After eating breakfast, I told Bunnee about my encounter with my Grandmother Maria and the Homeless Man. She softly caressed my back and gave me her blessing. She told me to keep on digging for more information so that when it came down to the exhibition, the paintings – the experience would be just as powerful.
“We’ve both visited other realms in the past, at this point you’ll have to do the visiting on your own,” she said.
She was referring to her being a mother and choosing to be as present as possible for Galaxy. I understood and respected her decision just like she respected and supported my creative work with my guides and The All.
The lock to the studio door clicked and so did my being. I was in alignment with the creative well, more paper, more pens and non-stop channeling of my truth came through me. My Grandmother Maria came through, then other ancestors came through, they said as one voice, “Care for your two other children, Isaias and Priscilla, they too need you, they too are forgetting who they truly are.” I listened attentively, “Soon you will be a grown old man and you will seek them, when you find them they will ask you – “Where were you? Who are you? What will you tell them, what face will you have then to respond?"
I started shaking, the emotions that ran through me toppled me over. I began to cry. I thought of some of my friends who would give anything in their lives to hold their passing children at least one more time.
My grandmother had spared no time at all, she was giving me guidance immediately – in a frank and direct way. She then allowed me to see myself in the realm of being an old man and as an irresponsible father – it is a sight that I did not enjoy therefore I will not repeat it.
The spirit of my grandmother was telling me that I should try harder and to try harder meant to move to Houston, Texas to live close to my two older children. As the information channeled through me, I placed my pen down and looked at the sketch I was creating. It was my son sleeping, his arm extended out and from the elbow area lines that created geometry flowed from there as a point of origin then towards the right side of him the shapes and patterns created a bird. I titled it “Isaias’ Messenger”
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“We’ve both visited other realms in the past, at this point you’ll have to do the visiting on your own,” she said.
She was referring to her being a mother and choosing to be as present as possible for Galaxy. I understood and respected her decision just like she respected and supported my creative work with my guides and The All.
The lock to the studio door clicked and so did my being. I was in alignment with the creative well, more paper, more pens and non-stop channeling of my truth came through me. My Grandmother Maria came through, then other ancestors came through, they said as one voice, “Care for your two other children, Isaias and Priscilla, they too need you, they too are forgetting who they truly are.” I listened attentively, “Soon you will be a grown old man and you will seek them, when you find them they will ask you – “Where were you? Who are you? What will you tell them, what face will you have then to respond?"
I started shaking, the emotions that ran through me toppled me over. I began to cry. I thought of some of my friends who would give anything in their lives to hold their passing children at least one more time.
My grandmother had spared no time at all, she was giving me guidance immediately – in a frank and direct way. She then allowed me to see myself in the realm of being an old man and as an irresponsible father – it is a sight that I did not enjoy therefore I will not repeat it.
The spirit of my grandmother was telling me that I should try harder and to try harder meant to move to Houston, Texas to live close to my two older children. As the information channeled through me, I placed my pen down and looked at the sketch I was creating. It was my son sleeping, his arm extended out and from the elbow area lines that created geometry flowed from there as a point of origin then towards the right side of him the shapes and patterns created a bird. I titled it “Isaias’ Messenger”
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Concept Art for The Crow's Aura.