I was in the artist's closet for many years because I thought being creative was something only talented or lucky people had access to. It wasn’t until I read some great books such as “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron that I was able to give myself some breathing room and realized that we are all endowed with great creativity and the ability to channel it. Here’s a bit of what I’ve been up to since I put the critic to bed!
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PAINTINGS & ILLUSTRATIONS
One day, I stumbled upon another life changing book called “The Power of the Other Hand.” It was during one of the book’s exercises that I acknowledged the artist in me.
If you like what you see, check out my work at Society 6. You can also get all sorts items printed with original artwork on backpacks, hoodies, coffee mugs and more!
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ORIGINAL MUSIC
Below are some albums, singles and music videos I've put out in the last decade. These were the result of Deliberate Manifesting. I had a dream, I imagined it and everyone and everything that I needed to make this musical dream come true came forth to assist. Team work makes the dream work! Available on Spotify and the usual platforms for digital streaming.
Latest Single 'Future Us' Unplugged
Music from my SpaceRock Band "Love Machine" 1997-1998
Dreamsleuth 2015 : my go at some Persian EDM (if you can make this better/produce, hit me up!)
POETRY & STORIES
When the mood strikes, I enjoy writing. Generally, I write poetry in the form of lyrics, but occasionally something else comes through. I enjoy writing short and sweet anythings. I also love writing inspirational stories as well as the occasional rave and rant!
Here’s a short list of some pieces including a couple comedic radio commentaries from my days on air (Halloween and Thanksgiving), a Douglas Adam’s inspired short story about an odd eccentric man from the future, some ramblings, cosmic explorations and a quirky reflection from my childhood.
MERCABA ORIGAMI
Portal Hopping
Dimensional shifting
Space time Traveling
Psychological origami
A final fold completes the swan
Flying inwards
Popping out
A mountain folds in on itself at my heels
It’s an Avalanche!
The swan is no more
Undone by my other self
From another station
Oh Psyche!
I felt alone before, disconnected
Now I feel one with the weave
A wonderful thread that tugs my own end
The whole of All That Is
Vibrates, Shimmers, Responds
Ripples on a pond
Simultaneously
Two butterflies collide
A hummingbird flies off course
And so it goes
Probabilities spin
Outwards and inwards
Along eternal vectors
In directions beyond perception
Fractal Explosion
Above and Below
Surfing waves of Potential
Vast and infinite moment points
Crystallize before my eyes
And I drop in once more
Through a fold, now a door
Opening, Closing
Frequency shifting
Birthed creating
Death is graduating
Ever transitioning
Becoming, expanding.
I experience, I witness, I am.
PHOSPHORESCENCE
My childhood room was blue. Sky blue really. Blue drapes, blue carpet, blue sheets, white walls. I thought there were sharks swimming in the carpet at night. I used to quickly wipe my boogers in the carpet before the sharks could bite my finger.
One night, I came home from Bonaventure, our local roller skating rink and placed my new glow stick on top of my lamp. I fell asleep. When I awoke in the night the lamp had burnt out and it seemed all the world’s stars were in my room! The glow stick had burst from the heat of the lamp. It was magical. I was on a pontoon in the middle of a blue sea surrounded by stars and phosphorescence.
NIGHT & DAY
I’m amazing like the desert at night, your eyes simply need to adjust.
Me- I’m like a silhouette dancing in the moonlight at dusk.
You- you sparkle like the sun,
like light filtering through fairy garden canopies
reflecting off of early morning dew drops.
You’re a sun kissed splash of color who accents this dreary world
with indigenous divinity and bubbling insights.
WE BE THE BUBBLE PEOPLE
The color orange seems red,
the same way your mood shifts.
Like shapes in the clouds-
faces that change depending on perspective, attitude, and vision.
I sense a division.
Shapeshifters scare me,
mood shifters tear at me.
In the end do I even care?
Cause jerks come and go, but the sky’s always there.
Mood shiftin cloudy people are blips on my radar.
You give us shade, but mostly you rain on our parade.
Cause thats what we do-
We parade through the alleys of life
bringin beauty, joy, sun and laughter-
grooves and tunes and happy ever afters.
So screw you scrooge and your bad attitude.
We’re in the rainbow parade-
we slide off your face and bring beauty to our race,
and create bubbles of laughter wherever we go!
We be the bubble people.
You see yourself in us-
you see your true colors.
Our clarity makes your masquerade tear at the seams.
And then we go pop- like grace personified we leave no trace.
Just a feelin, a memory, an inklin of another way-
to journey
to feel
to share
and be true to the grace we all once knew.
TWIN FLAME ALCHEMY
I knew you were there all along
I felt you warm me
like sun upon my skin
I saw you clearly
coalesce and sparkle like morning dew
It wasn’t until you entered my heart and mind
And showed me a world beyond senses
That I came to know love
Twin flame alchemy
It’s never been like this before
I kissed your wrinkled eyes and felt your vision
I kissed your mind and saw our dreams
I kissed your heart and felt
We Are One.
You are me and I am you
Two sides of the same golden coin
Two facets of streaming geometry
Converging once again
The same current from the vast Ocean
Experiencing ourselves
Through unique perspectives
Reuniting
At the confluence of souls
INTRODUCING VAGGIE MACKERELLI: INVENTOR OF THE THOUGHT SAVING COMPENDIUM
I was always a little different you know. I mean I always knew that about myself and accepted my idiosyncrasies as signs of genius and great purpose. The way I clean myself from left to right, in tiny squares traversing my body parts at right angles. Never diagonals my dear Tathagoreus. The way I scratch my scalp searching for patches of dandruff like a termite tickling the pipe wood of farmer Cartwrights grand organ….
