Let me tell you, it's a great reckoning finding out that this reality we live in is really so illusory as to be the most "impossible" thing about life. Once you start seeing people disappear in front of your eyes, synchronicities arise so perfectly orchestrated for your needs, and flowers that make you cry....the story you've been fed becomes the biggest lie you've ever heard.
Letting go of the strict limitations allows your family to connect with you. Call them your Higher Self, guides, ancestors, or extraterrestrials; you are surrounded by a myriad of friends living in multiple forms and they interact with you all the time.
The Carpet Hunters are a group of entities that I call "Internal Tourists." Rather than get into fuel-powered spacecraft to jump between planetary locations, travel is done with intention. We set the coordinates, the time period, and we go. We drop in, stay for a series of lives, and serve others with anonymity, until it's time to head to another area of the galaxy to spread some secret light. The name Carpet Hunters is a humorous analogy for a magic carpet. And the hunters part? We start in separation, and engage in a galactic treasure hunt to reassemble again.
So far, I've identified 3 humans (including myself), one Reptilian (who takes on human form sometimes), one Zeta Reticuli, someone with tentacles, and one who likes to remain mostly invisible in a plasma state. If this sounds like superhero stuff, well, remember that fiction always mirrors reality. Those innovative writers putting such stories down into words are channeling from "the field" that anyone can tap into, as soon as their beliefs allow it.
This work started with a very strange watercolor painting created in Rebelle 3, which was then sliced up in Photoshop and rearranged a LOT. Manipulation occurred, and I sat staring at it for a really long time, knowing it wasn't done yet. That's when the "smear campaign" began.
There are 7 entities represented here. Can you find them? I'll give you a hint: I'm represented by the rose at the bottom, as it's my favorite flower as I walk the Hollywood Hills. The more roses on a street, the more often you'll find me there.
This is apparently the first in a series, because I can see others coming behind it. As I perfect my channeling skills, the instructions get easier and I keep my human art critic at bay. So consider this one a practice piece, to expand my technique. Note that earlier in my life I was a professional quilter, so cutting up squares and rearranging them is something I am quite familiar with. I even used to paint my own fabric before the chopping began.
Created in Rebelle 3 on handmade paper; rearranged and finished in Photoshop.
There is a Spotify playlist to go along with it: