Mandalas 514-515 by Carolyn Smith

These Beautiful Natural Mandalas were photographed

at the Bronx Botanical Gardens Orchids Show by my

dear friend Carolyn Smith, who, by the way, was

the person who first got me to buy a digital camera

which got me started down the endless path of

Mandala making.

Thanks Carolyn, for helping me find one of

my great passions in life.

And, Thank you for these amazing natural

born Mandalas that don't have any need for

photoshop magic.

Beautiful photography!

~

Mandalas 498-513 by Melody Cummons

These Mandalas were made from photographs I took

of the surrounding landscape at Lifebridge Sanctuary

in upstate NY

Click on each image to see it enlarged.

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Mandala 497 by Everyone

This Photo was taken by My friend Carolyn on the

last night of our recent retreat at Lifebridge Sanctuary

in upstate NY. This Mandala was a group effort and was

created by many of the students at the retreat.

That afternoon, one of the other students was painting faces.

So yes, that is me, your Million Mandalas for Peace master

of ceremonies with my eyes in full rainbow regalia.

You may be asking yourself, what kind of retreat is this

anyway????

It's a retreat where we remember who and what we are

and who and what we aren't.

We are raised up to our perfect, open hearted, playful,

innocent, loving, childlike selves.

We Play..

Drums and rattles and harmonicas and we

breathe...deeply.

We dance until our bones are aching and sweat is pouring

down our bodies and our hair is plastered to our heads.

All the poisons being poured out of us by

pure joy.

We make big fires to keep us warm.

We laugh contagiously.

We sing without reservation.

We stay up late and get up early.

We recite our poems that come dripping out of our hearts like

honey.

We pray for emptiness and it comes and wraps around us

like still air and clouds.

We walk in the forest, looking for deer and bears and

other wild beasts.

But they are invisible and we cannot see them,

though we can hear their footsteps in the forest all

around us.

We have dreams and visions that wrap us together as one.

We make a magical, mournful, beautiful sound into the night,

and the night sings back to us..

loudly.

We shake and tremble,

every atom and cell vibrating with awe and wonder.

We question the nature of reality and illusion and

we receive a gift of understanding that is as tidy

as an unfurled, tangled ball of yarn,

messy and everything,

everything, everything,

not a thing of words.

A ghost gives a gift of a red heart leaf from heaven.

Sometimes we cry.

We embrace one another.

We see one another.

We allow ourselves to be vulnerable

or shy.

We celebrate each and every miracle moment

and time flies past with hurricane force winds.

We reach out, we reach in.

We let be.

We experience ONENESS.

We experience LOVE.

We WAKE UP... just a little bit more.

Our Beloved teacher wraps us in a blanket of

pure LOVE and PEACE and ACCEPTANCE.

She is a perfect flower. She is a happy

playful cute Buddhahahahaha!

It is paradise.

So, this is me...

And this is the Mandala we all made

together....

~

Mandalas 473-496 by Melody Cummons

Sacred Cloud Mandalas

of Lifebridge Sanctuary, High Falls NY

~

I just returned on Sunday evening from a week long

spiritual retreat with my teacher and other students

in upstate New York at the beautiful and serene

Lifebridge Sanctuary. The sanctuary sits on top of a

mountain, surrounded by forests and streams.

This area of upstate NY is known amongst spiritualists

as being an area dense with energy vortex's.

This is also ancient sacred Indian land.

The Indians came to this land to do ceremony and to bury

their dead. The Indians did not live on this land because

there were too many spirits. It was known as the land

of the spirits. The land feels sacred. But really, all

land is sacred.

Each day we had two hours of silence, and during that

time I walked the trails around the Sanctuary area and

took many photos, communing with the land and sky.

This series of Mandalas were created from photos I took

of the sky above the sanctuary and some from the forested

area directly around the sanctuary.

As I said in a previous post, Clouds are different everywhere,

and I see that these clouds are very unique and special

in their own right.

When I make the mandalas, I don't feel like I am creating

something. Rather, I feel as if I am uncovering something.

