While The Sun God Sleeps

Dear Leslie, I've been meaning for years to finally tell you what it is I do secretly. But its been difficult. Because of my brush with the mental health people, I have been cautious, careful not to display any behavior that might be misinterpreted. I fear it because I can't defend myself and yet could not, for the world give up what I know to be true. So I tell you this one story, one of many I have experienced, in confidence and in the hope you can accept it and it helps you to understand me a little better. I hope it won't have to be secret too much longer, that the powers that be will just start spilling out revelation into a million hungry minds . Continue..

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On the Nectar of Gods

On the Nectar of Gods and Moonbeams She is pouring out the moon, which was in the Beginning, the nectar given by the gods to enchant humans and other beings of the earth. She pours the nectar out and as it falls the great long way to earth, it spins into glowing orbs. Some of us call these glowing orbs, Moonbeams (there are other names as well). To catch a Moonbeam, you must watch carefully to see when…

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Getting Started

March 2018 My new book Cyrus, A Tree Keepers Journey

From the time I was very young I have been drawing. I don't remember learning how, I just drew what I saw as best I could. I wrote stories and plays for my puppets and marionettes. I also talked to myself, quietly, secretly, never to other humans who didn't seem to understand. I talked at length to trees who did understand, to fish, to bees, to all friendly creatures and growing plants, especially morning glories that had an especially fine and sympathetic deep blue ear. If I hadn't, I am sure my brain would have melted from the sheer weight of wonderment I felt for all life. It's not just that I marvel at every creation in the organic world but that my wonder gets a response. Images and stories of deeper, ever more profound potential are given me, potential realities most often stuck under the misbegotten label of 'imagination' and dismissed by far too many people. Too bad. Imagination is my friend and a most precious and magical gift. I am forever grateful I am allowed to participate in its reality and when I die, I will be so happy to be accepted through the gates of its most holy domain. Continue

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