Original Oil Painting on Canvas
By Helen Norton
76 x 92 cm
1999 Second Test
The fidelity of the human condition is such that it can be distracted from killing by waving a little red token in his face. Here a red yo yo does the job, while marching comrades look up surprised at the ridiculousness of such a sight, the heralding saint. Yet oblivious to the horror of another killing happening right before their eyes. They have become horrifically desensitized to basic compassion and morality, yet a “surprise miracle” gets them every time
THE SAINT TALKING TO THE REPTILIAN BRAIN IN A DREAM
Why do you torture yourselves?
I struggle to live with you
You are cruel
You are primitive
Hell on earth is none other
Than the confused observations
Of your own doings
Played in dimensions
You can’t see
With your eyes.
God is none other than the place
Of higher evolution in yourself
Some of us have seen that world
We have a genetic memory
That is why we will fight you
That is why we have inbuilt faith
You will not beat it out of us
You will not intimidate my presence
It is inherent and you are stuck with it.
We know a better way.
I am sickened, saddened to confess at times
I belong to your cruelty and shameful behaviour
Some are sent to try and teach you
Patience is hard, you are slow
When I get home I will need to rest
From this task of your burden to lift.