art.
Life imitates art. I made a movie about catching leprechauns; and in the motion picture, I chased them down, got them to show me and tell me where was the gold. I then made my current life around this piece of art, took what I thought was a finished product across the country to California. Fate and destiny knocked again hence I am in metro Detroit.
I felt that God had warned me before the billion dollar hurricane hit and thus made a covenant with me like Noah. Although I could not express it to others, I lead via deed and action. I found the quote: “it is not good that the man shall be alone (54).” On my journey, I had two tangible rewards in the form of a guardian I met in Santa Barbara and also a sex teacher / goddess in metro Detroit. I created poetry and exotic fantasies on the beach, with an island on the horizon in Santa Barbara. I put my fantasies onto paper. Even though God did not tell me exactly what to do, something inside of me told me to create a movie and start writing on that same beach. This life I was leading was richer than all of my fantasies combined and I trace that back to creating wealth via putting my fantasies in tangible art forms.
Dreams become reality. My dream of an ancient lifelike village starts with me as a shaman or leader warning the people that my village is about to be attacked by a terrible storm that is brewing. My people listened and agreed to change and before I awoke on the happy morning before my long journey, I saw a rising yellow sun over a huge mountain at the orange horizon. By the time the large white eye of the Hurricane hit New Orleans, I was in Detroit, Mi, looking at purple flowers, gold, platinum and diamond records in and around my new stomping grounds. It was a