& for those of you waiting patiently

a micro-blog, aka continuous live love feed aka *super*love*abundance*


i am fortunate enough to still be writing, holed up in miami, writing feverishly & in the most disciplined manner. It is still too much to blog as well (although I do spend reckless amounts of time on Twitter & Facebook . . i mean a girl still needs to chat (love) & stretch her heart . .;) . . :



(excerpt)

. . .the truth about The School of The Invisible Arts (SOIA) is that there is no school of course. It is invisible. When we are born we are in a terrible conundrum. This is the familiar story behind all the falls from grace. Once we pass that threshold into physicality, we are lost and we must be found. We are totally vulnerable: we cannot find food, we cannot clean ourselves, once we find the animal smell of our mothers, we must wait and be patient to her own awkwardness at the maternal instinct (for some it is more difficult than others, yours is quite challenged I am afraid dear one), and then we are completely vulnerable to the gross mechanics of our digestive systems and the inevitable need for elimination, all quite sticky and difficult for a light energy such as yours. I cannot tell you why you made your choice to be here in the School because that would eliminate much of your travails (though in my heart I am with you colleague and would share all if not under imperial command) and these, I must emphasize, are completely and totally ESSENTIAL to your mission here.

I am not sure of the origins of the descriptive label School on our Agency for it is a much more serious, a Secret Agent Training program actually, yes, for the education of such receptive souls, such disciples or élèves, as your beautiful vessel has caught, but this novitiate actually begins at a very advanced level. There is no time for basic training, you would not have been chosen as The Love Artist and would not have been placed here in my care if you had not been trained before. Again, just as I cannot tell you why you have chosen to be born, I cannot tell you why you had to be reborn. These secrets are classified. But this I can tell you: you will survive. And you will rise to the level to which you have been born, THE LOVE ARTIST. I cannot tell you how long and though much has already transpired and everything does indeed happen at once, you can choose time and you can delay as much as you delight in. I am overstepping my (curriculum) by telling you this: delay is no delight and it only comes from misunderstanding and fear, though I know these are words you do not understand, yet, but you will.

I will not leave you until your mother is ready for you. You have not met her yet but, since you are no longer everything, you will.

~from THE SCHOOL OF THE INVISIBLE ARTS (kathe izzo 2009)







***& just remember, although i love you all, it doesn't make it make any bit less love effective but increases your benefit 10 fold, 100 fold, 10,000 fold, well you get the picture, spread it around, don't just keep it for yourself (LOVE) . . .

xo tla

Comments

[joe crow ryan]

Kathe, Hemispherically coincident, One learning Love one Still Learning Music are both coursing the lower sky- below the trees- Hand over heart outside remark the same. Send me energy for the project of leading a film of King Lear with my friends. We will welcome guest caterers as are inclined. Quarters available w/processors. Thanks AYS Aloha

[Linda V]

Darling you are so brilliant.
As always, thank you for sharing your wisdom with us! Will you be my Valentine ? love forever,
L