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Celebrating the Life

10/28/2014

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In love

10/27/2014

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“Peace be with you,” it’s a blessing, a blessing of My love. A blessing as an invitation to know and live through My love. Bless yourself with the knowing of My love. Bless others with the sharing of My love. Let this love become you. Become this love. This is My gift to you, the gift of life, everlasting life. Peace be with you My friend, the peace of My everlasting love.

See what is right. See what is good. Talk about it. Celebrate it. It is all so good to do this. Do this in My name, proclaim your good into and unto this world.

Loosen up. Let go of what you know, of what you so tightly cling to, those old ideas of yours. They no longer serve you. You are serving them and to what good? None, for they are not the better which I offer unto you. You can not have it both ways. But oh have you tried, and then of course you cried, cried to Me in agony, not understanding My ways nor My love which has been continually with you and available to you. You went your way and I went My way. My ways are always My ways. My ways do not change. They are constant, as is My love, for My love is My way, My way for you to feel wholly holy. But this you see naught and continue on with what you know, with what you have decided. You have decided life is hard and life hurts. You find not the peace your heart desires. Why? Because you are living through your head. But I ask you to live through your heart instead.

Loosen up the hold you have on those old ideas of yours. Those ones so tightly grip onto and take My hand which is stretched unto yours. This is the hand of love, the love of God offered to you and to all, to take you from, deliver you from yourself and the agony you impose on yourself as you live from your mind. You have a dirty mind, a dusty earthly vision you hold of life. You see not far ahead. You see not beyond. You only see what is before you and you have declared it hard and hateful and so it is. It is always as you say My dears. But you can see a new way, a joyful, light filled way, My way. My way is wonderful, wonder filled. You will be amazed and stand in awe when you know Me and the truth of My love.

Take My hand. Let Me pull you from the quicksand and unto the heavens today. Yes, today! You need not wait for your last breath to see My face to know and live through My love. But you can not take My hand and as well continue to grip the earth. You can not surrender unto me and hold on to what you have known. You are afraid for even though what you know is not what you like it is what you know and what I offer you in the unseen is not known to you and so you fear stepping forward.


But don’t you see My child that these arms are the arm of love and as you surrender you all unto me I give you My all so you can not fall? This is the truth, this the beauty of which mere man does not know. This is obvious for he does not show. He speaks of fear and talks as if I am not near. “Oh. maybe someday.” he says. “I might live that way.” But he has not heard the truth of My word. My word is My love for you, for each of you. This love makes all your most wonderful dreams come true. Come to Me My people. Take My hand. Loosen your grip on what you know and allow Me to show you the wonders of My love.


I have to steal away each day to go alone into the silence and pray. I ask God to pray tell me the way to be, to live through Thee. “In love.” He replies. “My love never deny to yourself or another. Each man is your brother. The Earth is your Mother. But I am your Father who is all love, all for you. There is nothing for you to do. But be in My love.”

From the second and yet to be published book in my Divine Love Story series. ~ Debra Clemente
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Joan's Garden, oil painting by Debra Clemente
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I just opened the door. A dream.

10/26/2014

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From the pages of my journal, a dream I dreamed January 15, 2012.
I had a new job working for a large company. I was excited about my work and did something in the creative department. A guy named Ted was the head of it. No one ever saw him but many people kept very busy doing his work. The offices were large and open, faced with tall walls of glass with views to the outdoors. One day I was in the office, apparently alone as I saw no one else around, and some man appeared banging on the a glass door near my desk. He may have knocked at first but when he came to my attention it was as if he was desperate for someone to pay attention to him and he was shaking the door trying to get in.

I went to the door and looked out to him asking what it was he wanted. He told me that I needed to let him in that this was his place. Despite the fact that I didn’t recognize him, I opened the door for him and let him in. He immediately stepped in and stood tall like he owned the place and was in charge and in fact he did. I knew instantly that his was the Ted everyone has talked so about. So I knew it was okay I had let him in and did not fear him. No one had ever told me that he was coming to our office. He was not expected. No one had ever described to me his physical form nor the sound of his voice but I knew instantly that this handsome man with a commanding presence was the man in charge. The head honcho, Ted himself.

I walked somewhere on the company property with him and we admired some grand moving installation that he had engineered. It reminded me of Disney World and the fantastic work of the Imagineers. Ted reminded me of a cross between Walt Disney and Steve Jobs of Apple. I asked him how it worked and laughed and said “tape and string.” I was awed and realized then that I was lucky to have this great man alone to myself for a few minutes before the others arrived. I wanted to talk with him, get to know him and have him remember me. I was so happy to know that this was who I worked for and became all the more excited about being a part of the grand things he imagined and thus created. I introduced myself to him telling him my name and that I was a rather new hiree and very excited to be part of his team.

He asked me to tell him something nice about family, myself, and my husband. I proudly told him that my husband and I had been married thirty years and had two children now 24 and 22. I told him that my husband and I worked together as a creative team, we were home builders and had owned a restaurant. I also told him that I was an artist, a very good painter collected by many. I told him I was a colorist. He seemed impressed and interested in seeing some of artwork. He wished to have some images of water for the offices.

They next thing I remember is that I was helping him carry something large that would help his car run better. I remember walking so very close to him and that it was actually very intimate and thought that I was perhaps too close but then I realized that if I was to help him as he wished I had to walk that close to him. The next memory I have is again walking with him inside the company headquarters and going past some project I had worked on and pointing it out to him. He remarked that it was nice and had value.

We were going to go to higher level of the building together to talk to others and the only way I knew to go was up some narrow rickety ladder. I was talking to him all the while but soon realized that he was depending on me to carry him and I was but he was not heavy. It was like he was a baby and I held him close in my arms. He was depending on me to take him to the others. When I realized how silly it was that I was using this flimsy ladder to ascend, I stopped where I was to call someone and ask where the grand staircase  was as I had Ted with me and was talking with him.

Whoever I was talking to about Ted was more than surprised at what I said. Their voice sounded incredulous, as if they didn’t believe what I said was possible or true. You see, even though there were a great number of people working in this grand building for this man they reverently called Ted, none had actually ever seen him nor heard his voice. They were all just doing work per some very old orders left behind so very long ago.

I believe this Ted had been standing just outside those glass doors the whole time knocking and calling out hoping to catch the attention of all those busy doing whatever it was they did. They weren’t expecting him to come check in on them as they believed he was far away and way too busy to speak personally with them and help them direct their affairs. But not I, I heard the knock within the silence and opened the door and welcomed him in. I told him I was excited to meet him face to face and hear what he had to say and learn from him.

He showed me that I had to follow him and walk so very close that I walked intimately with him in the world to be his vehicle and that my very hands and feet and voice is what he needed to let all his people know he was so very near, so near that he is here. Do you hear me? This is the message of today.

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