"Together, you and I, we have been working with a purpose in your heart. And it is wild and beautiful and perfectly in process. To you it seems like a mess, but to me, I see a perfect pattern emerging and growing alive – a living fractal."
(Paul Young The Shack P.138)
Meditate on this a moment...
He was innocent. He had everything to live for. He did no harm to anyone. He didn't kill another. He put his trust in those who would betray him. Eventually he was led to the slaughter. All so that we could feed off him and have life!
He lived for our benefit!
Here is a selection from one of the first fractal artists I ever came to admire (but by no means the only one over the years since). He uses my favourite program, Ultra Fractal. Such beautiful works, clever choice of colours and amazing formations!
no longer seems to produce these beautiful works here at dA and I'd love to know where he has gone!
|Over the years I have had quite a few very precious gifts given to me by special friends. In the past, I always kept a special place in my journals for these to be on display, but more recently I decided it better to keep them all in a special folder!|
Eggnog, Mistletoe, Turkey and snow''Oh, Christmas isn't just a day, it's a frame of mind and that's what's been changing. That's why I'm glad I'm here, maybe I can do something about it." — Kris Kringle (Edmund Gwenn)Eggnog, Mistletoe, Turkey and snow by LordLJCornellPhotos
It's funny but nothing says Christmas like an old black and white movie or one of the classics like Holiday Inn or White Christmas. My favourite Christmas story, whether as a book or as a film is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I have always been captivated by this tale. The transformation of Scrooge is a lesson that has meaning today and always. A mean and miserly man obsessed with money and gain is changed into a man of generous spirit and heart by being shown the error of his ways.
Recently I have been able to enjoy journals from friends of mine regarding their own experiences of Christmas over the years. We all seem to have the same opinion on one aspect of Christmas. It was better years ago when we had less. Now it could also because we were kids then ( I'm sure that has something t
Please don't give me any llama badges, I'm really not interested in them, and as for cake badges, well no, I'm trying to lose weight thank you, and those ones are rather tasteless in any case!
Also, NO TAGGING please!
I am an avid cat lover - oh yeahhh!!
Molly and Murry Rule!
Anna Kirsten are my two middle names, which I chose a long time ago to use as a nom de plume under which any writings or artwork done by me would go.
I spend quite a fair bit of my time here on dA, and enjoy promoting other people's art whenever I can. My two main areas of interest in art are Fractal Art and photography, including a keen interest in macro/close-up photography.
Unfortunately years of chronic illness reduced my ability to carry out anything much in the way of physical activity, and so I turned back to art several years ago, this time on the computer as it's clean and doesn't clutter the place up!
My speciality, developed over several years, is that of creating Fractal Fantasy Scenes in Ultra Fractal. These are intricate and challenging to do, and keep me focussed whilst at the same time enabling me to express something of the spiritual side of myself.
I am a Bible believing Christian, but I have to admit to having a more open mind than many of my brethren on certain issues. For instance, I believe God is bigger than even our enlightened understanding, and that whilst choices have to be made where we are presented with them, if that opportunity has not been there for some, or people have not met the "right Jesus" in life, yet their heart is sincere and true, then they are not necessarily going to be condemned to an eternity of punishment. This would seem to drastically contradict the loving nature of God, who sent His Son to die on the Cross in order to save the whole world - not just some of it! (1 John 2:2 and other Scriptures bear this out.) Talk to me if you would like to know more about my Faith. I'm friendly, I don't believe in pushing my beliefs onto other people who aren't interested, but I am always happy to have amiable discussions with people.
If you're interested, you can see some of my testimonies on this page. Just scroll on down.
I also have a Blog HERE which focuses on the more Spiritual side of my life and who I am.
I thoroughly enjoy macro and close up photography of nature, flowers, bugs, droplets after the rain, and also butterflies in the summer. I have also enjoyed shooting scenery, but my efforts are very limited by terrible lack of energy and I cannot walk far at all, so I cannot access the best points from which to take good shots.
For those interested, the photography equipment I have in use is as follows:
* Sony Alpha A550 camera + Sony Alpha 18-250mm lens and Tamron f2 60mm macro lens + Sigma 105mm macro lens.
* Canon Powershot G11 + Raynox DCR 250mm macro conversion lens + several other closeup lenses for closeup and macro work.
