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With Drawn Eyes

With Drawn Eyes

Two Bahamian islands in the northern Exumas seemed like the perfect place for Mystique, my 40’ catamaran, my first mate Lainie and me to anchor.  Little did we suspect in early February 2018 during ten glorious days a short distance near Spirit Cay and Long Cay, we would have found front row seats to watch some magical sky lights. 

 Between the arched cut at the bottom of the ariel image above and the diagonal channel just north of it, we watched In wonderment daily eastern and western twilight shows.

Between the arched cut at the bottom of the ariel image above and the diagonal channel just north of it, we watched In wonderment daily eastern and western twilight shows.

 What lens do we peer through to see objects? Who might be looking at whom? Could it be our eyes betray us?

What lens do we peer through to see objects? Who might be looking at whom? Could it be our eyes betray us?

As our first morning unfolded, we noticed her looking at us.  At our second showing later that day, another face appeared.  At first, both seemed mildly ”interesting yet only coincidental”.  Then each successive morning and evening became more thematic - a repetitions of more “awesome” and “intriguing“ moments. 

By our fourth day, the sky had outdone itself and us in turn. By this time we were not ready to turn around and head towards Nassau as we both believed my Exuma Park promise was still within reach - a mere 5-6 miles southward. 

“Are you kidding?” moments followed our "wow", “unbelievable” and “incredible” remarks. The calm of our dawns began to “blow us away”. More than than colored skies, daily facials appeared. Each different yet similar; the sky's eyes treated us; each eyed us ours as we eyed hesr. Each sky treat was eye-candy. It was as if each entreated us to “look at me in all my glory”.

After a week’s worth of  “unreal” sightings becoming “surreal”.  The “magical” morphing into “mystical’. The “spectacular" moving into the "spiritual.”  Reading a week's worth of sky was nothing less than “exhilarating". . After a few days, I recall asking Lainie, "You ready to watch eyes appear again?" And low and behold, almost on cue, eyes showed up.  And then as we stared at each other, they slowly changed their expressions. We may have been anchored in the same spot all week, but these “high" moments moved us.

 South of Spirit Cay people appeared to walk on water - optical illusion? mirage? miracle? How about a low tide on a sandbar?

South of Spirit Cay people appeared to walk on water - optical illusion? mirage? miracle? How about a low tide on a sandbar?

Why do we humans rely our eyes so much? Most of us are, after all, born with other senses.  Yet common sense often betrays what we see. We see a sky but fail to see its vastness. We may see a rainbow and imagine good fortune. We might even see a dark foreboding cloud and run for cover.  Then some of us don’t even see what is right in front of us. Some of us know better not to believe our eyes, even though we still do. 

While anchored near Spirit, we watched some dazzling daily sunrises and sunsets. Yet what we witnessed went way beyond the beautiful.  We saw not only saw spectacular skies that created unmistakeable messages for us. And we, in turn, drew conclusions about what each sky told us. 

After a few days, I recall asking Lainie, "You ready to watch eyes appear again?" And low and behold, almost on cue, eyes showed up.  And then as they stated at us, they changed as clouds and skies always do. 

After a week’s worth of  “unreal” sightings becoming “surreal”.  The “magical” had morphed into “mystical’. The “spectacular" had moved into the "spiritual.”  Reading a week's worth of sky was nothing less than “exhilarating".

 The faces we saw were sky art. Though how can anyone fairly compare, Picasso's facial brilliance seemed oddly similar to Nature's faces near Spirit Cay.

The faces we saw were sky art. Though how can anyone fairly compare, Picasso's facial brilliance seemed oddly similar to Nature's faces near Spirit Cay.

 Our first sunset face looking out across Goulding Cay while  Mystique  was anchored in the West End, New Providence cove.

Our first sunset face looking out across Goulding Cay while Mystique was anchored in the West End, New Providence cove.

We may have been anchored in the same spot all week, but these highlights moved us. After a few days, I recall asking Lainie, "You ready to watch eyes appear again?" And low and behold, almost on cue, her eyes opened up.  And then as we all stared at each other, we all slowly changed our expressions. 

 Our first sunrise face near Spirit  Cay

Our first sunrise face near Spirit  Cay

Not expecting anything more than beauty, we saw much more than that.  It should be noted neither of us possesses superhuman or prophetic powers.  We're just normal humans observing the sun, sea and sky. Neither of us seem prone to hyperbole or distortion. Since we practice truth-telling all the time, what happened awed our days.

We agreed on what we saw as extraordinary. However, we both know if truth is only what one sees, then the "whole truth" is often misses the mark because other sensations are often discounted.  If we humans believe only our eyes, then we undoubtedly miss greater messages. When observed suns stare at us as we stare at them, we at first both questioned our vision.  But when both of us used our cameras to document what was before our eyes, we still found the images so awesome it was challenging to comprehend. They were too obvious not to notice. Too plentiful to simply ignore. Too clear not to understand. Too beautiful and frequent not to interpret.

