YES HELLO, Reader!!!

Happy Friday! Today is May 8th, and according to the zeitgeist machine, that means it is World Donkey Day! Yes, today is the designated day to appreciate donkeys, so if you happen to know any, please give them a huge hug, an appreciation apple and a congratulation carrot. Tell them that I LOVE them, please & thank you.

Since I don't personally know any four-legged donkeys, sadly, I will instead make a point to give LOVE to my favorite human donkeys. Not asses or Eeyores, per se, but the people in my LIFE with the hardiest work ethics who are actively busy building worlds, engineering culture, or doing hard-labored tasks in order to provide for themselves, their families and their communities. Donkeys are strong, stubborn, reliable, intelligent & loyal creatures. They deserve our respect whether in animal form or their essence expressed in humankind. To ALL the animal & human donkeys out there, I salute you. While my sentiment is entirely apolitical, I totally understand why the Dems chose the donkey as their animal totem. Donkeys are fucking AWESOME.

Damnit. Now, I feel it must be said-- Please do not ASSume that since my verbiage confirms that I do not identify as a democrat, that it means I swing the other way. Counter to what you may believe, it is totally possible to liberate yourself from aligning with divisive mass movements. When you see GOD in ALL it becomes really counterintuitive to engage with the angry hate machine that is American/World politics. We can LOVE others without needing to agree with them. We are not our opinions. We are not our thoughts. We are not even our bodies, y'all. There in an eternal, undying, divine awareness awake in every living creature that lovingly unifies us ALL and THAT is the light I see shining behind everyone's eyes. When I say PEACE FOR ALL, I mean ALL. Feeling triggered by my stance? Watch this 2 minute bit by John Cleese on the benefits ov political extremism.

But hey, this isn't a space for discussing politics. Nay. This is a space for ARTE. Let's delve into that which unites & inspires, instead ov dwelling on the divisive & schismatic. After ALL, Venus Day is a day dedicated to beauty, LOVE, harmony, pleasure, creativity & romance. I worship in the Cathedral ov ARTE & Friday is my Sabbath.

With The MUSE as my guide, I channeled a ready-hang, analog collage on wood this week. This piece is titled "Scintillating Smithsonite." (Which is really fun to say aloud. Try it.) This is my favorite piece I have made in awhile. Please enjoy. Zoom in; have a ball!

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As you probably know, on Sunday it is Mother's Day, which, let's be real, is way more notable than World Donkey Day. One quick word on the matter. The day after my bufo ceremony, my heart blown wide open, I boarded a train from Portland to Seattle. There was a woman sitting behind me talking on the phone. It was evident to me that she was speaking with her young children. The loving coo in her voice. The gentle nature ov her explaining her train surroundings. The offer to FaceTime them later when she walked around the train to show them what it looked like. The inquiry if they were excited to take a train with her someday in the future. The sweet words crafted to remove any fear from their minds about the temporary physical separation from their Mother while she embarked on an unfamiliar journey. The undeniable support & LOVE.

It heavily dawned on me in that moment that a Mother's LOVE is the closest thing we have to GOD'S LOVE on this planet. Tears poured from my heart through my eyes in gratitude for this Mother's LOVE for her children and thus, for the gratitude ov my own Mothership, who unwaveringly LOVES me despite ALL my wild, obtuse, dangerous, contrarian, edge-lord phases & thus once again, gratitude tears for the LOVE ov the Divine Mother-- GOD.

At one point during the long train ride back, I heard the familiar voice ov the Mother seated behind me telling her travel companion that she was headed to sit in the dining car. When she got up and walked past me I was able to spot what she looked like. She was short and dressed in black with big, long, wavy dark hair peppered with specs ov silver. Ten minutes later I got up and walked to the dining car in search for her. I found her seated in a chair that faces the window, where she sat with a closed book in her lap, just watching the green world zip by. Her bag was on the seat next to her, so I crouched down at her knee and said, "Excuse me. I overheard you speaking to your kids on the phone earlier. I just wanted to say that it was so beautiful to witness your LOVE for them that I cried. You are a really good mom and they are super lucky to have you. Thank you."

With a massive smile and tears welling in her eyes she just started repeating, "Oh my GOD, thank you! That it so kind! Thank you; That is so kind! Thank you!", as I got up and walked back to my seat.

When your heart is overflowing with LOVE you HAVE to share it with others. She had given me such a sacred glimpse ov the power & divinity ov a Mother's LOVE that I was fearlessly compelled to approach a "stranger" to be a human mirror and beam some LOVE back to her, offering her a moment ov recognition and appreciation. Being kind to strangers is bloomin'. Letting people know how they've positively impacted you is bloomin'. Multiplying & spreading LOVE is the most bloomin' thing you can do!

