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Self-portrait and headpiece by Daniel Vi Le
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I’m taking sculpture class for my Spring Semester.
It’s my first time ever sculpting and I have to say… I am madly in love with it - madly!
I come in an hour early, and leave as one of the last students - always wishing the class would be hours longer.
Our first huge project, which we’re still working on right now, is to make a “totem pole”.
Everyone in class has the opportunity to make basically anything, it has to have a face though, and at least 3 symbolic objects incorporated into the piece.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do - I wanted to make my Knight of Stars turn into a sculpture format. But unlike the drawing being a bit realistic, I wanted to take it and warp it into an icon that turned into a sculpture.
I prayed like lunatic when sculpting it.
I prayed and prayed, asking all the angels and saints to please pray with me, and that God funnels through me, through my hands…
While working, I would listen to my friend, Amelia, sing “True Love” repetitively on my iPod and prayed even through that (it’s a song about God’s love); it brings me so much peace!
It’s been one month now, sculpting this…
and, I don’t know how else to explain it, but as time went on, the sculpture seem to want to be something else… When I took notice of this, I thought, maybe he wants to be that angel that I saw… or maybe he’s St. Michael the Archangel, and he wants to be seen more realistic than “iconography taking 3D format”.
Only time will tell.
But either way, I’m still doing an “iconographic sculpture” of my Knight of Stars (but rather than doing it at school, I’m doing it on the other side of the clock - for that one, I’m sculpting on my own time at home).
God is just blessing like there’s no tomorrow this Easter - damn.
And it’s not at all finished!
I just wanted to show you how it looks so far, also journal it down for my own sake.
Anyways, the 1st pic is how the sculpture looks like NOW. The 2nd pic is just me sketching over it, to show you how it should probably look soon after.
(click the pictures for a better view!)
And here, a JOURNAL ENTRY from tonight that needs to be added:
April 6, 2012
12:01 am
A few minutes ago was Holy Thursday. I didn’t make it to mass tonight because I had class.
After class I got dinner with my friends Camille and Jonny.
As soon as all that finished, I came home and relaxed for a bit…
but I felt extremely antsy.
I was yearning to go to pray upon the monstrance, upon the Eucharist, upon Jesus.
So I asked my mom if I could go. She complained to me that it was late and was scared for my safety, but it was so weird, I was begging for her to let me go, so strange! Aaannnd she eventually gave in, haha.
So off I went…
Since it was Holy Thursday at St. Dorothy’s, it’s like a ritual that he was placed in the Parish Hall til 12.
I came in and prayed mostly for my family and friends. I then counted the people in the room… There were exactly 9 people in there… After this, I soon found myself drawing another angel drawing (which I can’t wait to show you all. Hint: It’s me and St. Michael again). And literally, LITERALLY, right before it struck 12, at 11:57… 3 people came in… making it exactly 12 people at exactly 12 o’ clock.
And if you look at the number 12 through biblical reference, 12 comes from the 12 apostles, among many other things!
Me having fun on my iPad’s Draw Something app, haha (and yes, I prayed lol)
Remember the angel I saw?
Well this is how it looks like so far!
We say its about 10% finished.
It’s kinda barnacles, the story of it - it all just keeps adding!…
On March 12, 2012, at 6:40 I showed my friend Josh, the angel picture that I’ve done. I asked him to please pray for me as I work on it (and please, YOU too pray as I make such artworks). He then texts me back saying “Praying right now”.
Soon after that, I heard my angel say to me that he wanted to wear a red sash. I don’t know why he wanted red, nor did I even want it on him, but I listened and did it.
I told my friend (the one who let me borrow her book, Miracles Do Happen) about it, and she said that the red sash stands for Christ’s Precious Blood.
On March 24th, at around 11:20 am, I excitedly told my dad about all of this as we headed to see a priest for an interview I was having. He then tells me that, arrrooouund Easter time, the deacon and the priest would wear red.
