Art and Mental Health. Part 5.

Many adult students sign up for workshops because they are drawn to learn this type of art. Somehow they recognise in them, that they will benefit from it. Many need to heal themselves from trauma - in this life or to reset a repetitive pattern that existed before this life so that they can extend beyond it.

Through free energy art a person goes into silence, into the superconscious mind, accesses universal consciousness, and then comes back, bringing with them a residue of stuff that exists in their subconscious mind that requires healing.

The idea is that a person becomes progressively lighter and can then live in balance.

Workshops are always perfectly measured, with the right people coming along according to who needs what from whom. The class operates above and below, with the room being packed with guides and helpers from beyond the veil.

Approximately two years ago, a guy joined that had been struggling with his mental health and mania for many years. I was so glad that he was willing to commit time to energy art in order to begin the journey of self healing. It was also interesting and a privilege to be able to share this journey to see in what way this process could help.

Free expression art, energy art, channelled art, spiritual art, visionary art, psychic art are all labels that could be given to this type of art.

To some onlookers they glance at it, seeing only colour, and they dismiss it. Maybe they are not ready. Maybe they are too in their minds, trying to think what it isn't.

Many miss the energy of it, the depth and the message and maybe that is right, as all of this information is meant for the healing of the creator - locked into the painting like a secret code showing itself only to those that are aware enough to realise that there are doors........

Many of them - to other planes of consciousness - accessed in the no mind state, through art. Without trying, but with an openness of mind and a freeness of purpose. In an allowing state.

This guy that showed up for art was ready to try anything and so we began working together on a canvas each week, with spirit knitting our energy together as we worked - egolessly.

The results were amazing. First of all, at a glance, the canvas - painted with oil paints - seemed to be merely covered in shapes. We would rotate them round, viewing them each way up until images began to appear as if cloud gazing.

Nearly always, figures showed themselves - many of which wearing a turban, but this was only apparent after the second phase of work - giving depth to elements of the painting - revealing what had been laid down.

I was interested to learn that part of this guys mania involved him wearing a turban and being a king. It was as if he was tuning into a past life experience.

We have continued to work together in this way, each week - the idea being that the familiarity of it treads a well worn path of connection between here and spirit, allowing him to have control of his own doorway.

Unfortunately he is on monthly injections of a mind altering drug that has embedded him deep inside himself.

It's a difficult situation of awakening him through the fog, raising his vibration up so that he can recognise the voices if and when they appear once his medication has been reduced.

For now, all is well, with many little steps in the right direction.

Art and Mental Health. Part 4. Special Needs or Special.

Many of my students have been on the autistic spectrum. I think we all are, after all it's a spectrum that varies in extremity.

I've had young people rock up to The Oracle, failing to thrive at school, self harming, having suicidal thoughts, not wanting to continue living. Being in a very dark place.

Then there are others that just don't fit in. They are different and can't make friends - existing in their own closed and private world. There were the 'problem children,' that apparently needed extra staff support, the ones with chromosome abnormalities, severe physical disabilities, those with Aspergers, problems with communicating, anxiety and Tourettes.

Normal wasn't something that existed in my teaching world, but it was very, very special.

All those that have come to earth different, are here for a reason, and that is to educate others. Because they are to some degree or other disassociated with the regular norm and can't be moulded by it, fit in to it, or cope with it, they are deemed Special Needs.

They are in fact Special. Capable of  far more than the regular person ; the new mode of human being, come to replace the old model of density that exists purely third dimensionally.

Mankind is shifting consciousness and the Special Ones have come to bring a raised band of energy to the earth in order to help others that are here.

All is in perfect order. It is imperative that there are those whose focus is purely energy related as it is for those that are in the position as carers. It is symbiotic with the carer being enlightened by the one they are caring for.

Kids on the spectrum are downloading so many sets of information at once. It's as if they are completely permeable and can feel the thoughts of everyone in the room and the general strife of the world.

Simply tackling one sum in maths is demeaning for them. An insult to their intelligence and a relative waste of time in the vast scheme of things.

It's as if education needs to catch up. For them to show us how they need to learn - so they can remember what they came to share. To be given the space to grown - not a box which they cannot escape from.

I remember when I was introduced to the term 'Messy Play' and I was a little shocked.

