My canvases rarely bear witness to the power of God in His
personalized form. As an astral traveler of worlds beyond the earth,
of non-human kingdoms of far off galaxies, the earthly human form
into which God descended is of secondary importance to me. It's not
that I am a stranger to His miracle Birth or that I cannot see,
etched in the Akashic Ether, the miracle surrounding Jesus' Baptism
in the River Jordan; but that I am more acquainted with the Other
Christ, the Cosmic Christ preceding Jesus.
The Son that I'm more intimate with is the non-humanized form that
God assumes when, by His Power, He weaves His Spirit beyond the
temporal world---outside human comprehension, in the light-filled
space of the supersensible dream world. I discovered God, not upon
the earth plane, but in spectacular crystal forest in Omicron's
Valley Nib, where liquid, gem-like waters cascade over mountainous
waterfalls; I found God in Omicron's triple-tiered sun, Ra, which
pours its life-giving rays over lush musical fields composed of
sound. But I have not found God in His embodied form, as a human.
My art work is a grand gallery of supersensible dream worlds that I
know from first hand experience, by immersing myself in the astral
world and seeking Christ there. Ten times I've crossed and re-
crossed the black impious gulf between the Earth and the shining orb
of Algol; explored the perverted kingdoms of Nib and Quatzotle;
witnessed first hand the burning lakes of fire flaming in the lower
hells; in Gheanna saw Ahriman's gigantic astral body, revered and
worshipped as an omnipresent god. Less aware am I of the Savior
than I am this non-personal, amoral, space-orientated, Cosmic Christ
which the heretics of old worshipped, and for which they were
persecuted by sword and flame.
Earth evolution is too slow and too laborious for my temperament, for
I am more affected than most by work and boredom. Instead I prefer
Kansas City, Mo.
Oct 3, 1997