Books of the Southwest presents THE HERMES IN BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S happening in art and reality (and a false reality presented as relatable, sellable biography with no actual truth) to break open that wrong in self-realization for a monumental, global cause. The world-altering artists are in full brilliance and action. As literature shows, they are always necessary especially when freedom and spiritual abundance is threatened and not communicated in the eternal-breaking-through consciousness and Being way, as Homer showed in his epic song, manipulative and cheap rumor (publicists feeding tabloids with a false "conversation" with the public who naively believe they are listening to a 'close, reliable friend'). This comes from an awareness in 750 B.C. and back further. The eternal artistic voice is always internally realized in immediate truth, then just as immediate in the "here and now." Penelope, as the state of internal Beingness, the eternal of her in her (body) "chamber," is the one who speaks the difference of Beingness, which is the opposite of Narcissistic Personality Disorder that defines a very limited, blind culture and existence. It is only a "repetition" of what is heard and not true being fully alive. This escalation of untruths began coming to the challenge of consciousness with a pre-meditated concocted lie about John Mayer in October 2010 brewing from 2008 from a young plagiarist bought entry into the "music" industry with hired marketers and publicists from a capitalist's greed, but with no powers of creation or original content, only repeating what she saw around her and calling it her own. This is the test of the value of art for freeing a culture.

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Postage: One heartbeat to another, across an ocean. 🕊 💌 🌊 🇫🇷 ➕

Dear Purest Love, I am writing to you from my pilgrimage and my crusade, mon pèlerinage et ma croisade, from the South of France. I didn’t know that I would turn my life upside down for you from the moment I first saw you and end up here as you my cause, the cross I gladly picked up and without knowing that I would, laid everything else down for, because I had to. My heart recognized its path out of all the tumult. But truly it began before I saw your face, the miracles unfolding, the crossroads between us. In finding the stories here in historic Provençe leading to us where they were passed down and recorded, I can see...

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