Month: May 2024

Back in 2009, there was a housing market crash. As a carpenter in new residential construction, I ended up losing my position. Within 18 months, I lost my home to foreclosure. From that experience was born my love for tiny homes. I have built 3 micro homes, one of which I lived in for three years. Those three years taught me some valuable life lessons. These lessons were the steppingstones that led to the discovery of my new passion: IndianRock.art.

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A dozen years ago, it was my Master that told me(referencing the journey of crossing life’s river and instead of just crossing the river in faith) “Mr. Marak, you have to pick up all of the rocks and inspect them.” I am floored by that statement, considering my current situation. In reflection and in honor of his teachings, this is how I would respond: It is the blessing of the Holy Spirit that keeps me in the ‘now’, with God, all else is attachment to the suffering and not of the Christ; that is to say,

…all else is attachment to the past and the future. Those things are of the mind and not of the way. -paul

If the past hurts so much, why hold on to it? For, it keeps one from ascending, like a bird.

birdman sketch is a rendition of another artist’ work, not sure where from.

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Holy Land – IndianRock.art – Missouri, USA

This morning: the sky gray, the rain falls, and the thunder echoes behind the blanket of my unsettling uncertainty. …my unknown inevitability. Suddenly, the thunder cracks! “Is this a sign?”, in my room starring into the device’ illuminated abyss, I ponder. “Does only my fate know of its own destination?” Then, from my heart, a small voice speaks: “It is from wisdom that you firmly step, and through unwavering Faith that you carry-on this way.” -paul

Rich in Christ

I am rich with blessings from the Creator. My plate abundant in knowing, and my cup runneth over with compassion, empathy, and pity. My body strong, my mind sharp, and all my senses aligned. I am rich. I am rich in Christ. To this, I testify.

I have been given a glimpse: a snapshot of the beginnings of humanity, with the lefthanded hunter; and from the Earth, a clip of the shadow rearing up its many heads. And in visions, my heart bled upon the dagger of the mighty Thunder Being. To this, I testify.

The sky opened to a ray of light, then the Great Spirit spoke to me. To this, I testify. Later and in unison, the Angelic ones spoke the name- ‘Jesus’. To this, I testify. I am to complete a Work, a work for Humanity, a work of Meditation. To this, I testify.

In the tiny gardenhouse nestled amongst the trees on a 10acre patch of clay and rocks in southern Missouri- before my conversion- It was in my darkest hour, when I felt the world closing in, my path lost, the light fading, nowhere to hide, and no one to turn to- there appeared a spirit-man. He helped me. [He held the lantern.] He showed the way. For this, I owe my life. To this, I testify.

Interestingly and unbeknownst to most, IndianRock.art ‘Holy Land of the ancient Lamanite Prophet’, with all of Her Earthly charms and wonders, is the Heaven-sent tangible manifestation: God’s Will upon the Earth as evidence to the bearers and witnesses thereof. She, IndianRock.art, is the result. She holds the key and is the giver. To this, I testify.

IndianRock.art – Holy Land of the ancient Lamanite Prophet for the Gathering of Tribes

Everything is a reflection of everything else: If I want to change the world. I must change the self. To this, I testify.

From the Earth, these stones, and from this stone- a Star. -paul

I have travelled through the Pinery and have gazed upon the Earth at dawn. I have mapped the Rocky majestic peaks and walked a valley of streams. I have wandered the rolling hills, with forest of pine. There, the deer and turkey abound, trout swim and eagle fly. I have travelled through the Pinery. Every time, …every time I cry. -paul

Left and right join to cradle the precious stone.

Faith, Work, and Meditation