Where I had encouraged artistic freedom and self expression, the children had shown me that there was much more to their art that an untrained eye would miss.

Calling it Messy Play seemed to undermine the essence of these children as if that was all they were capable of.

The more time I spent with young people, the more I came to learn that they are waiting for the world to catch up. Many are seers, many are able to read minds, know an underlying motive, have the gift of premonition. All lies are transparent and they humour by merely observing them.

Once these children are acknowledged truly for who they are, they begin to flourish and connect in fully with their genius.

Art above all else is the tool that guides them all back home to their innate selves. The colour captivates them, soothes them and cleanses their auric layers and chakras - healing them from all the unnecessary information that has been clinging to them, dogging their progress from the shear weight of it.

Art can be a catalyst - giving a child a sense of achievement and fulfilment. A means of communicating something going on far deeper within them.

It gives them time to be silent, to go in and remember. It gives them a safe place to relay their truth for confirmatory discussion.

With art I grew to know about the telepathy of twins, how they shared their own dreams, how one student excelled at football because he knew the other players next move......

I learned that they can all feel love and it affects them deeply. That encouragement and patience and the ability to listen were paramount. That confirmations of psychic abilities and the existence of spirit and voices in the head, entities, the realness of extreme sensitive ability, the feeling tone of people and things, hearing threads of conversation hanging in the air, hearing peoples thoughts - I learned and confirmed that this was all real, as they learned and confirmed and taught me.

Art and Mental Health. Part 3.

While having complementary therapy, the lady that I was seeing, asked me -

'Do you mind if I speak to you about something other than the reason that you think you are here?'

It sounded deep, so I said 'Yes.'

She suggested that I enrolled in courses at The College of Psychic Studies and considering that we'd had no personal discussion, I was stunned.

I was given a brochure, enrolled for several courses and began trekking up to London several times a week for two years.

It was there that I learned that I was not nuts. That there were more of us.

So far I'd seen devils, witches, entities, dark masses, part formed beings, angels, regular human spirits, heard voices - within and without and seen a complete transformation of my art.

The beautiful snowy, cottage images had given way to art that gave me information. The silent practice of painting gave rise to art that came with a clear message. A complete knowing what the painting was about.

Meanwhile at The College I learned that energy was flowing into me but not through me. It was getting stuck somehow. There was a battle going on.

It was a battle with my heart. One where I needed to forgive and send love to someone that had repeatedly caused me pain. My heart had closed to protect itself and I had no idea how to operate it. When would I know it was fixed? What should I do to mend it?

I had a lot of fear in my life - what with the entities and ton of stuff that made no sense and yet was real because I had seen it with my own eyes.

It was then that I realised that I had come to the end of my learning at The College for the time being.
I knew I was not special - I was hearing that from a Higher Source. But some would say I was because I had abilities that others did not.
I had begun practise of sending love.
I knew in my soul that we are all innately the same, so if I could experience something then so could others even if they had not yet discovered that they could do.
Maybe I was a forerunner. Not really. I weighed up in my mind all those that had gone before.

Then I heard that I was a Wayshower, so I Googled it.
It was a real thing and there were others - here to show the way, to guide people to shift their consciousness.

The study of consciousness became a massive thing for me for ten years, and all the while I remembered the earlier days at St Pancras.

During this decade I experienced much. I heard light and dark. Good and evil. I had the dark inside me and remember the exact moment when the penny dropped and I could distinguish it as different from myself. A malevolent entity that was contained within my skull with me.

Up until that moment it had seemed that all the information in my brain / mind was of me, but it was now clear that all ravelled up in a tight ball was several sets of information, with only part of it being mine.

It followed three months of cocaine use - that was out of character for me. My system had been pristine and now I had muckied it with a dark substance. I had blown my crown chakra wide open and now anything drawn to the light - as a sharks feeding frenzy - could enter at will. And it did.

I communicated with it and tried to force it to leave but it just remained. Always in the background with negative interjections.

 It was a slow process of recovery that re-reminded me to once more connect with my heart centre. To find my love. Wholeness. Health. Mental clarity. Joy.

I now had an affinity with the patients form years before and wondered what had come first for them. Had an unfoldment in life triggered their voices? Had it been caused by drugs? Where they more sensitive? Had hospital administered drugs compounded the problem?

