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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Up from 'The Crosses' of Las Cruces on the Jornada del Muerto there is a 400 year old Juniper Tree

 

Conservatives would like for us to learn the Hebrew Bible and abide by it as the rules for our lives. I grew up with it. My name is in Jacob's prophecy, "Until Shiloh comes.” I am female. I knew as a child they didn’t like females, and later I saw that the curse in Genesis occurs at a reference to my name, of course in a sacred grove. I dearly love the forest where I live, the Lincoln National Forest.


The opening of Willa Cather's novel Death Comes for the Archbishop follows the path up with references to the Jornada del Muerto of a red rock terrain and which is near my home in New Mexico. It is the description of the bishop arriving. (My father was a minister.)


"The blunted pyramid, repeated so many hundred times upon his retina and crowding down upon him in the heat, had confused the traveller, who was sensitive to the shape of things. “Mais c’est fantastique!” he muttered, closing his eyes to rest them from the intrusive omnipresence of the triangle. When he opened his eyes again, his glance immediately fell upon one juniper which differed in shape from the others. It was not a thick-growing cone, but a naked, twisted trunk, perhaps ten feet high, and at the top it parted into two lateral, flat-lying branches, with a little crest of green in the centre, just above the cleavage. Living vegetation could not present more faithfully the form of the Cross. The traveller dismounted, drew from his pocket a much worn book, and baring his head, knelt at the foot of the cruciform tree."

That road is just miles outside my front door. There’s a 400 year old Juniper tree there.

Michelangelo painted the entire Sistine Chapel Ceiling about my name, from the front door to the back wall, which also happens to be about my last name. He painted it in the years matching the verses of Genesis 49: 08-12: from 1508 to 1512, on purpose. (My name is in 49:10, which contains my birthdate and John Mayer's.) On the 500 year anniversary in 2008, unaware of this, I walked into Willa Cather's photograph of herself in front of a cathedral from a balcony in Santa Fe. John was singing "No One" with Alicia Keys that night at the Grammys. We were about to come to know each other.

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