The light, the mist .... wow

Ok. Whom do you want me to go and scare... Am gonna scare the hell out of sommmmmmbaaaaadddyyy

Reminds me of The Ancient One in the Neverending Story

Listening to the wind and birds before , taken for granted like static noise of your self delusion of your life. Now, I sit quietly listening to what is real, natural & unchangeable with company only of my spirit in silence communicating ...and you do indeed feel the heavy armor we have worn for a lifetime slowly fall like leaves indeed.

How does he get the mist so perfectly misty? What medium is this?

Feeling small, I see this in every picture, feeling swallowed up, insignificant, ignored, introverted at times, so much in these illustrations, I can relate to these feelings, having suffered from crippling depression all my life, almost giving up a few times, down to taking the 24 hr challenge to just wait 24 hours longer, those times it worked, the darkness lifted enough to keep going. The thing is, no one around me actually knew the depths of my pain, I am a master at hiding these feelings, and smiling through it all, that obligatory smile, the one I've loathed at times, yet smiled anyway....thank you for this series, theres so much to see / feel. My biggest advice is to be OK with who you are, realize you're not perfect, no one is. You can't be everything to everyone. For myself my faith has brought the peace that truly does pass all understanding.

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias Ozymandias Pharaoh Rameses II (reigned 1279-1213 BCE). According to the OED, the statue was once 57 feet tall. , King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

You were living with your eyes open wide shut. Now, understand, you live with your eyes shut closed with the light within you to use your moral compass listening to your divine spirit walking by faith , not by sight with an undisturbed peace granting grace & serenity with every thought, feeling, action and word...taking the time for a consensus of body mind, heart... and spirit. If one of those has any doubt, no matter how minute or small...your spirit has silently forewarned & for told what is to be if you go down that beautifully paved path. When unsure, the best action, is no action allowing the divine to intervene with all decided at its due time.

This I leave this section empty and private thoughts of this final extraordinary painting. For me, for you and for everyone's story is different. We have had the tools all along choosing sight over faith. Now you have the responsibility to use your lantern guide others like ourselves out of the darkness into the light. Even if it's just for a moment of clarity that can make all the difference. Hand them your chipped mirror ask them to hold at all times while in your light. You cannot save anyone. You can just love them. They can only save themselves by looking at that mirror and love and respect themselves back to life. With knowledge comes power but with the responsibility to use to heal , not to hurt otherwise you find yourself in somewhere saved specifically for you for all eternity and may God have mercy on you. You may realize you are already where you supposed to be, turn on the light to see the beautiful paved road built for kings & queens.