dreamer!

~ Imelda Frances Burnadette Maguire ~

Toronto Pictures
2009

Photo by Bruno Pischiutta

I DREAM...

One day, everyone will discover 

The magnificence you are ~ I am

Found in the True Authentic Self of precious Unconditional Love

I Dream...

One day, everyone will discover 

The radiant being you are ~ I am…

Found in the true Authentic Self of precious Unconditional Love

I Dream...

One day, the entire universe will discover

The pure sweet Love found in the True Authentic Self.

I Dream...

That the Divine Glow in you and me

Will one day flow sweet and free through the heart

Authentically from one to another 

Through Eternity

When the higher emotions are conscious, there is real peace, love, and joy found within us all always, and in abundance.

Let us all walk toward our beautiful morrows together!

FIRST THE GESTURE

THEN THE GRACE

In Search of Self

Enter The Millennium

The following notes were written by Imelda during time spent on the Psychiatric ward of the Oshawa General Hospital shortly after the grand event of time; New Year Eve of the Millennium.   

Diagnosis: 

Bipolar with a psychotic twist;  Disassociation

~ Shattered Dreams ~


Imelda FB Maguire
  Self Portrait

Oil on canvas 40 x 60 1992

Private Collection of  Canadian Mental Health Center
  Minden Ontario 

The Notes:

I am on my tenth different psychotropic cocktail to stabilize mood swings. 

  

The drug of the day is Lithium.  

Numb am I,  lost in a dark place with nothing to recognize as self to grab on to and hold tight, so as not to sink further into this dark abyss of lifelessness.  



The question asked of the patients attending the workshop today is;



Who have we become and why?

Sitting here in the hospital recovery workshop not caring at all whether I live or die, I pray without end to the Heavenly Father for the sensitivity to hear the promptings of my soul;



Who am I?

Why would I even care, knowing full well that the right answer will be the only way out of this dark and empty place of hollow living?




There is pen and paper in hand, so I might just as well begin this writing exercise.

    

Drawing by Imelda FB Maguire

Recovery Workshop

 Oshawa General Hospital 

3G Wing

 February 2000  

I know there is a pattern of some electrical nature, so I search somewhere for a missing sequence, keep it simple stupid.  There is only black inside, so I resist and go the other way.


A speck of color draws me in so I follow and chase the hue, only to arrive back to where the pigment began to the place where only darkness lives.


Oh Heavenly Father

Let there be light

The medication makes it so hard to think, so hard to do anything at all let alone think or feel or see the light of joy that once was and is now lost when all I really want to do is to be left alone to sleep that forever deep sleep.


Now… yes, I think I have lost the land of Now!

A wee flurry flickers inside somewhere behind my breast but it is not mine.   I raise my hand to see who is there.  A gentle little whisper of a thing touches my cheek.  I accept this gift, the tears fall. 


Only a mad stroke appears when I put pencil to paper…  I let it go, perhaps we can talk again another day.

The mouth is so dry.

Colors most pale with shapes are there today.  I wait for something to stay… for at least a short while yet still the pigment and shapes flutter pale.


Wait! something looks for me ~ what is one to expect from the self?  ~ Soul hides.  

O'h my, how the brain hurts as I search ~ keep it simple stupid!

Nowhere is there a brush stroke ~ nowhere is there a color or a hue.

Life is at the best ~ flat
Nothing seems to matter much at all anymore.  There is no interest in even the searching.

So then, it has come to that!

There is no point in describing this painless pain.
I pray and I pray.


Please God take me home.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder who you are


The blank clean page speaks to this unrivaled mystery.  Here in this blank and clean place, I can stay in between ~ in the land of Now ~ safe ~ from a world so full of fractured shattered dreams.


There must be more space for these broken pieces to find their rightful place within ~ the mind can no longer breathe.

Displacement of self has arrived!
Here, in the land of now, there is all this time to listen to the whispers of my heart, I miss the authentic self that it seems I never really knew.


I must let the past go...
Oh… to be independent when there is not a thing that is truly your own, surely this must be the Lord’s test!
Remember I must ~ be grateful for all heart's desire, a lesson learned.
This must be the hold to keep the soul alive, that I might feel the map to my own truth within as my friend ~ lest I become lost ~ forever ~ to the wild rushing noise on the outside.

What planet am I on?

Fragments of this and that have disassociated themselves from one another.  They seem to be running rampant like a wild child without a destination and have gone pale beyond the boundaries of the whole.  I wish I understood how the boundaries got there in the first place.
Life is easier, safer, and more loving without these internal boundaries that appear so very strange and dark to my heart. Why won't these things talk ~ with all my might I wish they would, just so one might know where to begin again.

