Thursday, December 30, 2010



Summer emerald/winter azure

Seasons of the heart all in transition.  Velvet midnight swallows me:

Drop cloth for diamonds of stars.

We speak in silent echoes to the universe.

Is this prayer?  What is prayer?  "Prayer is the essence of all things hoped for, the belief in things not seen."

Poem by Dahlis

Photo, Celestial Light by Rob, published with permission 

Monday, December 27, 2010


"Your Today~My Yesterday

My Today~Your Tomorrow,"  Master He, Weiqi

"All is Possible With The Mind,  Paul Lam, M.D.

"Healing Is A Process, Not An Event,"  Master Tomasi

"Your Today" what does this mean?  A young child looks up to a parent or teacher and emulates them.  Kind words encourage the youngster to achieve.  The Cheetah mom teaches her cubs to hunt on their own taking time over the course or two years or more.  The Tai Chi student looks forward to learning to practice a complex Tai Chi form without aid of the teacher.  The student may even be promoted to teacher.  The teacher says, "My today, Your tomorrow."

"All is Possible with the Mind."  A friend questioned, "All?" 

"Healing is a Process Not an Event."  

I received a phone call, "Well I'm an event person!  When I read these words you wrote, I I stopped in my tracks and pondered this."

"The road to healing and recovery is an ongoing process.  It is not static but moving forward,"  Louise Watson, R.N.

Silent Hunter, pastel painting by Dahlis Roy

Sunday, December 19, 2010


Faded Photographs

Long Ago, I Held a Memory

Fast Forward/Rewind
Looking at Rob's recent photo near Donner Pass flashed me back to my Dad's black and white photographs of Yellowstone National park printed on slick white paper before I was born.  Photography transported me into another world of the art of film.  I got a Brownie Starflash camera for my twelfth birthday! The camera took black and white and color prints plus slides.  Now digital is another window for creative adventure.  My Dad loves the new technology and information sharing.  I wrote "love" rather than "would have loved" because love has no past, future, or subjunctive tense.  Love is the ever present now.

Angels Among Us
Kathleen told me she went to buy a gift for an English professor who had treated the book discussion group to lunch.  "I went to the florist and looked around.  Things seemed very expensive.  Another female customer pointed out the new 'rose' poinsettia, but she said she had seen prettier ones.  She was also looking for a cyclamen plant for her friend.  I had no idea what a cyclamen plant was." 

"I was in Casey's looking at the flowers when I heard a voice talking to me and pointing out a cyclamen.  The same woman had also decided to come to Casey's after leaving the other store."  These flowers looked bedraggled.  "I decided to run across the street to Owen's, and here came the same woman!  We both decided Owen's didn't have what we wanted, but she told me to check out Kroger on College Avenue."  I quit for the day!

"Sunday morning  I stopped by Jewel-Osco on College and found they had just gotten in some very nice flowers.  They had small but very healthy cyclamens with blooms.  I chose two and paid for them and then ran to Kroger's.  There I found the most beautiful Christmas Rose poinsettias that looked like velvet.  All of this did not cost much and I still had $1 left.  I spent that on fruit and fixed a basket using an extra one I had at home dressed up with Christmas decorations and a red bow."

"This was the day before the big storm, and I felt I should deliver the plants that day.  I called Tori and arranged to deliver them that afternoon.  Torri had forgotten she had another errand, but another friend was at her house.  I could leave the things inside.  I just hoped Torri would like my choices."

"Now comes the weird part.  It turns out that cyclamens are one of Torri's most favorite flowers, and she especially loves the Christmas Rose.  I did a search of angel art and what did I find but pictures of flowers with an angel hidden in each!  Dahlis, I swear this unknown woman customer was a flower angel.  I had no idea what to buy Torri, and the woman pointed me in the exact directions I needed to go.  No one else would understand this like you." 

"Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own..."
                                           Charles Dickens

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Photos published with permission:
Mountain Snow by Rob, published with permission 
Candy Cane Colors, flower by Emilie

Saturday, December 11, 2010


Painting With Light
Unique experiences occurred while painting the Mitchell-Hedges crystal skull mentioned in Pieces of Rainbows (post Dec 5, 2010).  I brushed in this canvas with French ultramarine blue, a deep and vibrant hue like sapphires in the night.  I brushed with sweeps and swirls as music played.  I imagined crystal images painted over primal blue oil paint. What will appear?  Like diamond sparkles on midnight velvet, I would draw light from deep blue darkness.

