Eventually they started getting bigger and bigger until one took up a whole page. This is the one that cracked something open in me. I felt such a deep sense of intimacy with this creature. It’s eyes felt so expressive and caring. My teacher said that this was the one I had been waiting for. All the story dropped and I felt a deep connection with myself, this being and all of creation. I made deeper contact by just making red dots on the creatures face. It felt like I was exploring it’s pores. I could feel it breathing through it’s skin and nose.
This creature felt and still feels so powerful. Like a fierce but incredibly loving energy. I felt so held and cared for in the contact. The last thing I painted on him were little like red and gold hairs coming out of his pores. I felt the movement and aliveness of them. It felt like true power- a good and loving power. I could feel it awakening so much in me. I was painting me. The creature and I were at one. The creature feels so powerful because it is does not have to hold back it’s power. I had this refreshing sense that all of it was allowed. It is so big and black and red and gold. The words right use of power kept coming to me.