I am afraid ~
It must be for the self to stay inside where it is safe to accumulate again these missing pieces.  If one cannot, at best then, I can enjoy the numbness and this rest.

But... for how long will I be left here in this darkness without end?

The past is gone now,  never to come back, I know this to be true.
The future will always be unknown, I do not have a crystal ball ~ so the only thing left is ~ here ~ within this incredible empty Now that appears so full.

When I do look back it seems it was always about the work of exploring more how life is lush and ripe like fruit, sweet and ready to eat on the vine.  How could one survive such an Eden just to arrive at this pointless end?  

Bliss is lost ~ 


Yes, lost am I ~ tumbled upon the ground, then get lost again ~ tumbling over and over and over. It takes all effort to make it through this damn day program without a voice. When I do hear it, the voice is not mine, someone else has taken my place and they are nervous like a fearful child, removed am I from this place on earth where another acts the part of my own composition in life.


I know there was Bliss ~ I know it ~ so I search and feel for the Bliss that waits silently in great anticipation for the real self to return.

And now herein lies the secret;

It is only with the heart

That one can see rightly what is essential

What is invisible to the eye

And so float eye

This lotus on a pond

To where I do not know

  

Life is but a tiny ripple

That a gentle breeze does blow

Upon the waters top

 It is not where this breeze may wake

But only our self out of life what we make

Oh… but to float with He

Upon the watered tide

Inside the land of now

Where everything hides 

From those empty things on the outside

It is only within the Divine of the moment

That there is Life in the land of now

And so float eye 

This lotus on a pond

To where I do not know

~ Flowering Almond~ 

The Sharing of Hidden Truth

November 15 2009

True love began to heal itself with the writing of the soul thoughts during the Millennium time spent in the healing workshop on 3G main with a healing that continues through to this day.

Indeed it took the complete collapse and folding of the self upon itself to come through the other side of darkness only to fall in love with that fearful dark in order to realize the brilliance of Light through the creative being of the very soul that had never left. 

Our most precious and perceived commodity of time controls that function of relationship building with our self and has now become solely governed by the value of a dollar.  The external quest to gain equity by owning more material things is the very thing that will drive one to madness as we strive endlessly to find more time to do just that, own more of everything.

Self-awareness expressed and experienced through art is the personal truth set in opposition to the non-truths that continue to rise up in ebb and flow through our daily life.

The function of art to me is to bridge the distance between the most intense state of feeling and our impersonal human existences that we know them to have been while living here on this earthly soul plane.  The artwork is a personal attempt to express outwardly the relationship we have of our self within modern society through this lifetime, then to do so with a grand Grace.

My travels in creativity have led me increasingly toward a conscious awareness as a means to search out and hold one's own truth as the gift to saving our sanity in a world conflict, confusion, fear hunger and war.

The work for me is an attempt to provoke the viewer into silent contemplation of whom and what we really are.  It poses questions directed inward, questions that are the most unavoidable in the search for self-recognition and acceptance, self-respect and intelligent self-consciousness.

Technically through the freedom of artistic expression, the intention is to bring the viewer into the world of the soul by concentrating on simplicity of shape, movement and rhythm through ethereal qualities accomplished by the use of light passing through vapors of pigment.

The work is mostly sensual rather than intellectual.  It is my personal attempt to thrive in the expression of spirituality.  It is here that there is the awareness of our individual completely true nature, the totally abstracted elements of undefined mind ~ Reality ~ outside of our own beingness. 

For most, this attempt would be a deeply personal journey that celebrates the wholeness of the heart and soul as we live and survive on flourishing earth.

There is always an element of fear or apprehensive to start something new that we want to make very good, true, and serious.  The search for knowing more, is a sacred adventure.  

Russian Writer Vladimir Nabokov tells us:

“There is a miraculous feeling of the words being there written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”

True adventure starts with desire, inclining one to enter the unknown internal world of the heart in all its many wondrous facets that will indeed leave us breathless and in delight of our true self.

Be awake to your life

Then

Rise to inspire others 

To be the best that they can be

~ Flowering Almond ~



~*LOVE ALWAYS*~

Imelda

Creation of Earthen Man

Earthen Man

A work in Progress

~ Imelda FB Maguire ~

Pondering message from the universe

 Timeless Expression by Maguire Studio ~ 2011

Earthen Man

April 1 ~ 2011

 

 The First Stroke

Earthen Man soaring free

On passion wing

Rest awhile in the palm of Grace

Heart open wide

Full of joy

Enter New Earth clean and fresh

Upon a crystal breath

Witness the birth of Forever Free

On the swing of Heaven’s Gate

Where all souls are equal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

~ Earthen Man ~

Left to right; Sunny Dhillon, Imelda Maguire, Brye Briggs November 22, 2011

Installation and Presentation of Earthen Man

Total Rehab Clinic, Ajax Ontario

Private Collection of Sunny Dhillon

Ajax Ontario

Earthen Man is Presented to Sunny Dhillon
In humble Gratitude
For his generous gift of unconditional caring Love
Delivered through hands of Compassion
Grandest of Grace
to his fellow man
 
 

Earthen Man

Sunny Dhillon

Sunny and Brye have been friends since grade school, they were also mates playing on the same All Star Turrel Soccer League through their High School years.  The two young men went off to University and then on to define their lives, always remaining friends.