Seeing something in a different way, in a sacred way.

I hope you enjoy them. Click on the images to see

them enlarged. If you look softly at each enlarged

image you will begin to see faces and beings

dwelling there.

Let them bring Peace.

~

Gandhi

I took this photograph today in Union Square NYC.

This statue of Gandhi stands at the south west corner of the park.

To Gandhi's Left is Staples. To Gandhi's back is

Whole Foods. To his right is the outdoor artists market and

subway entrance, and he faces the farmers market and the 4 story

Barnes and Noble bookstore. I think it's safe to say,

he is the centerpiece of Peace.

Not much stillness in this part of town except

around 3:00 am.

Union Square, throughout history has been the

traditional place for people to gather in protest, wether

against war or for higher wages or women's rights,

This statue is a great reminder of Gandhi's teaching of the

power of peaceful protest and resistance.

Because of his efforts, India was liberated as

an independent nation.

Go Gandhi!

Mandalas 469-472 by Melody Cummons

Sacred Cabbage Mandalas

~

A little farmers market fun brings us these

sacred cabbage mandalas.

May they bring you Cruciferous Peace.

Mandalas 464-468 by Melody Cummons

Ohio Caverns Mandalas

These Mandalas were created from photos that

I took 60 feet underground in the womb of the Earth.

Ohio Caverns is the largest cavern in Ohio and is

home to many stalactites and stalagmites which

take hundreds or even thousands of years to grow.

The Stalas are calcite crystals.

At one point during the trip, the guide turned off all the 

lights so we could experience complete darkness.

It wasn't scary at all, and I actually would have liked

to stay down there alone in the dark and meditate for 

a while. But alas, such things are not allowed.

It is perfectly silent. Though if you were sensitive to 

energy, you could feel the energy of all the people who pass 

through that space. You can even see the mark of human

presence in the Stalas. Some are turning a brownish polluted 

color, which is sad. Still, it was a great adventure.

It would be nice for a group of energy workers to go down

and cleanse the space a bit.

Nature is truly miraculous.

The cavern was a combination of phallic and womb like energy

where crystal calcite children have been growing

for centuries.

Underground is a peaceful place.

~ 

Mandalas 455-463 by Melody Cummons

Ohio Cloud Tribe Mandalas

I recently returned from the land of my birth.

It's a very beautiful place called Ohio.

I was born in a small town, surrounded by corn and sky.

I believe that the sky is different everywhere you go.

I think of the clouds as tribes and each tribe has

it's own territory. 

Just like people, no cloud is the same.

Some of my fondest memories from childhood are

of laying in the grass, looking up at the sky

and deciphering all kinds of images in the clouds.

I could feel the earth turning underneath my body.

There were moments when I felt I might

actually fall off the Earth into the sky.

I recommend trying it sometime.

It's better than any roller coaster, any day.

Anyway...

Perhaps this explains why I am so obsessed

with clouds.

If you want to feel a deep peace, lay on your

back on the earth with your arms stretched out

to either side. Feel the grass tickling between

the toes of your bare feet.

Watch the cloud tribes march by and breathe in

their stillness.

Know yourself as more than just an earthling

and feel yourself lift off into the blue abyss.

Pure bliss.

Walk on the beach before the hurricane

hits land.

Run through a downpour.

Feel the breeze,

get soaking wet

smell the metallic ozone smell of

the storm cleansing the air.

Any way you look at it, even the fury

and bright lights of the cloud tribes bring peace.

~

Mandalas 453-454 The First World Peace Day

These Mandalas are in honor of

The First World Peace Day

September 21st 2009

Om Shanti, Let there be PEACE

Mandalas 447-452 By Melody Cummons For my Mother

The Drumming Shield Of

Life's Final Heartbeat

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Watchers Of The Body's Bones

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The Souls Event Horizon

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The Cries Of Things Left Undone,

Words Unspoken, Songs Unsung.

~

The Gatekeepers Embrace

~

The Sound of Everything,

Everything, Everything, Everything.

~

Ancestors Greetings

From The Abyss Of Light

~

Mother,

Where have you gone? What have you become?

