MINDY SEEGER ARTIST 

I am the angel Razethuwaxuetrhlabie, Never mind, angel names never translate correctly into the languages of the earth. Feel free to call me the angel Raz. Mindy is under the weather today; so I have decided to speak to you through this vehicle. Once again, I have been called to the celestial boardroom. You might think this is a pleasant experience? Not at all, just imagine being interrogated by archangel Michael? You see, I am the angel responsible for the planet earth exper

I am the angel Razethuwaxuetrhlabie, Never mind, angel names never translate correctly into the languages of the earth. Feel free to call me the angel Raz. Mindy is under the weather today; so I have decided to speak to you through this vehicle. Once again, I have been called to the celestial boardroom. You might think this is a pleasant experience? Not at all, just imagine being interrogated by archangel Michael? You see, I am the angel responsible for the planet earth exper

I thought you were my soul mate, but I was wrong. I should have gotten to know you first, before I demanded you fill my empty spaces. You taught me that shaming, and abusing you for not being who I wanted you to be, wasn’t going to make you love me. I thought you were my life’s work, but I was wrong. I inflated myself, and the importance of the project I was working on to grandiose proportions. You taught me that making something bigger than it is, while it might make me feel

I thought you were my soul mate, but I was wrong. I should have gotten to know you first, before I demanded you fill my empty spaces. You taught me that shaming, and abusing you for not being who I wanted you to be, wasn’t going to make you love me. I thought you were my life’s work, but I was wrong. I inflated myself, and the importance of the project I was working on to grandiose proportions. You taught me that making something bigger than it is, while it might make me feel

The left side of my face is aging faster than the right. It’s like getting a preview of coming attractions. Can I look at the left side without recoiling? Can I embrace the aging process? Someone is stealing my eyebrows while I’m sleeping, who would commit such a crime? And why do the remaining eyebrow hairs now want to grow in opposing directions? I can not tame them; I can not stop them from being who they’re becoming now. If you are young, stop reading this and take a self

The left side of my face is aging faster than the right. It’s like getting a preview of coming attractions. Can I look at the left side without recoiling? Can I embrace the aging process? Someone is stealing my eyebrows while I’m sleeping, who would commit such a crime? And why do the remaining eyebrow hairs now want to grow in opposing directions? I can not tame them; I can not stop them from being who they’re becoming now. If you are young, stop reading this and take a self

My father taught me to look at a freshly painted room and find the spot the painter missed. He called it a “holiday”, which I’m not sure is even a real word. What I think it means is that the painter went on a holiday instead of finishing painting the room. So I have a critical eye. I guess in my family the sport was finding the flaw. If I come to your home I will see the almost invisible spider web in the corner, and the art on your walls tilted a tiny bit off center. I am n

My father taught me to look at a freshly painted room and find the spot the painter missed. He called it a “holiday”, which I’m not sure is even a real word. What I think it means is that the painter went on a holiday instead of finishing painting the room. So I have a critical eye. I guess in my family the sport was finding the flaw. If I come to your home I will see the almost invisible spider web in the corner, and the art on your walls tilted a tiny bit off center. I am n

I’m fascinated by high speed chases. I identify with the insanity of the driver, who despite the fact that he will not escape, can’t surrender. He drives up and down the freeway, with no hope of a good outcome. He can’t win, but he can’t yield. I understand. I used to be a fighter, my mother was my favorite opponent. She was fierce, and my trainer. She did not want a timid, shy daughter. She insisted that I step out of my mouse hole, and stand in my power. I learned how to fi

I’m fascinated by high speed chases. I identify with the insanity of the driver, who despite the fact that he will not escape, can’t surrender. He drives up and down the freeway, with no hope of a good outcome. He can’t win, but he can’t yield. I understand. I used to be a fighter, my mother was my favorite opponent. She was fierce, and my trainer. She did not want a timid, shy daughter. She insisted that I step out of my mouse hole, and stand in my power. I learned how to fi