Sunny became a chiropractor, he knew that Brye had a troubled leg from a sport accident in his first year of University where he was headed in the tummy resulting in the loss of his spleen and  deep vein thrombosis, impairing Brye for the rest of his life with a very temperamental swollen leg that holds him at continual great risk for a recurring blood clot.

 

Throughout the following years; being concerned for Brye's optimal health, Sunny began to treat Brye's troubled leg without ever taking so much as a dime from Brye for his personal attention and professional care that he administered to Brye. 

When Sunny opened his new clinic Total Rehab, Brye shared with me that he wanted very much to thank Sunny for all the years of his support. 

Together Brye and I began to envision a painting for Sunny to hang on the wall of his new clinic.  Earthen Man is the result of that conversation between a mother and a son who surely are very grateful to Sunny for sharing himself so generously for his special gift to a friend in need.

It was indeed with great honor and joy to be there with Brye to present and instal Earthen Man on the wall of Sunny's new clinic.

Compassion and Grace witnessed in another, indeed inspires us all.

Thank You Sunny

Earthen Man

Monica Cotton

During the work of Earthen Man, beautiful virtuoso soprano Monica Cotton lived across the hall from the Timeless Expression Studio with her husband Kent, two young sons, two beautiful daughters and their wee friend Tybalt the cat.

Heavenly it was to be working away to the sweet voice of an angel echoing through the old walls, down the four flights of spiral stairs, through the building and out onto the street. 

During the last evening of March 2011, while lost in the attempt to define human anatomy for the work on Earthen Man, I  became aware of a grand commotion going on outside the studio door.  Something compelled me to have a look out into the hall to check out what was going on...  I opened the door; the hallway outside the studio was full of emergency people and police along with the two boys and Kent who all stood there in striking shock.

 Monica had been nursing a cold and flu which within a week had taken her life.  Her passing was at 2:00 am, April 01, 2011 while I was working on Earthen Man.

Nothing will ever express the tidal wave that shook the very soul of us all.

When my head finally did hit the pillow which was the next night, I had a dream;

Monica was sending me an SOS from Heaven.

How can I say that you might ask?

Well you see,  I had shared with Monica that my father was an Irish Tenor and that my favorite memory of my Papa is him singing the Ave. Maria while he worked away in his little shop fixing radios and tube televisions.  He sang so beautifully until tears would stream down his face.  All who listened to Papa sing were spellbound.

When Monica taught music lessons across the hall in their family suite, she would warm up for her students with the Ave. Maria just for me, knowing full well that I would be listening, with tears running down my face, her heavenly voice would bring my Papa close to my heart.

Monica, Kent and the boys loved coming over to watch the progress of the painting, so you see, how can this SOS not always be with Earthen Man?

Compelled I am to reply to Monica... message received! 

The following Love Letter from Heaven is Monica's SOS to her family who love her so dearly which she sang to me in my dream that night after her passing.

Love Letter from Heaven

April 01, 2011

Love is everywhere

Everywhere

The strongest heart being so brave as to weep

 Healing tear

In this Heavenly moment

So full of life

The beauty of Joy

Kissed the lip of Passion

One could not dare but to surrender to delight

Lest the dark arrive

Peace                               Peace                             Peace

Home now on the Breath

Here at the foot of Heaven's Gate

Inside the softness of an Angel

The joyous dance of Passion and Grace is surely in the air

Then

The Indescribable Face of God

~ Heaven ~

Listen Closely To The Whisper

Tender is the one to wipe away fear

Shimmer does purple hue 

Still aglow in the silent of night

Humble are we all

In the Divine Presence of God

Echo of a distant realm

Hold sacred oblivion beyond a golden peak

Hidden between the dark of cloud

Softly touched by Creators hand

Heart is lost in a world of illusion and time

Sweet breathless word of Divine

Hold the darkness of night

Listen closely to their whisper

Dear Monica

  Your sweet voice echoes within the walls of Old Alger

So missed by all you truly are, yet never too far from the heart.

~*LOVE ALWAYS*~

Imelda