La Pittura di Rivelazione
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To my children:
This journal, associated journals and The Revelation Painting are dedicated and belong to my three children in effort to help them understand that sometimes in life, there are things beyond our understanding and that we are all placed on this earth for a reason. We may never know our own specific reason if we do not search for answers and look for beauty in ordinary, not just extraordinary things. Ultimately, we are the masters of our own destinies regardless of whom or what we feel may be the blame for our misfortunes. I want the three of you to realize that when each of you were born, within your first breath of life, you filled my heart with a passion I have never known since, it is something very rare and sacred which I carry. The most important thing in life to remember is that it does not matter what material things you have when you leave this earth, what is important is what you take in your heart, leave in other hearts and what you leave behind for the earth.
To my family:
Always remember the warm, balmy nights where we gazed up and into the stars with our mother who rest amongst them now. She traced giant purple people eaters, cut our hair in ways we almost shaved bald but little did we realize, she was planting our footsteps amongst the giants. Our father was not born with a book in his hand on “fathering”, as we were not either. The most important thing to remember is that a measure of a man or woman throughout a lifetime is to have the ability to realize our mistakes and remedy them. I know this will sound familiar: “You will never learn by talking, you will learn by listening.” How will you measure a man for what he has learned in almost a century if you do not simply take the time to listen? To all of you, thank you for giving me the honor of knowing you in our lives, you live within me. Without you all, I would have been blind!
The muddy red African tribes of today survive similarly, to how my ancestors once did which is an appealing attribute; forging the earth for food and using their hands to acquire what is needed to survive although the click of technology would make it much simpler a task. The echo of mystical chants thanking the creator for life remains throughout time and encircles the globe but we are oblivious. We cannot hear past our televisions, our pounding, angry music, we cannot see past our selfishness. Within a twenty four hour world, those sacred sounds are drown out by the sounds of bars dumping beer bottles several times a night, sirens wailing on their way to pick up a drug overdose who has stopped breathing, a gunshot victim, or some other “unfortunate” victim.
We have lost many of the beautiful things given us to create a paradise. We have ignored the cries of the earth and its members as they drown in naked agony. The difference between us and the wild beast of the land is that we are supposed to have higher intelligence, we are supposed to be able to find solutions, we are the caretakers bound to help one another, we are the future and only as strong as our weakest member. At this very moment, our weakest member is dying and it does not take the unsurpassed intelligence of man to realize what that means for the future of humankind. I am guilty as well, I am hypocritical but I am learning to hear the echoes of mystical chants and within those chants, there is a profound sadness as urgency fades and time waits for no one, not me or you.
The Revelation Painting began as simply the religion of the book and through research and evaluation ended in an exposure of truth. It is a truth of the corruption of humanity and selfishness of humankind. Mysteries of Revelation revealed and it is self which self ultimately destroys. To look at the bible, it is a book to teach us the “right” way to exist amongst one another and it states that at the end of time, sons and daughters will become prophets. We can ask ourselves if God gave those gifts, or in simply evaluating our actions, our past and ourselves, we develop the tools required to create change and save not only our world but also our very lives. If only we could sacrifice convenience for time, we could reverse the ignorance and damage we have created while given command of our paradise. I imagine this masterpiece scattered upon the ruins of a world we once called home.
It is massive in size and in its messages. It seems as though the world is spinning out of control in so many ways. There is no place to jump off and start anew, this is what we were given and we are squandering it away and in the end it will be too late to ask who will save us now? Although I am unsure if we are teetering on the edge of the Apocalypse, my Instincts of survival push me forward, yet my intuition tells me to prepare myself and to make things right with our creator. I can start from today to create change, there is no one who can stop me, and I can become responsible and use the charge given me over the earth. In my humility, I can only hope my effort may create change and inspire another.