On my 25th birthday I attended a ceremony where I was taught a lesson about love. I was shown a line of women: a mom and her daughter, then my grandmother, then my mom, I could feel something building up inside me, and then the dog that lived with us since I was 15 appeared. Her eyes like a well staring back at me, a love so giving that expected nothing in return, pure. I exploded. Out of me came thousands, millions of rays of light until I sitting in space. I understood that that’s where I am and always will be, and that from there, I could go wherever, whenever because every single point in space and time is connected, by the light.
In mysticism, as in modern physics, light is a recurrent theme, but it wasn’t until I had a direct experience that I began noticing. What you see in this series are depictions of my learning. Each one is a tribute to honor the knowledge that has manifested.
“The day when we shall know exactly what “electricity” is, will chronicle an event probably greater, more important than any other recorded in the history of the human race.”