 A sunset from the week we were watched over..

A sunset from the week we were watched over..

Through a sun's daily ascent and descent, one might observe minor miracles. But mostly only the horizons draw out the colors and contours.. 

For much of my last four decades, I have gained insights into sight. However during my recent sailing voyage, over a 10-day span I saw some things that feel almost supernatural. Especially when we realized no one else would believe us even though our camera's might record our sightings. 

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Initially thinking I was without sight when I lost vision in one eye in 1974, I eventually discovered that which appears out of sight becomes a way of seeing.  At first I could not see it coming.  In my early thirties I began to realize my disability was actually not one at all.  In many ways my loss of sight became an advantage.  I had lost some depth and peripheral vision, but somehow gained deeper insights I never knew I had.  So my eye injury actually enabled me to see and understand more clearly than ever before.  

My awareness had increased ironically after I somehow believed darkness had draped my world's perspective.  However, it was then that light began to brighten within me.  My wound slowly began to heal the way I had viewed the world.  I went from seeing unfairness to seeing acceptance and determination. My personal and physical limitations gradually became strengths. My loss helped me to see better.  The sense I lost (which so many of us rely on) helped me gain the perspective and the understanding I needed. Yes, I can hear doubters, because they only have two non-xray eyes. I can see insights most can't. When a loss becomes a gain, life begins to dawn differently.  So, in many ways light entered my being and becoming. 

"We are here watching you."; "Keep a watch.", "Be on the lookout!" and "Look out below." were simple reminders I kept coming away with.  But when future events unfolded,  it wasn't until afterwards I realized how prophetic my thoughts had been. Then the idea that the Universe was somehow warning us about upcoming challenges. The beauty and blessings of beautiful twilights.

 The sky apperas to wink at us.

The sky apperas to wink at us.

If I simply wrote we had seen a few dazzling sunrises and sunsets, it would have been inaccurate and untrue.  What we actually witnessed floated above and beyond “beautiful”, "magnificent" or “spectacular”.  

During our stay, no one anchored near us. No one sawg this sight from our vantage point. Others might not even have noticed them.  Not everyone can see until they are ready to.  As her audience we were preparey to receive  and witness her glory.  The sky drew us into her with her beauty and then conveyed her messages. And we, in turn, drew conclusions about what each day’s sky told us. Three hundred miles from a sea called humanity, we saw the heavens above communicate with us. 

My awareness had increased ironically after I somehow believed darkness had draped my world's perspective.  However, it was then that light began to brighten within me.  My wound slowly began to heal the way I had viewed the world.  I went from seeing unfairness to seeing acceptance and determination. My personal and physical limitations gradually became strengths. My loss helped me to see better.  The sense I lost (which so many of us rely on) helped me gain the perspective and the understanding I needed. Yes, I can hear doubters, because they only have two non-xray eyes. I can see insights most can't. When a loss becomes a gain, life begins to dawn differently.  So, in many ways light entered my being and becoming.  

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When I first read Rumi's quote above, I knew immediately it applied to many facets of life, but also to my "accident" when I was 24.  Of course, I have learned that accidents don't happen, everything is just lessons, often cloaked in disguise. A colorblind friend can't see the wonders of a sunset; another believes some things have no reasons for occurring.  However, for nearly a  lifetime, I have often marveled at life's miraculous moments. Sometimes, somewhere at sea, somehow, miracles show up.  It isn't their cause or colors that fascinate me; its their showing up the way they do that awes me the most.  When a week's worth of sunsets with eyes appear before me, I had to wonder what the Universe was telling us.  Can I translate them?

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"We are here watching you."; "Keep a watch.", "Be on the lookout!", "we're looking after you." and "Look out below." seemed like simple reminders that kept coming to me.  But when future events unfolded as they tend to do, it wasn't until afterwards, I realized how prophetic my thoughts had been. The idea that the Universe was somehow warning us about upcoming challenges crossed my mind. The appearance of beautiful twilights seemed like hopeful signs. Whether omen or 

nitially thinking I was without sight when I lost vision in one eye in 1974, I eventually discovered that which appears out of sight becomes a way of seeing.  At first I could not see it coming.  In my early thirties I began to realize my disability was actually not one at all.  In many ways my loss of sight became an advantage.  I had lost some depth and peripheral vision, but somehow gained deeper insights I never knew I had.  So my eye injury actually enabled me to see and understand more clearly than ever before. 