When I saw her in the back of farmer Cartwrights truck on the way to salvage I just had to have her. What was she destined for if I didn’t intervene? To such impractical questions I will never know. But to the practical considerations that some may unintentionally engage with, I am more than thrilled to contemplate on their behest- saving them time and above all, life giving energy so they may travel forth in the passion of their lives feeling at ease, unencumbared by inessential thoughts and actions.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vaggie Mackerelli and I am this world’s leading social thought saving scientist. All observations and findings as of the 22nd century are listed in Vaggie’s Century Thought Saving Compendium. (TM)
Specifically, my duty is to facilitate the mental journey all fellow travelers on the planet embark upon in finding their own purpose, living their joy and achieving their personal success milestones.
Before the Compendium was digitized and fully searchable I admit the energy saving trade off between searching and saving ones thoughts and energy units was marginally economical. But now I am most thrilled to say one may simply cross search by keyword and all related topics auto populate.
For example if you are a die hard fan of dried plums and traveling you might query with the keywords prunes and travel and so you would find the following entry:
Economy airline travel and contra-indicated foods.
Prunes, delicious and nutritious, (essentially better tasting gigantic raisins) are lovely light weight practical finger foods for the hungry traveller.
Unfortunately, prune binging is most definitely contra-indicated most notably in economy airline travel. The gases created, while completely void of any offensive smell, run rampant in their expansion making sleep on red eye flights nearly impossible. *Vaggie Mackerelli tested and certified.
I remember the experiment all too well. For the purpose of creating a controlled experiment I booked a round trip red eye flight from San Tiego to New Tork using my miles, binged on some 14 prunes (with pleasure I might add) and was as suspected, kept awake with cramping gas pains. Passing gas in economy at regular intervals in an upright position is simply a chore requiring extensive abdominal core work. If core work is your goal then please note this is the exception to the rule. Energy units saved breakdown: 2 dozen thoughts, 9 minutes contemplation, 12 minutes shopping, 6 minutes binging, 3 hours of abdominal distension and flatulence. TEUS (Total Energy Units Saved: 5)
This time tested, Vaggie certified energy saver is just one of 7568.
As you can imagine I’m incredibly busy with the compendium especially since I am currently a one man shop. Of course that will change any day now that the digitization is complete. This coupled with the recommended affirmations ensures increased readership and engagement.
I do lament for my fellow beings who have not as of yet discovered the compendium. Imagine the energy units they might save if they only knew.
HALLOWEEN
My friend asked me what I was going to be for Halloween the other day… and to her disappointment I told her I was probably going to sit this year out. Her face crinkled up in horror- “but Halloween is like the best holiday of the year! You can’t not dress up!” And as my inner child leapt I thought “Well, I guess I could throw something together”… and surprisingly at that moment I was overwhelmed by nostalgia because with the exception of recent years, that’s how my family used to celebrate Halloween. We’d throw something together at the last minute, dig through the closets until we found last year’s costume stuffed in some old dusty suitcase, then run off to the grocery store hoping to score a couple of the remaining pumpkins and get back just in time to drape some faux cob webs across our front porch. It isn’t that I was deprived on Halloween, I think my parents did the best they could in a new country where- people celebrate just about everything.
The truth is my mother and father each came with their own set of Indian traditions and holidays that we would celebrate. And then of course as Americans we felt the need to participate in national holidays and traditions, and since my parents weren’t particularly religious, most festivities didn’t really take a whole lot of prep time. On Christmas we’d decorate a plastic tree and exchange gifts, on Easter we’d hide eggs and on Diwali- the Indian festival of Lights, I think we exchanged cards and a candle. The Indian festival of Raksha Bandan was always my favorite by far because in exchange for tying a pretty little string around my brother’s wrist… he’d give me 20 bucks! Of course, I never really understood the meaning behind most of these traditions until later. In any case, in a worthy effort to partake in as much as possible, it was evident my parents were just wearing themselves thin. And it was during Halloween that my family’s half fast enthusiasm was most transparent.
I can remember one year in particular when my brother and I retaliated and attempted to raise the bar. Until then, I had been a witch every year without exception and my little brother had finally outgrown his peter pan costume. My mother was out of town, so with hesitation my brother and I gave my Father the duty of picking up some new costumes. (For a design engineer, I have to admit my father’s approach to arts and crafts was anything but innovative.)
On the eve of Halloween my Dad brought home our new costume and accessories. I say costume because I didn’t actually get a new costume, instead I got a set of teeth. I looked at my Dad with confusion as he attempted to explain…”I thought you could be a blood sucker this year… Count Dracula or something.” In my self absorbed misery I didn’t stick around to see what revolutionary costume my Dad picked out for my brother. Instead I ran up to my room and began dressing in a frenzy. As I applied my makeup I made plans for next year’s Halloween when I would create the most unique costume the residents on Lake Park Drive had ever seen.
After I left my bedroom I passed by my little brothers room and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of him in his new costume. I stopped dead in my tracks. I still remember seeing my brother’s horrified face as he looked up at me. He was wearing what looked like a big rectangular foam sac- with his scrawny legs peeping out the bottom …and on the front of the sac was a moon.
That night we only hit about a dozen houses- my brother got depressed showing up at house after house being asked the same question…’and what on earth are you tonight?’ With a look of shame and humiliation my brother hoarsely responded- I’m a pillow…I’m just a pillow.
After that Halloween, my brother and I vowed to take matters into our own hands. I think my parents breathed a quiet breath of relief when we began spearheading our family functions. And we did- the next year I got my drivers license and together we spared no expense in redeeming ourselves.