Birth of a Cosmic Master
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PART 2: 1999 Paintings and Prophesy.
I decided to become an artist.
I want an artist to illustrate my book. Nobody ever seems to have any time to do anything unless you’re famous or pay them a lot of money. Id better do it myself, although, I don’t have a clue how to paint. I did a painting once at school and it was picked to be used in the school play in the set. Yes I remember I pretended I was Van Gogh and the face, which was to be the face of the mayor, just emerged. That was my one and only art lesson. In the school I attended it was a choice between art and French. You could not do both.
Yes, I’ll do it, paint pictures to accompany my poems in my book and hang the completed pictures all the way up the staircase in my house.
There were two staircases in my house though and they both needed renovation.
I stripped them both back to bare wood and painted them in layers of colour,
green, turquoise, a dusting of white over a base of gold paint. I could only
get the gold paint in little pots and it took many to cover two flights of
stairs. Finally varnish to seal the mock verdigris in place and make it durable
underfoot. It looked magnificent.
I bought a good quality dusty textured white paint for the walls, in readiness
to hang my pictures on, all the way up the stairs to the top. Very ambitious
as I had not yet started the pictures. The complete process took me three weeks
of backbreaking work and as I painted on my hands and knees for that time a
tune haunted me and I often found myself singing it out loud.
It was a version of Robert Plants song Stairway to heaven. I changed the words
to “she’s painting a stairway to heaven”. I’ve got
a performance mapped out somewhere in my notebook, with the queen of heaven
at the top of the staircase, advising a man through several of his lifetimes
until he can finally see the staircase and climb the stairs.
Right paint, go on then. ……… What……….
I don’t know.
I started thinking about James, my friend. “Who is this guy and what’s
he up to,” I thought but can’t quite recall…………..
I started doodling my first picture by request. I find I do this quite often
now if I need to know something. I also painted a pregnancy picture for a friend.
Yep, worked first month after she hung it on her wall, after five years of
trying.
Ah,
he is the moon looking at the rainbow.
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I did my first ever a doodle in Kefalonia earlier in the year, after whilst on holiday. I had been having strange dreams and there had been a freak heat wave. The heat wave was just what I needed. In the dream, which occurred two nights on the trot, some men came to me, motor traders, inviting me to do a bank robbery with them. It involved using guns. I said no. They came back again and invited me to a great mansion for a party and offered me all sorts of inducements. Money, status, wealth, prestige. I was shown sexual offerings and all sorts of pleasures and prestige, being part of the inn crowd, as a reward for helping with their plan. I felt what they were doing was wrong and refused to help them. I was taken a second time to the house, and asked again for my allegiance. I refused, so I was publicly humiliated and stripped of my clothes and thrown out of the party into the garden of the house. I had only a white sheet to wrap myself in as I hid in the darkness feeling very rejected and alone.
This was a very strange dream and even stranger was that I looked about eighteen to twenty in the dream with the short reddish blonde curly haircut I had about that time. In a sense this is what actually happened to me in my life. Certain forces, I’m sure did want my allegiance, but I was here to bring the light. The picture doodled the morning after this dream became the September 11 prediction for Sept 11th 2001.
It was my birthday September 10th 1999. I had painted Rainbow Man and I was about to do my second picture. The Kefalonia doodle came to mind. I started to transpose it and color away. The bottom corner didn’t look right. Viridian came the thought. What’s viridian? I went to Hobby Craft and asked “What is viridian” “a shade of green, over there” came the answer from the assistant. ”Oh, thank you.”
I decided to take my easel down stairs the following morning. It was sunny and I wanted to be in the kitchen and outside. I felt very strange finishing the picture. I had no point of reference at all for my feelings. Visions of the towers came into my mind and the star and moon. Death and dying and cries for assistance. I was reeling with the magnitude of what I was feeling and my mind could not work out what was going on. So as I chalked I wrote, as I usually did. This time though I did not understand and could not process something like this in the usual manner. The thoughts were so many and so desperate. I cannot tell you all of them as the feelings of desperation, confusion and death were so intense and the sensation of fire so strong. The thoughts I had about earth life and its approach commerce and industry I wrote as a poem and called it “Wisdom earth life.” I wished this earth would learn more wisdom in its dealings.
"In the Face of the Master"
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This is what was written as the picture was painted:
Wisdom Earth Life
Craggy recesses of light and shade.
River of life’s emotions,
All of all encompassed in the face of the master.
Earth set in heaven, the face of life.
The Synchronicity of all, worn as a projection, a facet.
Moon and earth, the face of man, the face of God.
The eye, the window of earth's life reflections.
Man’s vision, man’s creation.
Structure,
Man showing off his abilities,
Building on rock, reaching for the sky.
Many windows from which to see out into the world
From under life’s umbrella.
Generator of the business-world of life,
World’s resources, world’s riches, world’s power.
Trying to assert itself with flesh.
Searching for its wisdom.
Wearing many hats, many guises.
Trying to perfect itself.
And my ship is blown,
Through the naked winds of destiny to face it all.
The face of the master shinning through the assault on my physic.
The winds of deceit, fuelled by the winds of desire
With hope for the winds of change.
And as I sought for silence,
Flashes of the past flew by me, intruding on my now.
As in the moment of death with life flashing by;
Looking from my mastery.
Death oh death so long,
And life, oh life so short.
Yet I have not known you.
And do I fear the unknown
When it is ever known to myself,
All of my life feeling my death.
My oneness my blending, no more the I
But totality of all.
The transient form I hold,
Shaking in its temporary fragility.
And that oneness and permanence without form.
My vastness frightens me,
Shaking my form again.
Blending all uncertainty.
Placed in this world,
I am my home.
Without home.
Yet in this beauty sadness,
Bourn of man’s discontent.
My discontent at imperfection.
Yet perfection personified.
"After the Apocalypse The Master makes his Escape"
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Destiny
As the sun sets into a golden glow at the end of the
day,
So the sun will set into its goldenness at the end of your life.
It is the invisible hand that steers and guides the ship you sail through life.
Know you are truly unshakable.
The material here is only a part of a complete work which will be available in the future as a book ‘Birth of a Cosmic Master’ and spoken poetry CD.