About the Author
Although Jon has suffered from a mental illness since birth, he has never allowed it to overcome his incredible talents. His artistic genius presented itself when he was quite young. Throughout his tumultuous life, Jon has created an impressive and extensive art collection and has produced a series of unique web designs. His passion to create is a need to establish inner healing in the way in which he steps outside of himself as a spectator of his character. His work serves as both a launching pad for personal growth and interpersonal communication in his often generous way of touching others with his art. In addition to his visual art creations Jon has recently completed his most unique and insightful progeny – The Other Side of Sight.
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Every life can be collected as a group of its own memories and thoughts. This assortment of energy can be conducted as an inner process or more unusually one that has an outward projection. As the years tend to wear us into the weathered forms of life’s often-disorderly and chaotic conditions we lose touch with the substructure of an exquisite origin that cradled us in preexistence. It’s imperative to take hold of who we are and everything we have been in a reunification of ourselves. Or at least I imagine the process should be. We all need to feel that our lives are important in some way. If not to someone else than at least to ourselves. In society we find importance in positions. But what about those who fall beneath the grand design set forth by society? Some of us succumb to the perils of a mental illness that pulls beneath the surface of civilization. Our contributions can take on the form of a raw intellectual balancing act. In this world of enlightenment and technological miracles we find irrelevance in a vast majority of many existences that all have something unique to share. But many of us find ourselves overflowing in the fountain of a realm that has incorporated so intuitively into our psyches the idols of material existence. Our identities burn much deeper in the impassioned questions of children as we relate to creation. Many of us live and breathe the pursuit of happiness as the system manufactures us to believe that it can be found in the absurdity of its mundane structure. And too many of us are overlooked for the meaning of our parts that are presumably infinitesimal in an ocean that does in fact create ripples with the touch of rain. As being a design unto oneself that has been locked into a tragedy of reflection this journey through the continuance of age further perpetuates a life of submergence. But some of us refuse to be devoured by the insatiable appetite of an invisible nature. Which is in alliance with the bizarre enterprise of a seemingly meaningless fabrication of reality. Our faith in the assemblages of a secular world can starve in the deprivation of disappointments and must somehow be developed in a union with the characteristics of our own integrity. We strive towards the evolution of realization in our growth and strengthen our inner sanctuaries to become the eye that gazes into a passionate eternity in the violence of the most furious hurricane. Our minds need to be fortified in maintenance just as though they are machines of a divine energy that have been challenged to unite. When we reach the end of the reel that comes to gather our dynamics for some of us it means toiling through intestines that are ferocious with the uncertainty of existence. I imagine that the majority of individuals who have walked this earth have tasted the misfortune of losing their minds to the prisons of circumstance, and more currently to the collective horror that gave birth to a new millenium of terror. We all cry out at some point and madness is so fluently embedded in the history of mankind. In today’s world of increasingly heightened and justified paranoia the touch of a feverish mania is becoming feared beyond compassion. The fruits of a wildly accelerated process can be the violent waves of a tragic chaos if one never desires to tame the fire in conjunction with civilized conduct. But this terrifying condition that can actually go as far as to desert our existential being in the impossibility of ourselves can also be harnessed into a blossoming masterpiece of idealized beauty. The sheer concentration of creativity into the kinetic energy of a transcendental system is capable of texturing a joy that is unimaginable. The process of reeling in the orchestration of life’s symphony should always consist of listening to something greater than the gravity of our own nature. So of things that I remember these are the things that I remember most:
