Stays in the past, right? Well, sometimes it percolates to the surface. Especially if someone loves it and won’t let it die. Seems like our memories are the last link to something real. If the real thing is gone, then the memory is all we have… when they go, that’s it I guess. If the thing is forgotten, does it cease to exist? It does until it is rediscovered… which makes all of this sound very much like the tree falling in the forest scenario. Let me tell you, a falling tree makes a sound, no matter if you are there to hear it or not. Someone, something, somewhere heard it. And falling trees are pretty loud.
My “falling tree” was a painting I did in my college days. It needs a little background to understand. But first, let me point out that the someone who loves it is my niece, Kathleen. Currently in her 20’s, she is exploring all the nooks and crannies of ones mind and is searching for answers. I know that road. I trod it myself for awhile. This post is for you, my dear!
Back in my 20’s I was soaking up all sorts of information. Not only from my classes at school, but from alternate (read: not mainstream) versions of reality. I read everything I could get my hands on about metaphysics, past lives, pyramids, crystals, aliens and their subsequent alien abductions, psychic energy, eastern and native religions, tarot, numerology, even lucid dreaming. I slowly collected a stack of books that filled it’s own bookshelf in our home for years. The day my son called this shrine to alternate realities “Mom’s Crackpot Books” was the day I had a good laugh and really took a hard look at my self and my beliefs.
I had already moved beyond much of that, and I could see where I no longer needed this reading material to collect dust at the end of the hallway. So I passed on a large box of the books to Kathleen who is currently winnowing through the chaff for some truth of her own. I am still open and willing to believe in something… we can’t really know the cosmos and what’s behind the scenes. God, the Universe, the Great Spirit, the Force, Destiny… whatever you want to call it, I’m sure something is there. But I have chosen to not worry about it and instead pour my energy into being the best person I can be right now.
This painting that Kat loves was a direct result of my exploring days. And probably all the other paintings I did back then. I posted several a few weeks back (Dark Shadows). This painting depicts another world. A world of shallow water. It’s all they have to export and they do, to many other worlds. The pyramids they build are beacons, and docking ports for ships that travel the cosmos. Think of it as an interplanetary airport, and I’ve illustrated the “tower”.
Here’s a close up of the keepers themselves:
The past may be just 31 years ago (dear GOD how did that happen so fast!) or it may be last week. Either way, time is relative, right? Someone smarter than me said that. And to quote one of my “crackpot books”, Be Here Now. Now is all we have.