My other passion is music. I play keyboards and flute and often play in a worship group. Back in and around 2000 I produced 5 CD's of instrumental music for meditation, composed and played by me and recorded in a studio my husband built for me in our home. Some of the tracks are available to listen to HERE
My gallery and all the images contained therein are Copyright © AnnaKirsten. All rights reserved. None of the materials contained in my deviantART gallery may be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted, borrowed, duplicated, printed, downloaded, or uploaded in any way without my express written permission. This includes downloading for desktop wallpaper.
My images do not belong to the public domain.
Current Age: Old enough to realise I don't know everything,
Current Residence: Dorset, UK.,
Print preference: Any size.,
Favourite genre of music: Classical, ambient, ethereal, meditative & worship music,
Favourite style of art: Atmospheric and mystical, but not dark; Fractals.,
Operating System:Windows 8.1 awaiting 10,
Personal Quote: This too shall pass!
For personal reasons (albeit I'm not a JW) I have always struggled with the whole Christmas thing, and the older I've got, the less well I've felt, the more difficult it has become. There were often very unhappy memories attached to this time of year, yet there were also some very sweet memories, but in all, the various emotions stirred up within me have served to make me want to simply ignore Christmas altogether. The sad memories will never die, and I cannot ever again bring back the good ones, or replace them.
Added to this, it isn't something I even believe in celebrating! To me it has little relevance as a Christian, as I don't worship a baby and I get totally fed up with all the hyped up expectations surrounding this event, which are very far removed from anything of the original scenario (a particularly terrifying time for the original characters involved). It isn't even on the correct date! It's associated mainly with making as much money from those who will spend equally as much money in a space of time spanning from September (or even earlier) right through 'till the Boxing Day Sales start. Tinsel, Christmas lights, Christmas trees, and canned carols all accompany this activity in a sickening way, and that familiar pressure begins to establish itself deep down, no matter how much we try to ignore it.
I'm not a kill-joy though! Children in particular really love this time of year - but they are told the lie from the outset that Father Christmas will visit! When the truth finally hits home, not only are we disappointed, but also disillusioned by the brutality that we cannot believe everything we are told by adults. A whole lot of the "magic of Christmas" bolted out the door the day I understood, I can tell you! No Father Christmas, No flying rain deer, and even worse, No faeries!!!
This year the struggle to come to terms with the inevitable was as strong as ever. Then one night during the week preceding Christmas I had a dream that put a whole different slant on it all - at least for me personally.
I was in a large store with lots of other people milling around; it was a bit dark as no lights were on and no trees were lit up; people were moaning about the economy and talking about going bankrupt; people were miserable all around me, and I couldn't find anything I wanted to buy either.
Suddenly a voice broke forth in song. The tune was very familiar to me and I knew it to be a well known hymn, but was unable to discern the words. I looked up, to see a coloured man behind one of the counters singing soulfully with the most beautiful voice I think I'd ever heard. Everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing and tears started to brim out of people's eyes.
As the song came to a close I felt a strong urge to go over and to thank the young man for what he had just done. When I got close to him, I saw that he was disabled and sitting in an electric wheelchair. I was totally surprised at what I saw, but all the more blessed to think that he of all people had such a heart full of thanksgiving that he just wanted to fill the room with his song.
I sang the tune to my husband after I woke up and he recognised some words that went with it, so I Googled them and there it was! The whole song with the lyrics and the truth of what really mattered hit home in an instant!
The song was "There is a Redeemer" written and composed by Keith Green.
Here is a link to Keith singing it before he was killed in a plane crash in 1982: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQSuTP…
And here is a link to Keith Green's life story: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXOhSS…
For me the message is this: That little baby born over 2000 years ago in treacherous conditions with a reigning king who sought to kill him and who's mother had been accused of adultery, and who's earthly guardian father had to grapple hard to accept a baby that was not his own, that baby became my Redeemer when He reached only the age of 33!
I hope this message will mean something to some of you too, if you read this...
It was pitch dark and I was lying comfortably in my bed. It had been a hard day, working with mentally handicapped children and young adults, who's behaviour sometimes caused me a lot of anxiety.
Suddenly the atmosphere became overwhelmingly bright and I saw Jesus, not only standing there in front of me, but also behind me – all around me at the same time! I couldn’t see his facial features because of the brightness, but I felt as though I’d been transported right from my bed into His Presence.