This past Sunday, April 1st, the deacon and priest wore red!
May 25th is one of the most important days for me.
It’s one of my dear good friend’s birthday.
Though he may have passed away, he still quite often visits his loved ones.
I would always dedicate the day for him by gathering a few close friends to celebrate, buying him balloons and releasing them with kisses, going on a hike, and finishing the day off with buying the “Hummingbird” from Robeks. All of these represent him to a certain extent.
I don’t know why, but sometimes, he would give back to me on HIS day. It just shows how much of a great friend he is and was. He has so much love and inspires me greatly.
I know the Heavens are working with me…
I’ve been praying my ass off for some getaway. And last night, I was given the chance to leave for a weekend getaway to Napa Valley.
It’s a retreat; and if you were me, you would know that those connect strongly with me, him, and God.
I am beyond stoked!
I will be going “alone” on the special day of May 25th,
and will STILL be celebrating.
Prayer is the way to God. Only with God can a person truly love another person, for God is love. Without God we only love ourselves. When we only love ourselves, we take what we think we want, and we do what we think we want to do, and pretty soon the whole world is running around stepping on each other. No one is happy. No one has enough.
Journal Entry:
March 21, 2012
10:14pm
I’ve asked a few people of whom I know to help me with my spiritual growth.
I want as much help as I can get.
One of them of whom I met with just now.
She asked me what sparked me to decide on such a path… So I told her my story of Mary’s dream visit.
As I was telling her, the look in her eyes and her reaction, it was as if she knew exactly what I saw, as if she had seen everything herself before.
She told me some really cool stuff and her personal experiences with God and the Heavenly.
And gave me a few assignments:
- Journal more, in particularly my conversations with the Heavenly (especially in the chapel).
- Every morning, say good morning to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, then say a prayer for the day
- Read Miracles Do Happen by Briege McKenna, O.S.C. with Henry Libersat
It was quite gnarly, because as she was talking about the book she let me borrowed, I all of a sudden smelt a beautiful scent of sandalwood.
Then I remembered in the past she told me an experience she had with smelling sandalwood and how it was God. The memory was very vague… and so I asked. She confirmed that she had such experience and said she knows it’s the scent of Jesus - for one time as she was taking the cloth away from the monstrance, she noticed that it all of a sudden began to be drenched with the beautiful scent of sandalwood. Usually it would always smell dirty filled with dust. When she noticed this she phoned her family and her friends. She took the cloth into her car, then took another wiff - the scent was gone.
After she confirmed and told this to me, I then tell her what had happened:
as she was talking about the book she was letting me borrow, I whiffed a beautiful scent of sandalwood and it left as fast and randomly as it came.
She was so excited. And gave me another task:
- Go to mass and receive the Eucharists at least twice a week.
She then arranged a time when we meet again to catch up on everything and to see how everything is going along.
She also suggest me to go to Holy Thursday mass, and said that what she notices for a while now, is that during every Holy Thursday, when the Monstrance/Eucharist/Jesus is in the Parish Hall, there would always be exactly 12 people in the room, as the clock hits 12. Crazy!
Journal Entries:
I went to the chapel for one hour last Monday (March 12, 2012), from 8pm-9pm.
I remember praying to God to please help me become a better person, to help me on the road towards perfection or at least near to it.
I prayed telling Him how my love is clouded now… asking Him to help me love more, to love everyone, including my enemies, just like I did at one time in my life.
I asked Jesus, Mary and all the angels and saints to please pray with me.
At one point it came to me…
“Why not ask God’s angels to teach me through my “dreams”? I mean, the “dreams” I’ve had in the past, helped changed my life for the better, so why not ask for a real spiritual teaching through it?”
So I asked.
March 13th 2012, 9:00 am
There’s this one lady of whom I know who goes to the same parish as me.
I use to respect her, until I found out she judged and talked shit about me (TOWARDS A FRIEND OF MINE, I must add) during a tough period I was enduring.