It was clear that they had an issue with the crown chakra. It was not functioning. It was open, and they are unaware of the need to man their own doorway.

Ironically, the drug use helped me. It expanded my awareness of something that otherwise I would have been oblivious to. It was the missing piece in the puzzle and I was able to finish this painting that had taken seven years to paint as I did not understand it.

Now I know that seven years is a spiritual year. I was meant to experience all that I did as part of a consciousness fact finding mission.

The energy on the planet was relatively dense at the outset of this painting, but as new comers came to earth and more art students came to learn, as well as my own consciousness understanding being brow beaten into submission, I came to know that we are 5th dimensional beings. That we are vessels that can be filled with light or dark, and that ultimately we have a choice.

Art and Mental Health. Part 2.

After I qualified I left nursing. I had loved it, but my first love had always been art. So I pursued that, and in 1996, 8 years after my St Pancras experience, I bought my first home.

It was a run down cottage in Godshill that was over 400 years old. I was involved heavily in the renovation of it and embraced my life as an artist painting Island scenes, flowers and a set of fantasy paintings.

I did not realise at the time that my fantasy art was more real than I gave it credit for. They were colourful images depicting pixies that were in another dimension. It was fun make believe until I realised that my brain was being prised open - letting in the light - until I recalled my early childhood and talking with spirits all around me.

It dawned on me that I was painting a reality that I did not yet understand, but repeated painting would shed light until I started to have a slight grasp of it.

It was wonderful to finally move into my own home and the energy was shaken up considerably with walls being demolished, concrete being poured through windows to replace earth floors. It was like starting from the beginning with a shell.

A mirror of my life?

It was not long before disturbances began and then they came relentlessly - so much so, that I dreaded going to sleep.

I began to feel frayed round the edges with extreme tiredness and for a long while said nothing to anyone. I was quietly going mad.

One time, I was putting on my make-up and my mouth just opened and spoke in a completely different voice, saying -
'This is the voice of your dead grandmother.'
Another time I was emptying the washing machine and a demonic voice began making guttural sounds from inside my head and outside, just to the right. I can't recall the exact words now, but it was threatening in nature.
Spirits had started appearing, and one swam round my body - because I had let it in order to study it. A tremendous force was needed to get it out again.

Why had I let it in?

A complete stranger sat next to me on a train when I was about 18 and told me that I was a seer, and years later I was considering it and felt that in order to see it would be important to be 'open' somehow.

It was 10 am, I had slept badly again, so was still in bed. I thought, okay, I will just 'feel open.'

I got up to wee, promptly forgetting the open command, came back into the bedroom to see a spirit hovering above the ground at the end of my bed. I ran and dived under the covers - not completely accepting the reality of the situation.

There was no time to think. It swooshed through the top of my had, bathing me in coolness. There may have been a momentary feeling where I could have blocked it then, but for some reason I did not. It swam through me, sensing my nature. Checking me out from inside. It was when my eyes felt like they were out on stalks and seeing my body from above that I panicked and forced with all my might to get it out.

I was in shock. A spirit had been inside me. I had been shown that this was possible. I had also been shown that it was possible to hear a voice inside my head that was not me.

There was considerably more to this world than what was being currently spoken about and I was at a loss to know where to begin in order to further understand things.

Art and Mental Health. Part 1.

I first became interested in mental health while training to be a nurse at University College Hospital in London. It was on one of our ward experiences at St Pancras Hospital that my perceptions of

mental health started to shift.

To be fair, I had never really considered mental health at the age of 18 as I hadn't so far met anyone that was mentally ill. This unfolding definitely kickstarted something in me, being a baptism of fire, as a student nurse at what was then known as the worst mental hospital in the country.

To start of I was really confused by it. How the human brain could tie itself in so many knots - looping over and over - with the person so locked inside themselves that they had no ability to feel you. Also having been given a cocktail of drugs or electric shock treatment they had no innate resources. Their mind had been completely disarmed and they were rendered to a stupor that was almost worse than the original problem.

I guess in this state they didn't harm themselves or anyone else, but it was not the answer.

