time travelers through the public transportation of 3dland

How could I commune with a person this deep from these many feet away and never touch her? Boggles my mind... boggles my mind. How do I make peace with this? Paint a painting of it 28 years later, that's how. she's gotta be 48 or so now... I hope her life is happy. My head must have been up my own a*s to miss this then... on the other hand, maybe this represents what I have earned these past 28 years? You think? Artists, among other things, are archivists and creative translators. The artist visionaries of old were healers, scientists, shaman, world translators of culture. You think that has ever changed, just because we've been sqeezed by this materialistic/capitalistic-greed-war filled society? Of course not. When we breathe, we see, we touch , we hear, we sense, for the whole culture whther we admit it or the society blesses it or not. Just by BEING, we vibrationally supercharge the grey filled world of steel and concrete and allow for essence of beauty to sparkle behind us. You don't have to build a camera I can afford, or give me a grant or a gift of one if you don't want to. My heart/our hearts record just fine in real time. The only benefit tools, time, grants, brushes can create is for you and your world. Wanna enrich it? Find artists around you who are demonstrating ability to creatively organize out of chaos and power them up. Then you get to see what we see... otherwise, you want to protect your assets and see us as leeches of your wealth... go head then, Keep your opportunities, tools, trinkets, our options for giving back there for yourself to gather dust in your mansion corners along with your other worldly trinkets...if you so choose, you're the one's who lose by building profit for profit sake alone. Remember, if you want beauty , you have to further the seers around you! My eyes still see. Camera, or no camera, 28 years later or then... I am doing my part... Just by surviving to bring this to you now... Notice? ...I choose to do the best I can with what I have. I can draw with mud and sticks under the clear blue! And when eyes still see, hearts to hearts still shift back to full spectrum, and shimmer in that scawl on your trail. You can photograph it and wonder what knd of monkey, mountain lion, bird, or vagabond left you a trinket on the trail ala Andy Goldsworthy... wonder on, wonder on, wander on... I'll tell you this,.... when I feel chased, badgered or or billed for the space I inhabit, breathe, work to enjoy...I regather myself and see with the eyes of artist. This refreshes. If you do not want to support that, or even if you outwardly condemn it as useless idle time wasted, it still sparkles reflection that shuts down the world war machines and show truth in the NOW, even if it is only for the Coyote... You see reflected here for you, undeniable proof... we ARE here... finally. 28 years protected, now offered long after your refusals...

I have done my job.... I have done my job living long enough to bring it all home where it always was, no matter how you voted, how I thought I was tricked into voting, living, participating as less thanthis...anyway. Still alive, it still shines anyway. Look SEE. Aren't we better for this? Enlarge, enrich, empower, and see for yourself.

Are you building anything that keeps the humans around you available for this within themselves? If not, then consider starting now. Everyone can dance. Everyone can sing... everyone can see... Even you. Even me. Why not recommend this to your your deepest heart by furthering the ones you know in your own city and town, who are endeavoring to repair, re-create, shelter whatever it takes to be available to try to scrounge through their journeys and find these artifacts to inhabit your long-yearning heart's-desire? Aren't you a believer in the Holy just by knwoing this exists, Atheist, Communist or religious fanatic all... Who can deny you/we/I need these reflections heart to heart multipied digitally for the world to see? Who. Haven't we ennough grey, bleak desperate, where else is hope faith, beauty, peace, if not here, heart to heart?

....build it then... give it then... know it then... NOW.

It's the only way to stay sane.

28 years later, and from a wiser place than my youthful impulse to collect this image... I can tell you, and myself ... I sure miss the opportunity I see must have been there, yet still is here, where I was/am still sitting across from her.

And I know, time travel is real.... traveling back 28 years to hit my knees in front of her now and kiss her feet and her belly, seat of the Universe. Lord knows I was pledging my life in service, whether I knew it or not... and even though I seem to have forgotten all the details.... I still have the guts to admit I saw it/see it and hold it now here for you to hold in your own way/heart...

.... If only we could make a difference in our worlds, so that the bright lights in each other shine this safe and true all our living breathing days... no matter where we are headed/or ever go... never far from where we already are....who would want to walk past this and not at least share these smiles? ...