I locked myself in my home art studio, it’s been about a month now, so I think. Within this lock in, I’ve slept, spoke to myself, thought about life, read, meditated, I’ve traveled to different times of my life, I’ve been pacing around the 10’x10’ studio space and I have been purging whatever ideas come to mind.
I’ve been preparing to create a new collection of paintings for an exhibition that’s going to open in a couple of months. I have so much information coming to me yet nothing stands out – nothing has spoken to me. The loose pen sketches I’ve created so far are just that – loose ideas. I want to express my encounter with the Sacred I just can’t figure out a way to put that into paintings. I have it in the tip of my mind – it’s just when it comes down to translating that information, its not happening.
Not allowing that to discourage me, I continued my introspection. I listened to the messages channeled, remembered all the people I have met in my time-traveling lifetime, recalled some of the craziest things I had done in the past, present and future. Of all the unexplained experiences I’ve witnessed, so much was unearthing but its as if I was a radio tuner picking up an fm frequency I was selective of what I allowed to come in and which thoughts and emotions I wanted to connect to.
Then I dialed in. I saw him. The memories unfolded of the many times I had encountered him, the Entity - my guide. I stepped into the subway train and traveled to those moments in time.
I was 8 years old living in Juarez, MX, family from Los Angeles had come to visit. My mother had arranged for my cousins to sleep in my room while I slept in my sisters’ room. In that moment where you go in and out of your sleep, within the darkness of the space, I saw a shadow looming over me – with desperation and anxiety I asked “ Mickey? Is that You?” I assumed it was one of my cousins but there was no answer. With nothing else in mind, I ran towards the light switch and turned the light on – before my very eyes – the shadow gradually disappeared. My eyes could not decipher the language I was seeing – all I saw was smoke-like patterns that moved in a circular formation.
I continued my journey and got back into the subway train, I was now onto something and I needed more research. Several stops went by then I got off.
I was 28 years old, living in San Diego with my then girlfriend. We were both asleep in our bedroom. You know that feeling of somebody staring at you? That’s how I felt in mid-dream – someone was watching me sleep, at least that’s what my brain, my senses were telling my being. So I woke up and as I opened my eyes, simultaneously, my girlfriend opened her eyes at the very same time as me. We looked at each other as we lay sideways and slowly looked up at what was hovering. The Entity was stretched over both us while his feet where anchored to the floor on my side of the bed. I looked at my girlfriend and said, “Its ok, he’s with me.”
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I’ve been preparing to create a new collection of paintings for an exhibition that’s going to open in a couple of months. I have so much information coming to me yet nothing stands out – nothing has spoken to me. The loose pen sketches I’ve created so far are just that – loose ideas. I want to express my encounter with the Sacred I just can’t figure out a way to put that into paintings. I have it in the tip of my mind – it’s just when it comes down to translating that information, its not happening.
Not allowing that to discourage me, I continued my introspection. I listened to the messages channeled, remembered all the people I have met in my time-traveling lifetime, recalled some of the craziest things I had done in the past, present and future. Of all the unexplained experiences I’ve witnessed, so much was unearthing but its as if I was a radio tuner picking up an fm frequency I was selective of what I allowed to come in and which thoughts and emotions I wanted to connect to.
Then I dialed in. I saw him. The memories unfolded of the many times I had encountered him, the Entity - my guide. I stepped into the subway train and traveled to those moments in time.
I was 8 years old living in Juarez, MX, family from Los Angeles had come to visit. My mother had arranged for my cousins to sleep in my room while I slept in my sisters’ room. In that moment where you go in and out of your sleep, within the darkness of the space, I saw a shadow looming over me – with desperation and anxiety I asked “ Mickey? Is that You?” I assumed it was one of my cousins but there was no answer. With nothing else in mind, I ran towards the light switch and turned the light on – before my very eyes – the shadow gradually disappeared. My eyes could not decipher the language I was seeing – all I saw was smoke-like patterns that moved in a circular formation.
I continued my journey and got back into the subway train, I was now onto something and I needed more research. Several stops went by then I got off.
I was 28 years old, living in San Diego with my then girlfriend. We were both asleep in our bedroom. You know that feeling of somebody staring at you? That’s how I felt in mid-dream – someone was watching me sleep, at least that’s what my brain, my senses were telling my being. So I woke up and as I opened my eyes, simultaneously, my girlfriend opened her eyes at the very same time as me. We looked at each other as we lay sideways and slowly looked up at what was hovering. The Entity was stretched over both us while his feet where anchored to the floor on my side of the bed. I looked at my girlfriend and said, “Its ok, he’s with me.”
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