June 9, 2002 journal, art of another dimension, by the Atlantic Ocean, hope, let me live Lord and make a difference. this world and all this has a potentially fatal problem with attitude. Processed food develops attitude. I observed a mother and daughter down delicious looking plate of hot waffles drounded in maple syrup crowned with margarine. daughter like Mother was rounded in body fat from head to toe and without a clue as to what to do. I must be prepared to meet all the people today that will see my art on display.

Eric Pace is here from Greensboro and he reminds me to pray more than just once a day.

Eric calls it canvas preaching and he prays with his eyes open many times per each day.

Eric is not afraid to witness to strangers and that is the way I want to be to serve the Lord.

I am reminded of the write this journal that he should be punctuated with one subject only per paragraft but I have so much to talk about and only 500 words to say it with per page. I feel its a waste of space to be correct and I want to record the time of decision and facts.

I write like I paint, somewhat distorted but I believe it gets the message across that I feel.

To capture my thoughjs for the day and give my opinions to say in limited space I will not punctuate. I thank God for the mighty ocean and the sense of smell, of feel and site that I see. to hear the mighty waves breaking on the beach and to tasting salty mist of the sea is so wonderful. We must recognize God as the creator of all good things we see know.

I have a perfect third floor room overlooking the beach here at the palace hotel resort.

The Grand Strand is packed with wild teenagers grabbing at straws to have excitement. The traffic is not moving through town at all because it is jammed and I need to move on.

To taste a vegetable omelet and to be free of coffee is wonderful. Let us all eat healthy.

To see the colorful sunrise, to enjoy the steam room for an easy shave and deep breathing.

The temperature is a mild 70 degrees and I welcome the challenge of the day to witness my faith in Christ and the great message narrated in visual art of the Apocalypse coming.

Every wonman I passed coming down here was smoking a cigarette. How damning to the body tobacco can be. A neighbor has just died at an early age from smoking and more be.

time mind is on the geodesic dome to paint the world's largest scene of Revelation fulfiling

circling the earth as it is renewed and Christ setting up his rule here for 1000 years. Can we get off the destruction of our country and combat all the propaganda by the press and by the preachers brainwashed into modern pagan practices without knowing the real truth.

Its time to straighten out the thinking of America, to purge the nation of unrighteousness.

A new local artist describe my work as of another dimension. Another dealer in art also describe my work as a different and spiritual saying he is discovered. Neither of these gentlemen had seen or heard of it before and still saw just a fraction of the total body. I thank God because I feel that his hands upon me making my crippled hands complete. I donot understand all that I do but "obedience is better than sacrifice". Teach me lord thy holy ways and may my faith in thee endure to complete my mission to witness thy Word.

The Sunday morning gospel brunch was loud and as Rock as some of the charismatic churches are today. Some of its hard to swallow but I have no opinion on all its results.

the religion of the suicide of fanatics is evil and God will stop this foolishness before long.

nuclear devices will be rendered useless compared to the mighty power of God and the light of his countenance when he shows his face and the earth is suddenly removed with all evil destroyed. We will rejoice with him forever and drink of water of life freely before the throne as we eat the fruit of the tree of life as we protake of his marvelous reward .

I shout and rejoice in the Lord because I know him and feel his presence in my spirit.