Happy Mother's Day to ALL the Mothers out there. You have the most sacred job on the planet and I salute you! Your LOVE makes the world a bloomin' place to be! THANK YOU!

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So, I am the kind ov person who LOVES to fervently believe in paranormal, mystical and sometimes conspiratorial phenomena. I believe in aliens, angels, astral projection, apparitions, and astrology, y'all. Adversely, my beloved boyfriend, while open-minded and totally cool, requires evidence in order to recognize something as true. He is very logical & practical and is super keen on detecting bullshit. He's one ov those people that doesn't simply accept the information presented to him as TRUTH, no matter the source. ALL secondhand information goes through his rigorous mental speculation where he dissects, digests and deliberates on the matter. Justin is the antithesis ov a lemming. He's an undupable dude, weary ov charlatans, conmen and gurus. He is frequently pointing out my logical fallacies and where I am failing to use my critical thinking skills when I excitedly present him with the outlandish theories, conspiracies, "new science," and phenomena that I come across online. We will have hours long discourse about these topics and it always ends up in one ov two ways... me seeing my critical-thinking folly and humbly eating crow, or an absolute stalemate where we lovingly agree to disagree. It is really beautiful and thrilling to LOVE someone despite worldview differences. A priceless education in the LIFE lesson that I am not my opinions, and to not take it as a personal attack when someone doesn't agree with me. How liberating!

ALL this to say, the other day I called Justin to tell him about how I realized I was totally duped in a DREAM I had just woken from. The DREAM took place in a large, wooden, fish-market warehouse where vendors had stations set up to sell their catches and present theatrical food demonstrations for the hungry & curious public. There was a massive hoard ov people surrounding a popular fish vendor, but I walked past the crowd and headed towards a lonely oyster merchant. He had large bowls overflowing with jellied oysters already shucked from their shells, baskets ov empty oyster shells, and the thing that caught my eye the most-- a singular dish with dozens ov large, shimmering, black pearls. I inquired about the price ov the smokey orbs. They were $50 a piece. I was barefoot with tattered clothes, like a little peasant child, and did not have any DREAM dollars to spend. I showed such fascinated interest in the black pearls that the merchant took pity on me. He said, "Here kid, I'll cut you a deal. You can have this bag ov free oyster bones." He tossed me a plastic ziplock baggie full ov tiny Y-shaped bones that looked like miniature wish bones, or skeletal dowsing rods. I was absolutely elated. The excitement ov being given oyster bones was so immense that I awoke from the DREAM.

It didn't take long for my waking mind to apply the critical thinking skills required to realize that I had been duped. "WAIT, OYSTERS DO NOT EVEN HAVE BONES!"

After recounting this vivid DREAM and the realization that I was tricked to Justin he was quiet for a minute so I asked what he thought. He said, "I think the next TIME you come to me espousing some stupid shit you read online as TRUTH, I am going to tell you that you have been sold some oyster bones."

I cackled. And thus, a new phrase has been introduced into the lexicon ov my world. "Snake oil" will forever be replaced with "oyster bones." You are welcome to adopt this terminology into your own vernacular. Last week I practiced the ARTE ov DREAM manifestation by bringing DREAM blood with me into waking LIFE; this week, I have the term "oyster bones."

So, Reader. May you always buy authentic black pearls rather than oyster bones. May your honest heart guide you in accurately discerning between the two. While it is fun and fascinating to delve into the ocean ov other people's eccentric and wild TRUTHS, the TRUTH that is most sacred, relevant & interesting is the TRUTH you find in your own heart center. May you make the TIME to sit still so you can listen to the whispers within. Thank you for taking the TIME to read my TRUTH. I LOVE you, no matter what opinions you have. You are an individuated fractal ov GOD and I salute you.

BIG LOVE

GOLD BLESS YOU

JAI KALI MA!

YOUR FRIENDLY CYBERHOOD NEIGHBOR,

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P.P.S. Please admire the aesthetic brilliance ov this pile ov trash that consists entirely ov the debris I removed from the many rescued placard board collage canvases I scored at Goodwill. I have wooden spines for the next 13 pieces. Cleaned, scraped & edges painted. Does anyone else have pareidolia and see a Homer Simpson in the chaos?

Here I will draw in some faint lines with a black digital pixel pen to show you the Homer I see:

P.P.P.S. Here is a peek inside the sketchbook with some fresh ink this week:

P.P.P.S.L.O.L. I am stoked to announce that I have been accepted to be a vendor at the Punk Rock Flea Market June 19-21. Come out and support my first ever solo ARTE vending self-employment IN THE FLESH gig!! I will be selling my original, one-ov-a-kind, handmade postcards & large scale analog collages. Here is the flyer:

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