Blurred Lines

Is this heart  tied or supported? Is it old and worn out or weathered and full of depth? Is it trapped or just suspended in its own comfortable surroundings? Can we tell it's story by it's imperfections? If it were plump and shiny would you be more attracted to it? There are so many ways of seeing.

Just beyond

I stopped for a picture and just beyond this point is where I found the package apparently meant for me.

Collage Tag Found

This tag was attached to the odd looking stack of hand painted journal pages, I found as I trekked by camel back, through the coral sands of the Wadi Rum desert. They were wrapped  tightly together by a strange luminescent fabric and a red string. The sun caught a corner, as it peeked through the endless rolls of bellowing dunes, and a sharp ray of light pierced by eye with a direct, purposeful stab. I carefully unwrapped the mysterious package, from another world, as if it were the last present on Christmas morning.  

A Broken Wing Mixed Media Painting

Another mixed media painting came together today. Although I never feel finished  I felt to birth her now. I do not know how she broke her wing yet...I'm sure I will get the message at some point.

TRANMISSION FROM THE FUTURE

I grabbed this off of the renegade channel called TheSansarian on Youtube. Here is the link http://www.youtube.com/user/TheSansarian?feature=mhum to "The Sansarian" Channel where you can find more of "her" making her art journal pages. Yes the ones that will be in the book, illustrating the story. You see, along with magically finding these journal pages from the future, I was allured on to this channel aswell, where again she has been telling me her story. It is a funny transmission and when I contacted Youtube and asked them where it was coming from they couldn't tell me. They said this was the only channel that has come in on waves that are of a chaotic nature. What ever that meant.

Mysterious Paper

There is something curious about old dress patterns. Reminds me of my mother who sewed all my clothes until I was eleven and revolted. They are secret papers really not handled much by the men of the family. If these beige, delicate, transparent papers were to be found thousands of years from now, they would look awfully mysterious. Are they directions to a buried treasure possibly? It must be some ancient code accessible only by those who have passed down the key. I suppose it would tell us, to go both ways, and that the number seven was very important. It would be a great place to hide some womens secrets don't you think. Ponder this and take notes. There are more things to discover about Sansaria's world.

If there ever was a reason to write...

I've thought from day one that I am simply "the receiver" of this idea for the novel.. Now I can't find an explanation for what has happened. On Jan 24, 2010 I was in Ma'in, Jordan, in a cave, in a hot springs hearing stories about mythological women. We were to choose one that we felt most connected to. I didn't know many so our guide told me a story about Inanna. I thought she sounded pretty good so I said Okay I will be her. I remember thinking I wish there was one that was a little more on the creative side. For the rest of the trip and continuing emails they refer to me as Inanna.  When I got home from my trip I started to read all my old notes that I have been writing for about 7 years and haven't looked at for three and a half. (in reference to this story that Ive been trying to write.) Now this is about 40 pages and scraps of paper to go through and it looks kind of like a crazy womens wall paper. Under the Arab continent for the "message carrier" I had written Inanna. Mind you this was three 1/2 years ago and I have extensive research on seven other continents. Have no idea where it came from but lets say for the sake of argument I saw a program on TV about this Goddess of the Earth and Sky and just simply scribbled it in. The weird part is that why was this the only Goddess story that my guide in Jordan told me. Do you know how many there are? Then why did I choose it without a strong feelings attached to it. Two weeks  later when I'm reading more of my notes, I see her name again and she is the only name that is mentioned in all of my notes besides the main characters and she ends up winning  this challenge and becomes "the universal creator"of my entire story. Why wouldn't I have remember this very important name? How could it be an unfathomable coincident that there are to absolute conditions to this connection. This is impossible to explain and has given me the "power" and "purpose" to finish this apparently very important book. Kind of creepy... or as we say "synchronistic". Apparently we are being guided, which funny enough is what my book is about.