It is perhaps the rarest but most significant thing in the world when a person realizes
that they are enough. Right now, right where they are. It comes in a flash of recognition.
It is the first and last freedom! It is Pure Identity.
We are the world. This I structure creates the universe from an internal idea.
The sun rises, the stars are dazzling light,
The oceans comb their surface with waves of joy, everything created is created
Or co-created by this I structure. We are the world. So which you, which world?
Will we create today?
The point of power is always now. Hard to believe, but this is the basic truth of reality.
The sound is hushed.
The wave of thought well formed,
With ample space between.
Purpose is proposed upon itself.
Across a smooth back-drop,
The sky is clear,
The division sharp.
All things are dispersed
To their proper place.
There is peace within!
About me. A man or woman is defined by their passion or desire.
As a teenager I was an all-city football player in love with Judy McBride (who became Richelle, Rick, and Chet’s mother). After high school I went to the Pasadena Playhouse. I was on fire to be a great actor. But that fire was redirected into fine art under the loving guidance of Keith Finch (one of the most famous and inventive painters during the fifties and sixties). My study, or learning process, was a long drawn out affair; I loved all styles of art but would vacillate between abstract and realism.
In the late seventies I was contracted by the N.F.L. (through a wild business associate named Mike Brawsen). Over the course of the next five or six years I did posters, game day covers and many other projects for most of the N.F.L. teams, as well as a great many other sports franchises. I also met Arnold Schwarzenegger in the late seventies. He liked what I was doing with my sports art and invited me to help him promote his Mr. Olympia contest through poster art. My wife and I became pretty good friends with
Of course, during all of this, my children were quickly growing up. Rick, my oldest boy was in his own rock band, Chet was making us laugh with his wild and often bizarre inventions, and Richelle had started the first vegetarian restaurant in town.
The late eighties was kind of crazy, Judy and I met many celebrities, and at times were involved with movie people. I remember Sylvester Stallone having our family up to meet him during his editing of his second movie, Paradise Alley; he was so great with the kids. It was really a fun day with Sly. I did work for him on Paradise Alley.
During this time commercial art was paying the bills but my heart was always pursuing my private visions (my love affair with the Vast Mind - this is the name I still use to describe that presence that is really all of us). In my early forties I studied that vast mind at the
At fifty years old, I studied acting with the famous theater director Jackie Cowgill. Acting was still in my blood (I studied acting at the Pasadena Playhouse when I nineteen). Jackie Cowgill was later to direct my wife’s one act play The Phone Call’ in
In my early fifties the kids were out of school; Chet had been awarded as being the best Artist in the
Judy and I decided to move from
Judy was creating furiously and she developed one of the most fluent, yet inventive, writing styles I’ve ever read.
But life being what it is, my wife and I felt the urge to return to
It has all gone by so fast. At my age now (though I’m still eighteen at heart) the important thing is my dream, or speaker, art, and trying to share my vision with as many like minds as possible. That’s why, with the help of the great Chet ( www.chetzar.com ) I’ve started a blog and web site.
I still wake every morning grumbling my way through duties until I can get to the “magic time”. That’s when anything is possible and I try to capture it in my dream catcher’s net called art.
From swollen thoughts
pressed in comported spheres
of unconscious days
in diamond-cut light
lost civilizations review their call.
From scattered dreams,
floating like streamers
in epic waves,
a correspondence is whispered
into the hummingbird heart
of he who waits
in suspended thrill
for the sonar echoes
of holistic display
exploding in his brain
in archetype symbols.
Reassembling in zigzag scenarios,
Settling in luminous frames,
within the dreams
of our 20th century days.
To run with the wolf pack of night, to make love with the maiden of dream! - To sit with the elders at the counsel of dawn. Desire and reason teach children to play- and old men and women to sing the song of eternity. This is the tribe of my being – the heart of the warrior, the mind of the poet, the body of a dancer, a soul that sits in the center of all there is.
God cannot be found in the chat rooms of the mind. God is craftily hidden in each pathos of the moment’s point of power. God or love or pure identity is the flight of the alone into the sacred alone. Here absolute value is explored in silence. This is motionless wisdom. This is the enormous quality of being from which all consciousness forms itself into living beings
The point of power is now. The point of pure identity is now. One’s life can be changed, enriched healed, only now. He or she who lives in the moment’s total event is free blessed and joyfully fulfilled. We usually live in various degrees of anxiety because our minds are pasting or futuring without being centered here and now, immortality is here and now.