From Artist-in-Residence to Medium-in-Residence

When I was in seventh grade, I had a set of keys to the art room. I would arrive hours before school along with the janitor, let my self into the art room, and set to work on whatever project I had been commissioned or asked to do. But I wouldn't get to work before putting on a garish costume I called "eccentric" and "idiosyncratic", it involved a kimono over an ill-fitting silk gown with a clashing flower print. Today, I discovered that I can wear pigtails again, because I'm finally at that age where you want to look like you want to look younger. Tonight, after a late reading, I put a kimono on over a Navajo skirt, and I realized, I am finally at that age where you want to look you want to look like you don't care. Enjoyed talking to people's passed on parents today. I even thought I heard Robin Williams yelling, "Yippee!!" at the top of his lungs. I have moments where I just wish I could live in a temple or tower somewhere in the desert, just existing...steeping in the essence of spirit...channeling the artists of yesterday into the dawns of tomorrow...with nothing else to do.

I feel like I am so full I am going to burst...that I have so much love and so much to share with the world, that I can't possibly. I feel like I don't have anything like the amount of time I need to catch up with my timeless immortal soul friends. How, can I utilize all of the knowledge gained over thousands of years? How can I help folks to remember the depth and the dimensions of their ancient and multidimensional personality essence? It can feel like such a burden, like the knowledge can be useless and futile outside of the context of readings, clearings and healing sessions. I know how it can be employed, but it takes a level of cosmic awareness that goes beyond ordinary understanding. Mundane tasks can be a welcome relief, but I feel like time is running out, because the world needs major change to happen faster that the speed of light. Stat.