It was the third day and I was crying. I didn’t feel sad, but it was just coming out of me. And my helper visited and I was crying and she said I could come down and I said, no, I’ve got one more night and I really am ok, I really am, I am just crying and I don’t know why and I will come down in the morning.
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I didn’t want to come back. That’s the truth. I was exiled, abandoned, a failure, but I didn’t want to come back. I found peace in the garden and I am still reconciling the need to be in society, survival, identity and telling the truth.
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My work involves many things, but at this moment it occurs to me, that it is about protection. That is not declared in my current statement. It’s in the art. It’s in the code. It’s in my favorite translation of attā hi attanō nāthō: “each is their own protector”. But it’s not in the statement.
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I no longer dream of the future…
The future is now.
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In 1976, Ruth Denison took a trip to the high desert in Southern California. While camping near Pioneer Town, she rescued a family of baby opossums’ who were clinging to their mother who had ceased living. Compassionate to all creatures in suffering, Ruth had a very grounded view of right action and right thought. She did not stand for “bullshit” or sit with it for that matter. She was riding the waves of giants and she wanted for everyone to gain the capacity to see from this point of view.
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I discovered fame at a very early age. Not that I had it, although in some ways I did. I saw it on television at home at my house on North Venice Boulevard in Venice Beach, California.
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