It is said, by numerous quantum physicists, that nothing in this universe is lost or gained. It is said, by ancient sages, that "there is nothing new under the sun". Scientific studies have shown that nothing new can be created; and nothing can be utterly detroyed...only changed. There is always the same amount of energy; it just changes form.

As technologies advance and discoveries are made, I, too, advance and discover myself. A word came to me in a dream last night. It was written in bold lettering upon a compilation CD of songs that have made a positive impact on my mind. The word was: Reanimation.
As I awakened, it was as if Isis kissed my mind with a revelation that she had previously hidden quite well.

Dear Ones,
For every death, there is a birth....somewhere. For every scream of pain, there is a cry of ecstacy. When something is being destroyed at point A, something is being simultaneously created at point Z. Visa Versa. It is balance. It is the ancient circular symbol of the serpent or dragon devouring its own tail. Nothing is lost or gained. Nothing is truly created, nor truly destroyed.

Shall we say, then, that creation is not really creation? It is reanimation. It is resurrection. It is the transforming of one state to another.

I am an Artist. I begin to resurrect whatever is dying, as it is dying; just as Isis/Aphrodite rose the dead and reanimated her surroundings. As she walked, gardens of flowers and trees sprang up from the morbid soil, as did the lust and love of mankind rose from their jaded hearts.
I am an Artist. I raise the dead matter. I raise the dead soundwaves. I reanimate discarded emotions, discarded thoughts, and discarded lusts of the flesh and soul.
I am an Artist. I wish to reanimate you and your discarded emotions, discarded thoughts, discarded lusts of your flesh and soul. I wish to reanimate your hidden fantasies. Bouquets of vital flowers shall spring from your mind; fountains of bright water shall flow from your soul. As a part of you dies, it is being resurrected as something else. It is the Vampiric Kiss of change, the siring bite on the neck, the draining of the old.....as you, then, drink of my life's expression, you become new. You become......the future.

I am an Artist; this is what I do.

~Valentasm~