An angel once told me, "The inevitable consequence of love is the building of Temples."

When artists give form to revelation, their art can advance, deepen and potentially transform the consciousness of their community.

The creative principle is less about dogma and more about opening ourselves to the evolution of consciousness.

The journey of the soul is a vast, interconnected web, a meshwork of beings that are all working out their individual karmas in a collective gumbo, retaining the special flavor in each bite of life. But, the mystery of where we're going, in terms of whether we're going to have a planet that's worth living on after we finish abusing it, whether we'll wake up in time and stop ruining the water, land and skies is a big question mark.

The good that binds us is Love, it comes from our Soul, it flows through our center, and connects us with everything.

It is the prayer of my innermost being to realize my supreme identity in the liberated play of consciousness, the Vast Expanse. Now is the moment, Here is the place of Liberation.

It was 1975. I had spent the year at the Boston Museum School doing some very bizarre performance works. The last one included going to the North Magnetic Pole and spending all of my money.