In the few moments I was with Him, I was acutely aware of His love and acceptance of me despite my prevailing weaknesses. No words were spoken, but knowledge was imparted to me that I will never forget. I suddenly understood without any doubt whatsoever that so long as I stayed close in my walk with Him, there would be nothing to fear because He is all powerful, all-loving, and in control (despite how it may seem at the time). His power is in fact outstanding in its totality – something that's terribly difficult for us to grasp!
These are things I came to know through that Vision...
* This did not mean I would never experience pain, hardship, hurt from others, physical sickness and anything else that comes my way as a mere mortal, but it did mean that ultimately, I need not fear these things in a morbid way, because there is another side to all this that we cannot fully comprehend in our mortal state.
* The Scriptural Truth in 1 John 4:18, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” suddenly became very clear to me – the first part of it had often been quoted ad-hock to me by well-meaning Christians, yet had meant little… until now.
* As a naturally fearful person, it was quite a shocking revelation that in fact, my fear existed because I had always been judged guilty by people such as my father, before I could ever even begin to prove my innocence. I was therefore always expecting unpleasant consequences for anything I did, whether good or bad in my own understanding!
* God does not see us in that light. He does not in fact even see our sinfulness, because Jesus Christ paid the price of sin (the wages of sin being death) on our behalf, and in the process his Blood, taking the place of every sacrificial lamb before Him – the Perfect Blood – was sprinkled over all our records of wrong-doings, blotting them out completely! (Did you know that the blood passed on to the child is determined by that of the child’s father? How amazing then to realise, that this means that Jesus’ own Blood was that of His Heavenly Father – it wasn’t even human blood!)
* Not only did I know beyond a doubt of God’s magnificent power and love, but I also felt total security within them, because in the light of eternity, the difficulties and pain we suffer during this life are but a tiny speck in the overall picture, and are “as nothing” when this life is over. I just knew in that short space of time, that I need never fear anything God might ask me to do, no matter how difficult or painful it might be at the time.
* I also became aware that this perfect love was not just for me, but for all humankind. However, whilst those who are incapable of decision-making are undoubtedly covered as a child would be, it's only those who make the move to accept it for themselves who will ultimately reap the benefits of it.
It was one of those mysterious mornings.
I awoke very early before the sun had risen, and was drawn to look out of my bedroom window, where I beheld a scene quite unexpected!
I gazed at the tops and the bottoms of trees, but there was such a strong mist right across the middle of them that I couldn’t even discern that the trees were in tact, although logic told me they had to be!
Before I knew it, I was hastily getting dressed in warm clothes, and having sneaked out of a side entrance of our house I crept across the gravelled driveway to the outhouses where I’d find my bicycle.
Next thing, I was cycling away from home, leaving behind the comfort and warmth of my bed for an adventure that would change my life.
There was a long descent from our house as I cycled freely downward into the increasingly cold and dank greyness of the thickened mist. Then as I pushed hard on the pedals for the first ascent, I came up into pinkness and the mist thinned out as I approached the summit of the hill.
I knew I needed to go a lot further on than this, and so the process was repeated several more times until I was nearly two miles away from home. Here, in what I knew to be an open clearing with no obstacles in the way, I got off my bike, leant it up against the hedge, and set myself to watch the sun rising above the blanket of mist – the pinkness of it still enveloping me.
The sun had just begun to show its glory when suddenly, I saw Him! I knew Who it was straight away – not that I had received any teaching or instruction, but simply that I had a knowledge of this Mighty Being.
He was up there, just to the left of the sun (or from the sun’s point of view, to its right). As I gazed, I felt a surge of excitement and an inner witness that this was a supernatural experience I was having.
Who was I, a mere 11 year old child, oh so naughty and rebellious, to see Him?
I looked away, partly in shame, but partly so that if He were still there when I looked back again, I’d know I wasn’t just seeing things. He was still there, holding His right hand up, beckoning to me. I knew He was saying He had His hand on my life, and that He was beckoning me to follow His call.
I kept looking away – praying, praising, crying, singing, all at the same time as each time I looked back up, He was still there.
Then He began to merge with the sun. One minute, gloriously part of the sun, the next, separate again, then back and forth until my eyes began to hurt because of the increasing intensity of the light.
It was years later that I realised the significance of this; Jesus said “I and the Father are One. He is in me, and I am in Him.” What this experience had revealed to me symbolically was that the sun represented God the Father, and Jesus, the Son, was part of Him – they were one and the same. I also learned years later that the excitement, the knowing in my heart that this was God revealing Himself to me in a special way, was the work of the Holy Spirit.