A heartless Sabbath breeds extinction. Ritual becomes the mundane and the mundane ritual. The heart has become time, the beat that keeps the moment, eternal patience. Collective has become private so we may relate in the unknown, deeply connected to one another in the ethereal minds of non-existence, the conscious body world, the void. Worlds become manifest through fantasy, and exponentially trust, deeply harnessing the self within the self, to express the known truth. At peace under the skin, relaxed, we are who we say we are.
It is the giving and receiving of prayers that generate the isolation of intention, moments to remember give power to the force that creates dust. Ephemeral blessings bring through the humor of love, deep-seeded in unconditional acceptance. Meditation, concentration, trance, focus, force, power, essential gifts to the self, Freedom in expression of desire has taught the world to be vulnerable to the absolute.
Adornments and objects used in sacred ritual, talismans , fetishes, and heirlooms. Devotion, dedication, and passion give respect to the one who wears it. It all comes into the vibrancy of the collector, the appreciation of the possession, a “thing” of a unique character, born from this place of heart within someone else.
Ritual, the possession of freedom incarnate thru the body. Sensations and divine interaction. Gratifying the appearance of fantasy, working limitless in reality. The archetypes of our internal landscaped universe giving way to ocular wetness. Remembering, healing and the discovery, the trigger of awareness through balance and disharmony.
We invoke the necessity of pure experience through objects that trigger memory, sight, feel, sense, extensions of our expression, connections of the heart and the devotion of intention manifest through the hands and the natural worlds gifts that surround us… wood, shell, feather, skin, hair, stone, fire, the blade… The collector resides embodied in the fragments of creation.