As a student, you are given tasks for the day, and then you sort of float unto your own devices for a period of the day. I always used this time to communicate with people whatever ward I was on - much to the disgust of my seniors who considered it idling around and an improper use of my time.

Communication and love within the world setting - especially in a hospital are fundamental to healing. This is obvious and yet there isn't time for it. I worked like stink, got all my jobs done and made time for unearthing what was actually going on in an individuals sphere.

I agree it is important to make the general population safe as well as see that the individual with the mental disturbance is not able to hurt themselves. So when I chatted with individuals I was trying to puzzle out what would be a better direction to go in other than drugging them up to their eyeballs.

For one, it was as if the drugs made their condition worse. It was apparent that it wasn't being effective in the condition other than to cause it temporarily to go to ground - only to rise up again - if the balance of drugs didn't spank their brain enough.

There were some severely affected people - one had impaled himself on an iron railing and tried to kill his parents. He had an obsession with facial surgery. Another remained in a sleeping bag for weeks because God had told him to do so. Then there was a talkative man that would sandpaper your mind with his endless recanting of two children crossing a road. One in a blue coat and one in a red coat - or was it a green coat and a yellow coat - and they crossed a road from left to right, or was it.....?

To begin with I didn't necessarily find any great purpose in listening to the drivel. You weren't meant to make head nor tail of it, and if you tried, you could wind up mental too.

But I began noticing something else - oh so subtle. It was the energy that was going on within them.
There was an essence or several that was not them and in the eye a flicker of darkness that would leave a mark on my heart - a glancing density - that I would feel fear from.

Feeling slightly winded I would continue being with these people, listening to what they offered when they spoke. It wasn't a talking task, merely a receiving one.

They all spoke of 'voices in their heads' and were deemed mental. Anyone with a voice in their head was mental.

The Power of Art

I believe that art has the power to heal because when we are immersed in it - with all our passion - our hearts open wide and we access our innate creation ability. We access our genius and this gives us tremendous joy and fulfilment. A sense of accomplishment and worth. We are nourished by the energy that we pour out of ourselves as well as the energy that fills us up. It is a win win situation that results in our own healing as well as the healing of others, purely by viewing the art.

I have been lucky because I have had the opportunity to share with many young people the journey of healing through art. Such a simple process of expressing yourself with colour - beyond the mind and form. Formless art. Inspiration. A journey that - without pressure - with complete freedom, allows forms to arrive
on their own. A process that gives the mind a complete rest.

Spontaneous free expression captivates a students imagination effortlessly, with healing being a natural and steady bi-product of the enjoyment.

Here are some stunning creations by one of my students who came to me because she had zero confidence. She is at one of the special schools on the Island, but this was not an issue for her.

Somehow something had triggered a complete inability to communicate without jittering nervously She cowered and kept her eyes down, blocking everyone out because she found interaction too difficult and stressful.

Creativity is an amazing process because the act of it causes us to open up. Conversation starts to flow and so healing is on many levels.

What I realised happens to many people is what I observed in myself. As a young child this happened to me. I was fully aware of the dynamic and studied it.

When we are sensitive we pick up on the thoughts of others and fall into behaving exactly as they perceive us. It is not intentional, enjoyable or desired and is very hard to break free from and snap out of. It becomes an ingrained habit.

It feels like you are somehow hooked into a dynamic that over powers you - that is more powerful, and it took me years of fighting it to realise how to escape. Now I teach others the techniques that I learned.

A sensitive person has their own personality that they are aware of as well as all the other personalities of everyone else that they interact with or that are within their vicinity. They read and process all of this information simultaneously and it can be very draining and exhausting.

No help is sought or believed to be required because it is assumed that we are all the same - swamped with a heavy mat of feeling information that is drowning us with its weight.

Finally there is now more information 'out there' that is showing how All Is Energy, and All can be Felt. All is Tangible. PHEW!

So this mirroring of others that think that we are stupid, weak, feeble, incapable or LESS somehow is something that overrides our natural self because we are swamped by it and have a difficulty in detangling all the incoming feelings to sort out what is our own. And there just ISN'T Time. Life is too hurried and rushed and we receive no help, and we can't work out what is wrong with us.

Art gives us breathing space. Time to be intrinsically ourselves. As sensitive people we can learn to hear and know ourselves louder than all the other surrounding melee.