Since then, I’ve found it absolutely hard to forgive her.
My grudge was so strong, inevitably strong, (WOAH writing this part, I turned on Air1 radio’s station, and immediately the song “Letting Go” by Stephanie Smith came on)… anyways, it was so strong that whenever her name would spring up, I would vomit hateful words about her.
So strong, that I even prayed to God saying that if she dies, that I want her to visit me to beg for my forgiveness for hurting me like that.
Now that I look at it, I don’t really know why I’ve held a bitterness to such a degree.
But then in that dream, the one I just woke up from… I was able to forgive her with absolute ease.
It was strange… because I’ve held this grudge for about 1 1/2 years.
But in that dream, I saw the goodness within her, and that made me push aside everything else.
I was able to forgive her. It was absolutely strange and unexplainable…
And even when I woke up, it was as if I dusted myself off from the bad-blood grudge… It was that easy…
March 14th 2012, 10:30 am
I woke up from two dreams.. This is what happened:
On a gigantic rock, sat a lady with blonde hair. I was below her listening to her intently on the deep green grass. Surrounding us was immense gushing water.
The thing that stuck with me and is embedded into my brain was her saying,
“You believe the world is against you, but in actuality it is really your ego talking.”
One millisecond later, right after she said that quote, I woke up.
I laid in bed, and reflected on that teaching…
I thought to myself… “I never thought of it that way… That’s actually really true… Who do I think I am to think that the world is against me?”
I continued to lay in bed and reflect… Eventually I fell back to sleep.
As soon as I went back to sleep I had another dream…
In this dream I knew I was being tested… it was crazy.
I was tested on my love for my enemies.
And I was aware that I could think for myself.
In this 2nd dream I was surrounded by bullies.
One of them chucked a bottle of water down and spat it right at my face…
It made me really sad. I felt hated for no absolute reason. Yet I knew it was not my fault, nor does that person know what they were doing.
Though I was incredibly hurt by such hateful behavior, and on the brink of tears, I found myself HAVING to repeat the affirmation “I love them. I love them. I love them.”
As soon as I finished the affirmation, I woke up.
And on that note, people have asked me if I just “over-think” and then these dreams happen - No. I don’t.
I pray for these dreams, and I leave it up to the Heavens on how they want to answer my prayers.
I have categories for my dreams also:
- “A normal dream” - A dream which is created from over-thinking. These type of dreams basically mean nothing.
- “A semi vivid dream” - I am aware of my surroundings and I can think for myself.
- “A vivid dream” - I am STRONGLY aware of both my thinking and my surroundings. I can STRONGLY use all of my senses (stronger than being awake). My heart becomes my 6th sense. In these dreams, EVERYTHING is much more vivid and livelier than being awake. And the memory of it all is EMBARKED into my head.
- *** All of these categories have an in-between between them too, it’s just all so broad to explain them all, haha.
And with full knowledge I know which dream belongs to which category.
All the dreams from these journal entries taught and reminded me something:
- We all have good within us. We were created through good and through Love.
- We should view pass each others negativity, and view each other as a child of God.
- Forgive even if it it hurts, then let it go, for that person doesn’t know any better. Breathe and live on.
- In this world, its not always about me. There is only “I” in prIde, and sIn… and ironically the word “I” is in the middle of such words. I need to let go of my ego and to hold onto love more. To push my ego aside, while pushing love to it’s real potential.
It’s quite funny…
The dreams from March 14th, 2012? Not only was I tested in my dreams, but I was also tested on such subjects in my waking… Particularly this weekend.
I believed people were against me, and I barked at them for it. I took their actions, their words, and even their unkept promises as an excuse that they were all against me, when in actuality they weren’t…
I noticed after these 2 dreams, I didn’t have another dream of teaching.
Maybe that’s because I failed them in my wakening.
I need to work on this more.
I just apologized today… Hopefully I passed with at least a C.