Is your spirit resting? Are you at Peace?

Out of the shadows, into the light.

Out of illusion and darkest night.

Be Free,

Be surrounded,

by all those you have loved.

Heal now, let go,

let it be so.

Be embraced in the oneness,

you are part of us.

We carry you now

in our hearts, minds and cells

Forever you dwell within our hearts well.

Know that I love you.

One day we will meet again.

Your Daughter always

Melody

A Prayer by Mystical Philosophy Rev. Marjiorie Lipari copyright 2009

A Prayer A Day

09/13/09

May every woman this day

with child

be given the blessings of true

comfort and the gift of greater fortune.

May we eternally honor the Mother.

May Mother love always be purely

be given and purely received.

Bless all babies born to us.

May each new spirit coming to us,

bring with them a deeper wisdom

and the divine knowledge that will forward

move humankind into a refinement of light.

May the human race be illuminated

by all new spirits coming.

May humanity be sacredly guided

in the rearing of it's young and

in the fortifying of it's innocent.

Praise be the cycles of life.

God grow us all.

Deeply Respectful,

Rev. Mudra

Mystical Philosophy Rev. Marjorie Lipari copyright 2009

Mandala 446 in Memory of Phyllis Kay Stinson Mech

This Mandala is in Memory of my Mother

Phyllis Kay Stinson Mech.

She passed from the illusion of this life into

the loving arms of the Universe this morning

Sunday September 13th at 7:48 am.

No more suffering, No more pain.

May her free spirit ascend quickly into

the light and peace of all of creation.

OM Shanti. Let there be peace.

Thanks to all those who prayed for my Mom

and supported me through this time.

You are all angels to me.

Love, Love, Love to you all.

Melody Cummons

World Peace Day Sept 21st 2009

Greetings to all those devotees of manifesting peace.

Jeremy Gilley is the founder, chairman and Grand Orchestrator of 

"ONE DAY OF PEACE".

September 21st 2009 will be the first World Peace Day.

To read more about Jeremy and his journey toward

bringing all peoples of the Earth together in harmonious Peace.

go to  http://peaceoneday.org/en/welcome

Find out how you can be part of this historic day of unity,

If any magical makers of Mandalas would like to submit images

to this site for peace on that day, then please email them

to me with any information you would like to share about 

yourself or Peace.

Send to mcummons@verizon.net

OM SHANTI

May the Earth and all it's peoples be united in Peace and Love.

Mandala 445 by Melody Cummons

How much time do I spend each day, going over the details

of the past which can never be changed?

~

How much time do I spend each day, going over the details

of the future which may or may not ever come to pass?

~

How much time do I spend each day just being present

in the now?

~

When I am in the past or the future.

I'm stuck, I'm stagnant. There is no possibility

for Magic or surprise or peace or 

awakening consciousness

in the past or the future.

In the now...

This moment and this moment and this moment,

Eternal moments strung together like precious pearls

have unlimited potential

for life and love and expansion and peace.

Now is the moment when you can have any affect on anything.

Now is the only time that you can wake up.

You can't wake up in yesterday.

You can't wake up in tomorrow.

Those are only illusions.

There is only now.

Act, Speak, Sing, Dance, Create

Love like it was the last moment to love.

Live like it is the last moment to live.

Give this moment all your joy, your pain,

your regrets and sadness.

This is the moment when healing manifests.

Give this moment your laughter

and your open heart.

Give this moment

miracles, blessings and wholeness.

Give this moment a breath of fresh air,

a sigh, a cry.

Sense this moment with everything you have.

Hear the sounds of life all around you.

Breathe in the Earth and all of it's divine life

into your being.

See all the colors and patterns, the perfect

geometries exploding and expanding

outward, eternally, ever growing,

flowing outward into endlessness.

Let yourself fall into that silence.

Touch the face of God and feel it touch you back.

Now is the new black. Now is where it's at.

Feel your body in the now.

Go within, feel your bones, feel your skin.

Feel your lungs expand with life.

Feel yourself tremble with delight.

