Galactic Folk Art – (the story)
I had been meditating off and on for over 20 years. When I moved to Florida after my divorce, I started to look for my tribe. I was guided to a small meditation/ message circle in Sarasota. It was a weekly Monday open meet-up hosted by Melissa, a medium from birth.
Upon my arrival, she asked me as she pointed up at a star, “Hey, Billy, did you see the spaceship?” I looked at the star and her skeptically. It slowly moved back and forth over the treetops across the street.
At said meet-up, I met another medium from Sweden named Karin. I told her that I was a writer and had just finished my second book of a collection of short stories. Subsequently, she received a message from Spirit that I needed to make paintings to go along with my short stories. I looked at her skeptically, just like Melissa, and her assertion about the spaceship.
In the wake of the assertion, I kept tabs on said “spacestar” nightly while I meditated on my boat dock. What I noticed was that it had a mind of its own. It didn’t follow the gravitational pull like the rest of the stars.
A couple of months later, I had some friends, the Crawfords and Patty Kennedy Lucky, over to my place to meditate and share some pub grub and finger foods. I took my friends outside and said, “Hey, guys, did you see my spaceship?” They just scoffed at me and said, “Ain’t no spaceship, Billy!” We made our way back inside, but I forgot my phone on my boat dock.
When I got outside, I looked up and saw this big red rock hovering in space. I snapped some pictures and called my friends to come and look at what I was seeing. I snapped a few more pictures and then Patty, a medium, intuitively told me that they wanted me to take a picture of the spectacle.
Not so ironically, I met Greg Martins, a retired NASA engineer and ET communicator, through the Crawfords. I asked him if he could assess the pictures I had taken after setting the scene and subsequent events to him. This is the dissertation he gave me after he meditated on it for 1 1/2 hours:
The great shutdown of 2020 was upon us, our lives were being altered drastically. I was about to embark on a ride I did not see coming. I was living by myself and was only supposed to live in my trailer for six months.
My landlords, a brother and sister, are in Canada. They wouldn’t be coming back to Florida anytime soon due to the pandemic restrictions. They also said I could use anything in their storage shed after I told them I wanted to touch up the paint on the walls of their mobile home, since I had time on my hands.
I continued to meditate with my “spacestar“. After touching up and painting the small kitchen, I had the urge to continue painting. I started receiving vivid inspiration and guidance from the stars. I woke up one morning with a paintbrush in my hand and started to paint portraits.
I had never painted anything except a fence, having been a building contractor in California for over 30 years.
What I meant to say about the guidance was that I intuitively was being told what to paint, how much, what color, and to what form. I began receiving visions of sacred geometric shapes and was flooded with ideas nonstop for the next three months. I was obsessed, to say the least, and was also guided to incorporate just the right amount of glitter to some portraits and to seal the artwork with clear polyurethane.
They were all painted on pieces of plywood that I got out of the shed. The tailgate of my pickup truck was my easel parked in my carport. I could not wait to wake up and paint as I produced 20 paintings.
Then one day, I woke up after three months, and the muse was gone. I went from working on three paintings at once to not even being able to do anything on a single one. The energy had been sublime and Divine. It was as if I had been on some cosmic elixir.
I realized the paintings contained light codes for the Age of Aquarius, which was confirmed later. But the time to share them wasn’t until now. It was pretty obvious my connection with the galactic beings had been guiding me.
