Come Up Hither; Will

Hand-held mask, sculpture
Agate and wood
Photo by artist
60X41X26 cm

COME UP HITHER; WILL
I heard clearly from deep, darkness. I was set on my feet and low I was in the midst of her, crystals. The sound of a
might river, raging. I saw it, it became gentle as it came close to me, as an infinite wall in length and breathe. I
wasn’t afraid; there is stillness in this atmosphere. It swallowed me up, yet I didn’t drown. It enveloped the whole
earth, clear as the deepest blue skies. Just as the big bang, an explosion, a rush of electricity up my spine as my
eyes gently opened, I was seeing again although it seemed as it is through a keyhole. Every glance I managed to
catch speedily was in my past. Yet, I am confident, I am unshaking, I was standing on a solid rock. I have really
longed to enter these gates. I looked again and my foot wasn’t on the ground. I was in fast motion at the speed of
light and yet I felt no air on my face. The rock which I stood on had been buried in my soul, yet light as a feather I
glide. My face!, my face! Where am I? What sort of transport system is this? It feels right and I know I can never
stop. Can I? Lapping like a dog, I squinted my eyes to see more and behold my face was staring back right in my
face. Trembling I asked; why do you have my face. You have no face here, she answered. In that moment, just at
the top right corner of my head came a gentile knowing. I am in me. I am the river, I am the coals of fire, I am joy;
the atmosphere that portals into all possibilities.