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Why do we humans tend to rely on our eyes so much? Especially since most of us are born with other strong senses. Smell, taste, touch and hearing send powerful messages, but what about feelings, emotions, intuitions, instincts, thoughts, dreams or even imaginations?  Even common sense betrays what we see.  We see a rainbow then imagine a pot of gold or good fortune. We might even see a dark, foreboding cloud then run for cover. We look up to see a sky, yet often fail to see its vastness and energy. We stand on Earth, but fail to feel it spin or feel its revolutions around our sun. Then there are times when humans don’t even see what is right in front of them.

Then why do humans tend to examine everything? Attempts to explore and explain rational thought? Explanations for disbelieving our mirages, illusions and exhaustion? our blind spots? drugs? attention? ignorance? ego? ADD? dirty glasses? Could it be logical minds only understand sensible?  Is it that many of us want an answer that justifies or supports our perspectives?

How can we learn that the visible is only circumstantial evidence? How can we see that sight doesn't mean vision? Some of us know not to believe only our eyes. Some of us know how to see without our eyes. Some of us are blind to reality. Some of us trust more than our feelings, instincts, minds and intuitions. Maybe what we see isn't what we think! Maybe our feelings are what we humans are blind and oblivious to. 

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This blog post is devoted to this experience. Of course, no one on the planet can know my exact experience. We are all unique so what we see and how it affects us is our unique truth. Who can truly believe what I am willing to write about? Especially when it feels so Who among us accept faith and spirit. or many who only can believe their own eyes, my photos, none of which have been doctored by photo shop-like.  I know the rarity of this type of experience so I reality the credulity of mine.  Few on Earth may have had any opportunity to make similar observations. How can they as most have only two eyes?

Not expecting anything more than beauty, we saw much more than that.  It should be noted neither of us possesses superhuman or prophetic powers.  We're just normal humans observing the sun, sea and sky. Neither of us seem prone to hyperbole or distortion. Since we practice truth-telling all the time, what happened awed our days.

We agreed on what we saw as extraordinary. However, we both know if truth is only what one sees, then the "whole truth" is often misses the mark because other sensations are often discounted.  If we humans believe only our eyes, then we undoubtedly miss greater messages. When observed suns stare at us as we stare at them, we at first both questioned our vision.  But when both of us used our cameras to document what was before our eyes, we still found the images so awesome it was challenging to comprehend. They were too obvious not to notice. Too plentiful to simply ignore. Too clear not to understand. Too beautiful and frequent not to interpret.

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During my 2018 voyage into the Bahamas, I saw some sights I might not have noticed if it weren't for some of my experiences.  I saw some sights I could not help seeing. I saw beyond what was visible.  I experienced much more than what was obvious. While the photos on this blog post may help others see what I witnessed, there would be no way they would connect with my experience how sailing and my loss of sight have enabled me to discover:

happening and what I may be feeling when or ots of life is after all invisible. Love, energy, truth, trust, current, wind, tide, So one’s vision doesn’t verify something’s existence. In fact, seeing may confuse and confound some to reality.

Maybe sight relates to an injury.  Maybe the greater the injury, the greater the light. Seeing is not believing. Believing something is much more than understanding. 

Over the years I gradually discovered that believing in something is more than seeing it. Lots of life is after all invisible. Love, energy, truth, trust, current, wind, tide, So one’s vision doesn’t verify something’s existence. In fact, seeing may confuse and confound some to reality.

 An errie sunset from the week we were watched over..

An errie sunset from the week we were watched over..

Seeing is not always and all ways believing.  And believing something is much more than understanding. Certainly,  it has given me a deeper appreciation for life.

During my 2018 voyage into the Bahamas, I saw some sights I might not have noticed if it weren't for some of my experiences.  I saw some sights I could not help seeing. I saw beyond what was visible.  I experienced much more than what was obvious. While the photos on this blog post may help others see what I witnessed, there would be no way they would connect with my experience how sailing and my loss of sight have enabled me to discover:

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  1. Seeing is much more than simply noticing things. 
  2. All human sight has blind spots.
  3. If I think I see something, it isn't always and all ways what I observed.
  4. Sight observes; it doesn't judge, interpret or analyze any event or action.
  5. Seeing is actually understanding what is real.
  6. Experiencing the sea helped my seeing the world more clearly.
  7. Two eyes may give another greater visibility, but that does not mean both provide clearer perspective.
 What is the meaning of how we see life? Maybe our experience paints our view; maybe our view paints us. Or maybe we see what we want to see and draw our own conclusions.

What is the meaning of how we see life? Maybe our experience paints our view; maybe our view paints us. Or maybe we see what we want to see and draw our own conclusions.

So how many readers saw the meaning and dual message and multiple meanings of the title of this blog? With Drawn Eyes?  Withdrawing? With drawn eyes Just a minor space or separation between the two words!  That's all it takes to alter the meanings..."with drawing" says the eyes accompany each other, but what changes when the title is spoken? Withdrawing eyes are ones that shy away from being seen. Other subtle meanings can also be drawn. After all, don't we all draw our own conclusions.

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