In brief and to the point:
Imagine what it must be like for any person that believes that they have met and have been given instructions from the manifested Almighty.
Imagine this person, alone, is you- and that, at every turn, you are uncovering unsurmountable evidence that proves of that meeting and of those instructions. Now, imagine your voice amongst the ears of the world, going unheard. What would you do? For, you, within this storyline, have seen beyond your own death.
For me, when I analyze it from the outside, it becomes, in its most basic form, one of two things: either I believe, or I don’t. If I don’t, then it does not matter. But, if I do believe, then to what lengths will I go, to serve as the messenger?
From the words of books to the enlightenment yet unwritten, there are those that are bound to this arduous journey. And, as the witnesses of their fate and in knowing of the possibilities of a better world- in respect of their path and in reverence of their works- do we standby, idol, and remain the complacent, slave to the outcome, or do we join hands- uniting for peace over division? Love, over war?
IndianRock.art – Left and right join together, to cradle the precious stone.
The grounds have been built up, carving into stones, and then burying them. As I uncover this, holding the tools, learning of this ancient stone masons’ positioning and technique, I ‘become’ these ancient people, one pass at a time.
Digging the ravine 2023
My neighbors were looking, hadn’t seen me in weeks. I’d disappear down into the ravine, and the days would warp, finding breaks from this newly uncovered oddity only when checking the mail or when driving into town for supplies. In the ravine, though, I would dig for hours.
When my neighbors did spot me, they would say things like; “Well, we figured we didn’t smell your dead body.” and “You need to eat something. You’ve lost a lot of weight.” I remember, quite vividly now, looking back on that stretch of time when my reality was being checked by, what is proving to be, repeating patterns in the landscape and unexplainable visitations. This had been going on for months, maybe a year and then some. I had collected thousands of stones, in that time. They were everywhere. My entire life, all of my focus, was directed to these stones. And then, it happened: The day God spoke to me.
It was hot and humid, and I was exhausted and thirsty. I had been digging for days on end. …searching.
“Compare your hands against the stones.”
“They won’t believe me that I spoke to you.”
“Look to da Vinci’ works.”
From the words of books to the enlightenment yet unwritten, there are those that are bound to this arduous journey. And, as the witnesses of their fate and in knowing of the possibilities of a better world- in respect of their path and in reverence of their works- do we standby, idol, and remain the complacent, slave to the outcome, or do we join hands- uniting for peace over division? Love, over war?