We do not have to humour others because their
thoughts of us are demeaning - however shouty they are.

With this particular student, regular discussions of energy dynamics were crucial to her healing, as well as conversation and an environment where every drop of energy was positive and encouraging.

Even momentary dips in my energy would bring a question...
'Do you like me?'
 or - 'I'm sorry.' as if she was responsible for my energy as she was being affected by it.

It took me right back to when I was a child. She helped me remember and to heal these
deepest darkest corners of myself and to bring them into the light.

After two years this student is now the chattiest, cheekiest member of the class and radiates joy, compassion and love.

I Am Enough.

Throughout life I've been in constant search of a self that seems ever changing. Searching for everything and yet looking for nothing. Life racing by in the blink of an eye.

I am not the person that I was five years ago, and feel the being that existed in me ten years before, was someone living a parallel life - a person that I could have been if I'd stayed on that path.

It was as a meandering road that we take when lost on our way - to where?

That was my questioning as a child.

'What is the purpose for all this?'
'Why am I here?'
'Where am I going?'

Everything became convoluted, too much, too noisy and I raced about being a people pleaser, never stopping for a minute to consider myself or what Nicola would like.

It was as if I wasn't aware that I was allowed to think of myself - for that would be selfish.

Life had to take me to a place where I was bought to my knees, where I came to realise that we can serve on this planet, but that this is not the same as giving up on ourselves.

We are here as energy contained within flesh and bone, and our vibration is the most important thing that we can take care of, that we are responsible for.

If our emissions are hectic, fragmented, sullied, sad, disjointed, flat, spikey or shardy, then everything around us is jagged because it is being affected by our presence.

When we are smooth and floaty, happy, up beat, gracious, joyful - when we are able to feel and be love - everything about us changes.

When water is pure and surrounded by music, laughter and love, it develops beautiful, delicate snowflake crystal shapes. This shows us just how important our emotion - energy in motion - is.

Firstly it is vital for our health and self healing. Filling ourselves up with love and positive self talk where we can see beauty in ourselves, where we accept ourselves exactly as we are.

Once everything is stripped away, our essence is rainbow coloured light.  To return to this state is all that is required, for being this way it shows others how to be the same.

No words or demonstrations are needed. Just a heart that emits its soul song.

You are enough.

There is no need to seek love or approval from others. All is within ourselves. Happiness is a choice.

I remember when I first began to disengage with society en masse, and to spend more time in nature, amongst trees or listening to waves.

Healing took quite a long time - several years, until I was finally able to feel myself. My rhythm, my peace, my essence.

In the silence I slowly grew to know who I am, where I'm going and why I'm here and although others are involved in my life - and I love it when they are, for I can play with them a while, but they cannot detract from my truest nature -  they can only enrich it.

The soul song journey requires a level of simplicity within ourselves where we can find joy and fulfilment in our lives as they are - not seeking, not wishing.

The joy of a sparkling rain drop, or the magical nature of a snowflake.

Once you can find joy around you, it is possible to build on it, with the positive energy radiating from you, attracting more of the same until suddenly it seems that the whole world is smiling with you.

A Class at the Oracle.

The Oracle Gallery

Introducing Nicola Gibbs (The Oracle Gallery)

Consciousness Shift

For some years now, I have been educating young people about the consciousness shift.

Through art and meditation we can come to a place of high vibration when we are working with passion; In the no mind state / the daydream we access the super conscious mind - the microcosm of universal consciousness.

We are all individual 'cosms.'

The super consciousness contains information that our conscious mind does not know what to do with.
It is rather like the branches of a tree. The deeper we go into our super consciousness the further we can travel in our knowing of the universe and multiverse.

Understanding of our universe and our full place in it, as well our understanding of other universes is an inward journey.

We are a microcosm of the universal macrocosm. All information can be inspired in the no mind state.
Drawn through the artist and onto canvas, knowledge evolves through the painted journey.

We are infinite, and live lifetime after lifetime experiencing relationship after relationship, in order that we come to know ourselves. So that we can return to our innate energy, which is love.
Once we have found our true nature, our consciousness expands, as we now have the ability to see more, feel more, comprehend more. Working with spirit, Ascended Masters and Archangels, becomes a way of life.
Walking between the worlds becomes the norm, and this process leaves an energy signature.