I checked out the energy of the canvas several times.  Then I carefully fashioned a faint skull vision with light feathery strokes of radiant white paint over the blue painted background.  When I stood back to view, the result looked like two different skulls superimposed into one.  Which would I highlight?  

I was merrily typing away at my computer while listening to music, picking up frequency bands for creative energy.  A white tiger image began to emerge into conscious thought.  In Chinese mythology, the white tiger constellation represents what we call the hunter Orion.  A textured tiger image carved from crystal suddenly "emerged" fully formed and in sharp detail from an inner vision.

Like an explosion, I pictured the shimmering blue canvas backdrop receiving the tiger immediately.  "That's it!"  I had the title:  Crystal Tiger!  I turned off the computer and music and prepared to paint the tiger right away before he escaped.

Hurrying downstairs, I pictured painting the tiger with jewels of white light as a carved crystal. The nearly iinvisible skull stayed put as a swirl of star aura around the big cat.  I took a chisel brush and titanium white and carved out the tiger with sure strokes.  Like an ice sculpture, the tiger grinned back at me with open jaws as he painted himself against the blue night.  

Star Show
Heading around the painting I sprinkled in a few constellations.  
Playfully I smudged a faint flying Chinese crane into the skull's aura and highlighted the crystal a little.  In China, the crane represents health, strength, and longevity.  It worked!  A balance of aura and stars twinkled.  

My signature in green (love), communication (blue), and truth (white) completed the picture.  Playing with color and words like playing with daily Tai Chi, help to open the creative heart of the universe.

White Tiger!
I presented the Crystal Tiger painting to Anna-Mitchell-Hedges.  Anna had found the skull in ancient Mayan ruins in 1924.  Anna loved the painting and its blue mysterious depths.  Bill Homann, current keeper of the skull, later told me that F. A. Mitchell-Hedges' nickname was White Tiger!  Anna was F.A. Mitchell-Hedges adopted daughter, and she adored her father.  

I had no clue about the white tiger connection.  The carved tiger had surfaced from my subconscious.  "Intuition to fruition," Out of the Blue Crystal Tiger Roars!  

Intuitive mysteries unlock secrets of ourselves.

Post Dec 5, 2010, Pieces of Rainbows, Meeting the Mitchell-Hedges Crystal Skull

Post Oct. 2010, A One in a Million Sky, Sirius star pulses with light.

PhotoCrystal Tiger Out of the Blue, painting by Dahlis Roy

Sunday, December 5, 2010


Meeting the Mitchell-Hedges Crystal Skull

Surprise!  We drove out into the dark of December to meet Bill Homann, current keeper of the Mitchell-Hedges Crystal Skull.  Some hours later, an unexpected surprise appeared!  Bill carried the crystal skull out to greet us and placed it on the wooden coffee table in front of us.  I felt immediate vibrations all over my body!

How can I describe this energetic experience?  I "felt" rather than heard a humming vibration sound emitting from the skull.  The sound was like the sixty cycle hum from a tube radio.  That wonderful big radio in its solid walnut cabinet was my ticket out of my home and into the realm of music and voices.  I pondered how radio waves are extracted from the air and dialed in, tuned on their unique frequency bands.

Weren't the first radios called crystal sets?  Do crystals amplify vibrations?  Scooting forward but not touching the skull, I peered down into its mystic silver depths.  The crystal was clear, yet patterns appeared like untapped universes and oceans of water and stars, infinity deep. 

I thought, "This is out of this world!"  How did human artists craft it?  If humans fashioned it, they had divine guidance from unseen hands guided by light and unspoken directions.  Mysterious paintings tap invisible energy from the universe and download it into solid light and liquid color.  I didn't think about painting the skull.  I didn't think.

Getting up, like a cat circling,  I viewed the crystal from every angle.  Creeping slowly around the ancient artifact, I thought about how Tai Chi and Qigong practice helps to raise body, mind, and spirit to higher energy states through  ancient ritual forms, some say stemming from Shamanic dances at the dawn of time.

Sitting down again, I peered once more into the mysterious depths of the artifact, absorbing its solidified light.  Refractions of color split the night, prisms of color danced within and without.  These prisms were "pieces of rainbows" as if you'd take a scissors and slash random fragments in various sizes from neon rainbow colored paper, raw material for a future collage.

Time to Leave
Rising slowly to my feet, I felt connected to the Earth by strong vibrations.  Walking carefully, I felt I was treading on pincushions!  The black velvet night stroked me with December chill.  Settling into car, I quickly performed seated exercises from Tai Chi class, grounding my energy and settling my soul which was wild with joy and wonder.  Vibrations painted a day and night to remember.

