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Michael seeks to create works that reflect his struggles with the world he finds himself living in, and the commonalities that we all share in this. Desire, Defeat, Acceptance, Judgment, Love, Fear, Time, and Space. Michael's studio is downtown Los Angeles in the Spring Arts Tower. "Happiness is that funny little place halfway between fantasy and reality." -me

Friday, March 28, 2014

The Dream, named Arid.

And so I think it was trying to tell me something, something in my dream. Something about God...
...and it is like watching a movie. A movie that as you watch it, you know you are the movie, and you know it will end, because after all, all movies end. And still we watch them, knowing the outcome more or less from the start of the movie, because after all, there are only so many endings. But still we watch them, entertained up to a point, and that point is when we know we are reaching the ending. And this understanding is so great and so sad and so compelling you try to change the movie as it goes because the part of you that understands, this part that knows, knows you are God and you are driving the movie and you are all alone in this...and when it finally gets to your part you may say aloud, "...I don't like how this feels," because you understand. You know.
Ouroboros.



In this dream, this movie, it has four parts, and once activated, each part performs its duty, its role if you will, and then the 4th part, which is You, will conclude in death. Your death, your movie, and so as you watch this movie you know this because we all know movies end, and we all know the only ending is death, and so you try to change the course of this movie, and it is ceaseless...ending only when it meets the 4th component, which is You, upon Your Understanding, and as I just said, it is Your Death.

This is something about God. About Eternity.

The Eternity is composed of 4 things:
The Action.
The Players.
Your Understanding.
Your Death.

And when you die, another movie will begin and resume with your place in it. First as simply the viewer. In the dark with a bag of fresh popcorn in your lap. Munching along, enjoying you are away from your life at a movie. Then as you watch the movie unfold, you follow the other characters, thinking they are separate from you, and then you will again reach your understanding, recognize yourself and know you are the characters, and know you are reaching the end. Because you will remember you are in a movie house, watching only a movie after all...will you try to change it up? It is all in your head.

I was telling Ann, my friend I work with at the theatre...I was speaking with Ann of this time we are living in, right now. For this is what we do.
And I called it, "Arid," for this is what it is.
We are in a dry spell. Spiritually, Politically, Emotionally, Personally, Creatively. And when it is arid like this you sit and allow it, and wait. Just like the 70's. You wait for it to change, because it always does and you accept this because you don't dare call the rain. Because with the rain, Something Great will come, and with it change, and the change will also mean the end. The end of what just was. And so here is the Story. Here is this story. Should we watch it? Is this the story you want to see next? Or can I create another?

Here goes.

I am in a desert.
It is arid, a dry desert. Unlimited blue blue blue sky, and near-white sand for as far as the eye can see. Beautiful. Stark. Silent. Arid. You are waiting for help. We don't yet know why you are in a desert, this is only where this particular movie begins.
I am in a desert, and along comes a family in their car. A Mother, and Father, and Daughter. They have room for me to join them. To join them in their car, knowing I am left, alone, adrift, they invite me along. To help me get Someplace, the Place they are going.
A pleasant enough plot for this particular movie to begin. But you the viewer, who is also the character waiting in the desert, knows this will end. This story will end and its ending will force another story to begin, because what else is there, and so you the viewer pauses.
"Do I want to continue this scenario?" You ask yourself as you pause this particular story, this particular event. This, "movie."
You choose to continue following this tale, borne from your very own imagination. You get in the car, and the Father drives off. In the car the Family tells of their journey, where they came from. Their lives. Their story. Father is a banker, and just wants to spend some time away from his office. He tells his wife, "...this weekend we will get away, just the three of us, and go for a small holiday." The wife loves this, she purchases a new dress because in this town they are going to travel to, there is a quiet little restaurant she knows they will visit, and it is always warm when they sit outside, in the evening under the porch where Wisteria hangs overhead, and she will want to be beautiful for him still, and comfortable, and be the beautiful bride he married. And that is her Story. And in back, next to you, is Daughter. Daughter watches as they travel along, silently, and listens as Father, and Mother, talk and laugh and discuss the route they are to take, riding silently along, and as she listens she turns to you and asks, "Where are you going?" And the you that is watching this movie arrives at realization. The you that is watching suddenly snaps to attention upon this question she asks, "...where are you going," as she knows the story is going to end, and you are the story, and the daughter is you too, and she is just an illusion, borne of light projected out of light vibration upon a screen, and if you choose to stop this story you can, but it will, nonetheless, end. Whether you change the story right here right now midstream, leaving the Family on their way to their little holiday, which takes them through the desert where they picked you up, or whether you start a new story, a new story you make up in your head. But all stories come to an end, and the ending is you.

And this is God. It is creativity endless of itself, continual, ceaseless. Searching through your story to know yourself, but when you know yourself, when you know God, will the story finally end? Will God turn into itself and say, alone, "...I don't like how this feels."

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