The lights were on

Angels Buddhas Spirit Guides....

Ok, here's the deal.....
I finally reached my friend "the Mauz".
She's doing fine.... works on many people each week,
I miss her table, but I work on myself solo mostly these days and I refuse to crowd someone from her service... unless it's beyond emergency.

Meeting with her, and reflecting light is another thing altogether...
it seems necessary.... at least every 2 months or so....

... so I searched her out in the analog world, and we each set aside the time to walk in the sun.

In honor of what we reflect and share, I decided to paint this angel, as a gift for her.

Angel Protector, shield of light.
.... and also a significant symbol of a process I now embrace far more easily than ever before.
To paint something like this, which seems deceptively simple, you have to shift beyond a view of what might be considered "too sweet" , "too obvious" , "too corny".
I surprised myself with this dance. Painted it anyway... let it happen on it's own...
My goal was/is to create a series of happy buddhas, goddesses, sages, saints, spirit guides, shaman yogis...real and/or mythic,
... to allow these items to be sources of inspiration on the walls of light workers.

Little gems that require no batteries, and beckon to other worlds real, imagined, and in process.
This one took less than two hours.

It combines auric colors specific to Mauz, yet it symbolizes an ease of flow that will help folks gain access to a new range of imagery from my world/brush. All doable as reprinted images, into smaller cardboard pre-cut mats... affordable and unique.

I seek to allow myself to let quite a few of these simple things occur between the other paintings designed for tourists I decided to meet and greet through imagery, as well as between the "high dollar" imagery that is destined to allow me to once again gain access to the world's international galleries.

I need only decide how to name myself for each type of art. Probably each version is a different vibrational selection and might as well be rleased as a separate line of imagery with necessary delineations between them all.

....yet, quite a few of these flowing easily from my watercolor kit now seems ready and available... the struggle is over.

so, I'll do a test version of this to sort out how I'll scan them, and frame them small as archival prints, or do I just use color zerox which could stand up to 20 years of ambient UV light? simple tests for the range of price affordable. Gotta meet the people where they are. Not everyone needs or wants an image that lasts 200 years. Save that for the high dollar realm.

These I'll place in the locations where I have found my own refuge along this path... in the little temple gift shops, outside of the sweat lodge sanctuaries where most people go to just read a newsweek magazine before the commute home, or on the walls of the coffee shops where those CEOs and techies do thier deals... Let these be the backgrounds for their worlds between sips of green tea and Starbuck's coffee.

On the temple grounds where the Zen gardens merge with nature, those places where I walk and pray, or where I do 8 rounds in 195 degrees over 3 hours.... to gain views from time-shifted realms, I'll place the more sublime imagery...
You see, I am reinviting myself back into my own life while doing this. By making the people happy, I can get happy too...
For me, those rejuvenation places were the places where all things dissappeared and internal shifts occurred...where the air becomes pure energy.... Those were the places where I felt the invisible wounds from my spiritual walks/battles healed deep beneath the scars, so that the scars went so away on their own.
Securing evidence of my life breath there, in the form of remnants of by-products of meditative mind while painting, well, it's the least I can do to pay homage to the light/spiritual presence hovering there.
At the same time, I get the chance to do this and re-invite myself back into a regular "normal" neighborhood where some day I'll walk with my own new healing dog.

Maybe I'll have that muse who danced near me today beside me for that walk, or maybe I'll be in disguise behind my Borkum Riff pipe.

But, in the very least, I'll re-emerge out of my art truck and indoors safety... maybe back in that green valley canyon where they are all armed to the teeth and waiting for me, so I can launch my psuedonymed books, films, albums, images...
But, even in this status quo reality, I'll feel safer than I have for away... the concrete is cold and the cell phone promises little connection. I need to see the families happy and feeding each other and the children with big bright eyes.
Then, I'll saddle myself on an old beater motorcycle with rusty pipes and deceptively muffled whine, on more than one long range adventure, crusing the coast for solo road "guitar-harmonicay" trips-music performances incognito...
I'm ready for the experiment where I will get to watch the people dance in joy again, and get to slip away towards the next gig after suckling on the breast of life; the innocence of a room full of open smiles on the faces of a persons who lighten each other's loads for a moemnt or two.
That's entertainment.
Who knows, maybe I'll play one of those stages that encourages all the women to feel safe enough to dance bare chested in the warmth of the sun, with the warrior men all happy to be trusted protectors... yes...

....the kind of events we were all meant to grow up inside of clean and refreshed and untainted.
The kind of tribla gatherings I filmed over the years,

... and maybe I get to see myself among the people and not just witnessing from the distance through video,camera, prayer or magically blessed spirit.

This angel guide image may seem trite.

Fine.
I'll tell you this, the simplest most deep experiences are normal and all around us.

so... Step away from the cold grey steel and blacktop and find the sound of nature and the rustle of the trees with the roar of wind beneath the hovering eagles... then notice how easily your dreams come back to life....
.... just how trite is that?

Today, the Men of Rohan answered my call.... they announced themselves at my gate. And the goddess re-appeared in many forms, close-up ready for a hug, yes I was.
And, as I walked out of the library, after scanning the archives and feeling refreshed in the fading daylight
...I was still translating some remnants for a warrioress friend who is now embarked on her new magic - ocean - journey. I hope to visit her in the either, while she simmers and glows on a 10 day retreat of re-discovery.
Today, The lights were on, and between us came the healing dog 2 years old and glowing golden... the dog's name? Frodo. ...... so there!