I am sort of very tired. Please. Watch the video. Do not be foolish or arrogant. Please just be thankful that someone was paying attention. It will be better when we accept that we need to believe with our hearts. My mind has always doubted…my heart has always known. It is Real.
If you cannot believe me, you cannot help me…there is not time for casual avoidance of the eyes in the sky. What is it that you avoid?
You, who claim to love me, hurt me when you do not believe me…even when I am not, nor have I ever been a liar…even when I have shown you pictures taken with a steady hand and a wise eye. Even when I showed you pictures that I could never have drawn six months ago…
You are full of doubt. You are lost. Don’t worry about my children…they will know that my heart is golden, after all.
If you are embarrassed for me, perhaps you should consider why. I have done good work in documenting something spectacular…the fact that even if someone has considerable evidence of a common thread that binds all the old stories…well, people like to doubt. Why, I wonder? Is it because if you know then you can’t un-know. Will it be an inconvenience for you to have to reckon with the fact that something so grievous has occurred that it called up not only saints, but things more powerful than I can bear to witness again…and, thus, you need to listen…please.
There is something deeply flawed …people not knowing and trusting that there is something far more timeless than this week…
This is not vague. This is not creepy. It is real life, captured on film.
I tried to contact the right people. I don’t know if I did. I am trying to do the right thing. This has been the work of more than one person, done by one…please – see that I am not kidding. Why would I have worked so hard, given up so much if it was not something I had/have to do? This was not my plan.
Who would plan this? A lonely life appealing to strangers and suffering the uncomfortable looks from all who know you and claim to love you.
Why would I do it? More importantly, how could I do it? Why is my voice going unheard?
You need to ask yourself why I had to do it alone…and why I will likely continue to do this alone…until I am unable to do this anymore…because it is that important.
Please do not call me. I am going to bed. Thank you. Thus far, for n-o-t-h-i-n-g.