Bedtime nestled over me like a warm quilt, dreamless sleep enveloped me.  About four in the morning, I had a dream vision.  The color and energy were so vivid, I awoke with a start, heart pounding!  Even waking up could not fade the neon bright image.  I had "received" a future painting. 

The image in the center of the vision dream burned into my consciousness.  Looking strait into the skull, *it was smiling!  The skull dream radiated neon white light.  The sunburst around it was vibrant yellow and sky blue, hurting my eyes.  Intense rose light appeared, framing the edges of the future picture.  Rose is the color of unconditional love.

I lay awake for quite awhile.  I knew, with the right timing and energy, I would paint the vision.

Pieces of Rainbows!
Some days later one of my daughters called.  "Mom, the other day while I was practicing Tai Chi I got rainbows!  I knew you were sending them."  We often send and receive thoughts, colors, and images back and forth.  Sometimes, we even hear the same song running through our heads.  "They weren't like regular rainbows, they were cut-up ones like someone took a scissors and cut them into pieces!"  I smiled, knowing those were images I had seen reflected in the skull. 

"How bright were they?"

"Oh, they were very bright like neon color!"

I realized these rainbows were sent subconsciously and not directly to my daughter.  She tuned into the frequency band and picked up the brilliantly painted images.

Painting the Vision
Gripping my favorite ancient worn bristle brush was like picking up a magic sword.  As I lifted the sword-brush, I felt intense vibrations streaming into me like lifting my sword for Tai Chi practice.  I prayed to my legions of Angels to help me create the intuitive image and guide the brush.  How would I paint?  With a lot of help!

I stood to poised over the blank canvas, like a cat hunting.  Rotating the brush silently over the canvas without touching it, I picked up spiritual energy from the universe to translate it into solid color.  I felt like the Zen calligrapher/painter, tracing out an invisible likeness that was already completed.  Could I transmit and translate the healing feelings I felt?

I dipped the brush boldly into titanium white a with a smudge of cobalt blue.  Its worn uneven bristles crunched on the blank canvas.  Tracing over unseen light, I circled in the outline of the skull, the vision-dream memory.  Slashing the strokes with sureness now like a Tai Chi sword in action, the three dimensional skull began to take shape.  Picking up vibrant yellow, I stroked timidly around the aura the skull emitted.  The yellow faded paler on the canvas than in my vision.  I let the yellow paint itself.  Rose light was next.  I pictured  bold strokes slashing outwards from the image to frame the edges....

Then something mysterious happened!  The bright rose paint whirled outward from the skull, not in slashes but in circles!  I knew Sharon, my guardian Angel, was painting through me.  I silently "heard" the hum again as the brush circled.  White paint swirls completed the circling around the edges, tying the image together like a birthday present.  I signed my name.  I quit!

Meeting Anna Mitchell-Hedges
The phone rang!  It was Bill Homann coming to call and bringing Anna-Mitchell-Hedges with him!  Anna was then the keeper of the skull.  Anna found the skull on her seventeenth birthday buried in ancient Mayan ruins in what is now Belize.  What excitement! 

Angel paintings surrounded the new skull painting on the stone mantel.  Anna, then ninety-five years old, entered and hugged me.  I showed the skull painting.  Anna loved it!  Anna radiated love in a peaceful and joyful way.  George Eddy, Tai Chi instructor visiting at the time, commented that one pupil in the skull was painted heart shaped.  George also noticed the sandstone brick wall of the living room represented tiny crystals in each grain of sand for enhanced resonance.

Photographing the skull painting with both film and digital is another mystery.  Some images were spotty and dark, some were all white.  Intuitively, I let this painting rest.  I named it, Crystal Vision.  Is the vision more powerful than the experience?

Crystal Clear 
*The skull's energy felt more "male" (yang) to me, some feel female (yin) vibrations or androgynous energy.  A friend told me about meeting a different crystal skull housed in the British Museum in London.  She, like me, felt "male" energy and heard a hum. 

In meeting the Mitchell-Hedges skull, several people experienced increased heart rate.  Another felt tingling sensations similar to acupuncture sessions.  Others felt visions, dreams, new directions or ways to achieving goals.  Bill Homann believes the skull radiates positive love.

Results of photon camera work done by the Seraphim Institute show Bill Homann meditating with the skull.  These images result in various colors and light patterns.  One view was surprisingly like my painting, energy colors rotating outward in a circular fashion.  The adventures continue.

Photo and story reprinted with permission from Bill Homann.
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