anado

.Yesterday we had some visitors to our house. I was showing them around and they were really enjoying themselves. At one point they were viewing the only known existing artifacts referring to the Stations of the Groove. I told the two young men that they referred to the past of Jimmy Ray. Immediately their aunt implied that I was Jimmy Ray. I was taken aback. I asked her if she was sure of her accusations. She said well your name is James Rayburn. I told her my name was Anado and that no one has ever seen myself, James Rayburn McLauchlin or Jimmy Ray at the same time, but that does not mean we are the same person….I mean I think that was what I said…and maybe sometimes I may not know who I am…but isn’t this life about self discovery. Correct me if I am wrong…no one has ever seen me and Johnny Rotten together…does that mean we are the same person? I mean………really….. I mean, it true…like that. Kinda sorta…

Last night Don Dahlka came over and I showed him the sight of the Chapel. I noticed Jimmy Ray observing from the trees. I am going to give Don a sketch and some dimensions this week and he will do some architectural plans for me. I am trading one of my assemblages, “Our Lady of Beaumont” for his services. What a delight. The transmissions that I am receiving from Jimmy Ray are becoming more visual in context. I feel blessed to provide the space for his vision to rock. And yes, there will be a bell tower!!!!!!

I am meeting this evening with a fellow out here in La Cieneguita to show him the site for the Chapel. It seems I need to get some “grown up” input in redesigning the Chapel for construction. Jimmy Ray wants the pad to be laid as soon as possible….he does not wish to pay lip service to the possibility of a Chapel…So we will have the real thing up and running very soon. The wall outside the studio is becoming especially fun and is great practice for the eventual construction of the Chapel walls…so: off the grid and let the walls begin.

They caught the San Miguel rapist yesterday. So we can remove that from the top of the worry list. I woke up this morning so relieved for my friends. Evidently the guy is 58 years old with a VERY small dick. Now the question remains: What Price Worry? Why do we remain outside of ourselves? Why do we continue to project these negative movies? Jimmy Ray told me to drop out of the cartoon and get to work….he goads my creativity…he provokes mythical depth.

And I guess I am too….but at least I am not Nicholas Cage in the absolutely wierd “The Weatherman”…so I promise to stop whining…….at least for now….

Today I received a number of photos from an alleged parade that happens yearly in Santa Barbara, California. I received these photos from a dear friend, who with his wife, owns some artifacts from the Chapel of Jimmy Ray. While perusing the photos, I came across the image of a woman sporting a necklace that I had been instructed to make by Jimmy Ray. The last time I saw that necklace was north of San Miguel at an Easter gathering. At that time it was worn by a woman who gave her name as Lolita. Are the artifacts being passed from person to person after they leave my trusted hands? Did this woman named Lolita smuggle the artifact across the border and sell it for an inflated price to a woman in an orange wig with her mouth wide open? When I look at the image, I wonder……is she trying to alert Jimmy Ray? I am curious……..