By being a channel for free creative expression, on a regular basis, a student forms an energy pathway that becomes so strong that a person can be here and there simultaneously. ie here and in spirit at the same time.
This process, as it is accompanied with a state of high vibration, brings this link to earth, and anchors it here.
The more people on earth that learn to do this, the higher the planetary energy. The higher the planetary energy, the more people will shift their consciousness.

Before such a high vibration is reached, we must focus on ourselves and begin to practice self love.
Our general demeanour throughout our lives needs to be bought into balance.
One where we are in control of our moods and are in charge of how we choose to feel and to re act.

When we can finally learn to maintain a clear head, without clamouring thoughts, we can truly say that we have lived. In this state a life presents itself that is in the flow of synchronistic unfolding, without strain.

Lessons still show up that need to be learned, but we have the tools and the knowledge that we have help from the other side of the veil, and we know to listen to internal guidance to find solutions to find ease on our path.

Free Expression at The Oracle Gallery

Since I began teaching art, I have taught students from 1 - 86 years old.

Most students seem to prefer working with oil paint as it moves and flows. This is very important when you are painting without an idea. It allows for constant change until the process of creation reveals forms on the canvas.

In my classes there are no rules of how to paint.

The palettes are loaded up with an abundant supply of colourful paint, and creation begins.

I provide cloths for hands as we mainly work with our fingers, and I encourage clean, bright, clarity of colour as this helps clean our chakras within.

There is no subject, there is only colour and the joy of making marks and colours that are your own signature expression.

Everyone has their own unique way of working. Their own unique colour palette that they get through mixing the paints rather like scientists.

All colour carries its own special note / code, and some of the younger students will mix as many as eight colours together.

There is always gentle music playing as well as plenty of conversation and plenty of silence.

I help a student where necessary until the canvas is completely covered with colour.

Next we sit back and observe the canvas and rotate it to see which way 'feels' the right way up.
This doesn't have to be the final way - all is fluid.

Often at this stage forms will be clearly visible within the art - figures or animals. Trees or flowers.

The process of creation becomes more exciting as I help to 'bring out' the elements that have revealed themselves.

Only then will I introduce one rule -
Where it is dark, make it a tone darker.
Where it is light, make it a tone lighter.

As we do this the shapes and forms come to life as they begin to 'pop.'


 

The top image on this page is an original oil on canvas by Dayzii Wright.

Indigo, Crystal and Rainbow Children

Since I began teaching in 2008 it has become apparent that not all children are the same.

In fact there are Indigo, Crystal, Rainbow children and Liquid Crystal children.

For years I have been studying people as they came and went from my shop Christmas Cottage, and this continued as it transitioned into the Oracle Gallery.

For many years I have sat painting while people come in and out of the gallery and because the children were so interested in what I was doing, I started to offer art classes.

But not all children were interested. Many breezed in and out quickly with or without their parents.
The ones that I became particularly interested in were the ones that came in and went
''WOW!"

I was not interested because they tickled my ego, but rather because they could SEE and FEEL.

A huge number came in without parents and then implored them to come in and see, because they were so excited. They then would start begging their parents to let them stay for a class.

There was always something so magical about their energy and their eyes would twinkle knowingly when they spoke to me.




I would do impromptu classes throughout the days and would teach one to one if there were no other children about. The one to one classes were particularly powerful as it was as if spirit had caused it to be set up exactly in this way for this child's learning from me and visa versa.

I found that I didn't have to discuss anything with the children. I just showed them techniques of how to draw and joined in with them on their creations. I took them on an energy journey.

The more children that came, the more an energy was building in the gallery, and so even more came.
Many of them were eleven and made sure they told me early on in conversation. I began understanding this as a gateway age where they were ready to understand more.

The children started to tell me what they could hear and see and know and it became a regular conversation
'What entities can you see?'

We would talk about energy and portals and different dimensions. These children were different.
They had come here to help shift the consciousness of the people, so that the planet can be saved.

They had been programmed to find me on earth by tuning into an energy signature - the energy of spirit, which is what they recognised and felt the moment they entered the gallery.


Artwork by students at the Oracle Gallery - see more on Facebook.