Mystical Streams ~ Visionary Art

I was born in Caripito, Venezuela, where my father was then working for an oil company. My mother was forty-five years old at the time of my birth, and I was her first and only child. At the age of four months, I would each night make persistent sounds, which my mother seemed to instinctively know how to fulfill. Instead of popping a bottle in my mouth, she took me outside underneath a canopy of tropical stars. I pointed to the heavens, and said 'star'. Of course, no one but my father believed her. She simply smiled to herself and began to chronicle my life. When we left Venezuela I was two years old. I remember looking out of the prop airplane as my mother told me we were flying over Angel Falls, deep in the jungles of the Amazon. As I stared into its frothing tumble, it appeared to be the gleaming wings of an angel. Something stirred deep inside me, perhaps a memory of those who guided and nurtured me. When I was three, we moved from Venezuela to the Ozarks of Arkansas, where we owned a dairy farm. It was 1952. We had no television and seldom went to the movies. It was during this period in my life that I began to have very vivid 'dream' experiences, which I now believe to have been out-of-body travel. I would soar over a desert terrain (nothing like Venezuela or Arkansas) toward and then into, a large mountain. Once inside, I was greeted by nice-looking men who were tall and mostly blonde, and who dressed in skin-like white, seamless suits. They treated me as an equal and took me through their underground complex, explaining to me, how their 'machines' (computers) operated in the most scientific of terms, which I understood completely. These computers did not look like any fact or science fiction of the 1950's. They more closely resembled what we now see in the Star Trek-type movies and TV shows. When I 'returned' from my journeys, I would describe them to my mother. Once I drew pictures of different things I had seen there which included what I called 'a clock controlled by the mind'. My mother saved these drawings, typing at the bottom of each picture what I had said about it. I began to commune with the fairy elements of the beautiful Ozark mountains, and may have been referring to them when my mother heard me say at age three to no one in particular, "Their thoughts shared a lovely, dreaming time with the high hills." read my complete bio here: <b>www.spiritmythos.org/intro/maia.html</b>