Year in Review – Charles Gilchrist and Sacred Geometry

By Charles L. Gilchrist

I have been deeply involved with the study of Sacred Geometry for over thirty years. This experience has radically altered my consciousness and affected a profound psychological healing. And, as a teacher of SG I have personally witnessed the same kind of beneficial effects taking place in many of my students. This fact compels me to share my path into SG as a spiritual process. Why? Because I know that with this information, you can also step through these reliable doorways to spirit and make them your own.

(for the full article and multimedia experience, click here:  OM-Times July 2010 Edition)

I’ve always been an artist and that path eventually lead me to Sacred Geometry. My artistic talent showed itself early and by the time I was four years old I had come to believe that a special talent had been given to me for some mysterious spiritual purpose; as if it were an assignment straight from God. I was totally convinced. With an enthusiastically willing heart I took on the spiritual assignment of becoming a serious artist.

But what was an artist…. really? I was just a little boy and I had no idea how to make my inspired vision come true. So I went to my mother with the obvious question. “Mommy, what is an artist?”

At first she smiled at me and then squinted at me, guarded and thinking. I had been asking metaphysical questions of her from the time I could speak. Each question of mine would prompt another question and so on until she would completely lose her patience with me. She looked up at the ceiling, her forefinger just touching her temple as if searching her invisible mental library for the most appropriate answer. Finally her eyes brightened as she pulled out a dusty old one-liner and read it to the ceiling. “Charles,” she said, “an artist pursues truth and beauty.”

Then she softened, looked straight into my eyes and said it again, “Charles, an artist pursues truth and beauty.”

That short axiom was like a clear bell. “Oh,” is all I could say, intuitively sensing profound truth. And now after all these numerous decades, it still holds the same power.

In Wichita Kansas, the early 1940’s, my entire large family did not think making art was at all practical. After all, there was real work to do; food to grow, machines to build and a war to win. It was alright have a little artistic talent which could lead to a nice hobby but the idea of even thinking about “Fine Art” as a profession was simply unacceptable. They went on and on, trying to dissuade me. I think they actually believed that if I became a full time serious artist I would eventually go completely mad and cut off my ear like that poor insane maniac artist “what’s-his-name” Vincent Van Gogh. They were frightened…. but I wasn’t.