Musings

During this vision I connected with the source of all creation, a place of transformation so complete that it appears as a void, but it’s not inert…it is alive, sparkling, responsive…and it is completely accessible to us if we can silence the distractions that surround us, and the ones inside us.

There is a quality that some art possesses - you recognise it immediately. Not transgression as performance, but work that demonstrates actual sacrifice. Art that explores the conjunction of sex and death – symbolic immortality that can only be achieved through the unification of opposites. 

I'll forgive you follow me, you said, and I followed, through the tunnels of Set, a trail of blood and bones. The tower burns, as do I. Chains breaking, I am free.

Corruption infests this ancient holy land, What started without has seeped within, The purveyors of suffering do not glory seek They covet neither wealth nor land,  Strife and division is their only goal