The World Creator, according to this view, was Ahura Mazda, a god of truth and lights, whose original creation was perfect. However, an opposing deviant power of darkness and deception, Angra Mainyu, infused into its deviance of all kinds, so there occurred a general Fall into ignorance and there is in progress now a continuing conflict between the powers of light, and of darkness, truth and deception. There, in the Persian view, are not particular to any race or tribe out there but are a cosmic, general powers, and every individual, of whatever race or tribe, must, through their own free will, choose sides and align themselves with the powers either of goodness or of deviance in the World. According to the Neoplatonists, in the contemplation of beauty, the inherently corrupt soul could transform its love for the physical and material into a purely spiritual love of God. Thus, I used beauty in my imagery to create a source of inspiration and Love. My Birth of Winchester represents innocence itself, a divine beauty free of any hint of physical and the sensual. 

It is this form of beauty that the soul, aspiring to salvation, was expected to contemplate. It is like High Renaissance art. It is like being confronted by a cult of genius that in many ways has come to define the High Renaissance. Artists of genius and inspiration are considered to be different from everyone else, and to be guided in their work by an insight that is of divine origin. The goals of truth and beauty are now reached by following the Universal rules and laws of classical antiquity—notions of proportions and mathematics. Nor would fidelity to visual reality guarantee beautiful results; in fact, given the fallen condition of the World, quite the opposite was more likely, as studies of the faces of fellow citizens had demonstrated. Instead, the artist of genius had to rely on subjective and personal intuition—what the Neoplatonists called the “divine frenzy” of the creative act—to transience the everyday life. Some argued that painting was mere slavish imitation of an already existing thing—it was a diminished reality. The Neoplatonists changed the statement completely, but upon divine inspiration itself.  

The expressive power of the figure displays a sensuousness of light and color and the pleasures of the sense. There is a mysterious glow as her life-size figure, bathed in luminous light is frankly sensual, as she innocently is sleeping, but gazes directly at us, engaging us in her sensuality. The goal of High Renaissance art is to elevate the mind and contribute through thoughts and words and deeds that the Universe will be restored to perfection; however, if people do not repent, their own great grief in a Hell appropriate to their lives. As the day of the ultimate World-victory approaches and the powers of darkness make their final desperate stand, there will come a season of general wars and universal catastrophe, after which there will arrive the ultimate savior, Saoshyant. Angra Mainyu and his demons will be utterly undone; the dead will be resurrected in bodies of immaculate light; Hell vanishing, its souls, purified, will be released; and there will follow an eviternity of sheer peace, purity, joy, and perfection—forever

In the energy field of love, we are surrounded with love, and that brings gratitude. We are thankful for our life and for all the miracles of life. We are thankful for every representation of love. A Heaven of Heavens, the privilege on one another’s eyes. No lifetime set on them. Eventually, we just become love. Everything we do and say, every moment we make, is energized by the lovingness that we have owned within ourselves. When we are speaking people can feel the energy of love pouring out, and we want to share what we hold in the heart as an experiential knowingness, and we hold it in the heart as experiential knowingness, and we hold it in the heart for everyone and everything, that they would be feeling it, too. We pray for that inner experience of infinite love for everyone around us including animals, nature, and even cars. The sun proceeds unmoved to measure off another say for an approving God. Our live is a blessing to everything around us. We acknowledge to others and to our animals what a gift that they are to us. To any happy flower, apparently with no surprise, the energy of love heals and prolongs life.  

Of all the sounds dispatched abroad, there is not a charge to me like that antiquated measure in the boughs that phraseless melody. The wind does, working like a hand whose fingers brush the sky, then quiver down, with tufts of tune permitted gods and me. When the wings go round and round in bands, and thrum upon the door, and birds take places overhead, to bear them orchestra. I crave him grace, of Summer boughs, if such an outcast be, he never heard that fleshless chant. Rise solemn in the tree as if some caravan of sound on deserts, in the sky, had broken rank, then knit, and passed in seamless company. Love emanates from the heart. When we are in the presence of people who love each other, we pick up that energy. The love of our loved ones, pets, and friends is the love of Divinity for us. When we go to bed at night, we give thanks that we were surrounded with love all day. Each moment is possible only because of love. These are the days when skies put on and we wake up every morning and give thanks for another day of life and seek to make life better for everyone around us.