Make love to every leaf and stone.

Each creature and Ocean

each vibrational tone.

Only in the now

can you truly see

that you are nothing but divine energy.

Mandala 444 by Ann Christine Dennison

This beautiful Mandala was made for my Mother 

by Ann Christine Dennison, who has shared

her Mandalas here at this site before.

Ann and I have never met in person. We live continents apart.

Great Oceans separate us, yet through this blog we met 

and have become friends.

One never knows where from, or by what mysterious means

that love and kindness and compassion and healing may

come raining down.

The Love in our hearts touches the whole world,

without us knowing.

We are all one, all connected.

While my Mother lays alone in her hospital room,

who knows who's invisible arms are holding her

or wrapping her in peace and healing and love.

Angels are everywhere :-)

Thank you from my deepest heart to Ann.

OM Shanti

Melody

Mandala 443 by Melody Cummons

In darkness, there is always a portal, an opening, an

opportunity for light.

The caterpillar spins a web around itself.

Enclosed in darkness, it transforms and emerges

into the light as a butterfly.

It is no longer earthbound. It is free to fly

It is liberated from that darkness forever.

~

We are so programmed to think that

the light is good and the darkness is bad.

Yet all things come from the creator,

and to the creator all things shall return.

Everything is a path.

Everything is Consciousness.

Everything radiates from the source of Love.

Even shadows, even darkness.

Everything is a gift that can bring you closer to

home.

If you choose it.

Mandala 442 by Melody Cummons

Cancer is a consciousness.

What we believe, what we invest ourselves in

becomes real.

Cancer is the consciousness of suffering.

Healing occurs, when our attachment to suffering

is released.

I am holding a space for a shift of consciousness.

The manifestation of a consciousness

is a choice.

I am holding a space for peace.

I am holding a space for liberation.

I am holding a space for healing and health.

Mandala 441 by Melody Cummons

This Mandala and the Mandalas to come after this one

are created for my Mother Phyllis Kay.

I recently found out that my Mom has lung cancer and

I visited her in the hospital. She also has pneumonia

and it has been very difficult for her to breathe.

When we are born, we are attached to our Mothers by

an Umbilical cord. The physical cord is severed, but the 

etheric one stays in tact throughout our lifetime together.

We take the breath so for granted. We breathe 13000

to 30000 times each day, yet we rarely notice until

it is compromised or taken away. Imagine if each of those

30000 breaths were a struggle.

I found myself counting my Mothers breaths, almost

holding my breath to hear her next one.

Since I am home, I find myself breathing and

imagining that each deep breath I take expands her 

breath as well. I push open the inner space of my

lungs, imagining her inner space also pushing open.

I imagine all the particles of cancer flying off into

the abyss of creation, being recycled into love,

coming back into her body as pure eternal life force.

Bringing her a miracle, a breath of life.

As I sat beside my mothers hospital bed, I found

myself holding my breath. I felt like I was being held

underwater, down deep at the bottom of the ocean.

My Mother who was the portal of my existence into 

this world. Who gave me my body and my breath.

I'm still a part of her and she is still a part of me.

This we take so for granted, like the breath,

like the heartbeat, like each moment that

flies past us like the speed of light.

We are here, only for a moment,

only for a breath of time.

I create these Mandalas for the Peace and healing

and expansion of my Mother Phyllis Kay,

Who made me a body from her body

and gave me breath.

Mandala 440 by Kathy Hyde

Man-Hole-Dala

by my friend Kathy Hyde

She took this photo at

Grand Army Plaza, NYC.

Kathy says,

"Paved over,

but you can't stop the power

of hugs and kisses".

~

Mandalas 415-439 by Melody Cummons

Ah Yes, I'm still obsessed with the interplay of Shadow

and Light. The first image is created from a photo of shadows

on the sandy floor of a stream bed.

All the rest are photos of shadows cast upon the ground

by trees and foliage.

I love the designs the shadows create, like lace.

They are positive negative, yet soft, smudgy

and fluid.

Hope you enjoy.

PEACE!

~

Fire Water