BEING an actor is being, here and then, in the now. BEING a theater producer is being, in the then, to survive the here and now. BEING a writer is being, in the here, now and then simultaneously. BEING an artist is being here now, then, and always. An artist’s path - the illusive maze of THE MAYA ENTERTAINMENT CORP. Traversed by a sage, untrained in the passageways of fear. Beckoning corridors of Trust and Surrender his only obstacle. Ever withering walls of ego cling, linger, fermenting, but potent still. Seeking a channel true to the whispering of The Goddess Lingering through those hallowed walls. Echoes of sacred ascent! To whom we name our play ! Surrender + Trust. Played upon a Holy Stage when we do but players “be”…

Four yellow demons fly in uncanny formation below my field of awareness. Only the magnetic warmth of my liver signals the impending imbalance. I reach for my vibrated water and spray a translucent web over horned wings. It fuels an anger born within myself. A revelation of astonishing clarity. They seek not the petty remnants of the Golden one’s plate. Tis my soul that buzzes their waspish intent. These are the Harbingers of Attention!! Drawn by memories of ancient Jerusalem. Awake. Awake. Dear William Blake. And from thy heavenly plume Beseech the Queen on my behalf ! That she sends forth her heavenly hosts along the central path. But thy boon is late. They attack. I react. The first battle is lost err Grace. Merged with a sting of unholy poison that bleeds forth my imperfections And separates me from the calyx of my self. He laughs. The nameless ONE who destroys from within.