A vision of courage and protection. It represents the fearful strength of choosing to live in Light and Love.
An ode to God’s most marvelous creation – existence itself. It is depicting God as the ultimate essence of space and time. God is awareness. The superior consciousness reflecting back to us as we gaze beyond our constructed system of reality, yearning to reconnect with our eternal origin.
Innocence broken in a garden of roses. Exhausted from pain, she sleeps in the dark. Above, in the utmost helplessness and grief, there is a silent force that holds our soul in its arms. It is the Light that exceeds darkness, even in the middle of death. The beams that pierce through the void, even if our gaze is blinded to its existence.
A young boy lives in England alongside a jobless father and an older sister. Barely having food to eat and bruised from the ridicule he receives at school, he wonders if there is more to human existence than the system which calls itself his home. Throwing rocks around on the pavement, he sets his curious eyes towards the sky. In his blue eyes reflecting wisdom and behind his rosy cheeks a deep sense of sadness for the world. He is pure and he is innocent. He belongs with the stars.
At an orphanage in rural Bulgaria, an autistic girl is sitting in the corner. Holding letters to her mother which will never be sent. A garden of disabled children who have been left to idle away, consumed by their yearnings and thoughts. She is rocking in her chair holding letters in her beaten hands, next to porcelain children who once loved to laugh and dance. Malnutritioned bodies and glorious visions of motherly love.
“Behold, I teach you the Superman! Man is something that is to be surpassed. What have you done to surpass man? All beings hitherto have created something beyond themselves: and you want to be the ebb of that great tide, and would rather go back to the beast than surpass man? What is the ape to man? A laughing-stock, a thing of shame. And just the same shall man be to the Superman: a laughing-stock, a thing of shame. You have made your way from the worm to man, and much within you is still worm. Once were you apes, and even yet man is more of an ape than any of the apes. Even the wisest among you is only a disharmony and hybrid of plant and phantom. But do I bid you become phantoms or plants? Lo, I teach you the Superman!” (F. Nietzsche)
The megalomania within us is leading humanity’s ego-driven march towards emptiness. Behind the veil of fulfillment and self-worth, we are sold ideals and visions to gratify our yearning for superiority and success. Never complete, we will stand as the emperors of our own kingdom built on confusion and decay.
The power of profit and greed feasts on the bodies of dead soldiers. And people hear not the lost nameless men laying in trenches.
I cannot promise you to be an angel. I cannot promise to be alive. I cannot promise to resemble the heavens, or blue and silky skies. I cannot promise you beauty, nor a gentle rain. I am a child, an elder, a boiling blood, a forgotten breed of the heavenly scarred. I am human. I am I. I am the stormy sky. I am the lost empowered souls that survive.
“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
I’m a Rocket man
Burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time…” (B. Taupin/E. John)
There is an Essence that is waiting to be fulfilled. A clarity of being that is witnessed amongst the starry skies, smelled in the ocean waves and experienced in true friendships. The fearfully wonderful reality of the right to become alive.
The miraculous weight of existence pressing down on the core of our phyche. The marvellous heavyness bestowed upon us. Within are the answers, within is the silent melody of the infinite Light. Listen to the prophets! Follow the Stars! Witness the glorious existence given to you by God.
A glorious march back into destruction. A human being, in its idea of grandiosity, reduced back to an ape. Life matters not and death prevails in a land of homogenous hate and perpetual fear.
For the first time, humanity is stepping into an era in which it will have willingly passed on its own soul. An era in which the trembling human hand will succumb to the power of a superior consciousness. It will lead a way to the final chapter of our species, completing our final arrival to the totality of oblivion. No one else left to blame, we will have let down our own kind.
