The Gospel According to Anne - Newsweek Entertainment - MSNBC.com

This is so beautiful to me. When I was a crazy long-haired searcher looking all over the world's teachings to find meaning, I one day read an Anne Rice book titled, "Memnock the Devil". It's sort of a discussion between a vampire and the Devil about Jesus. Simply put, it was this book that got me thinking again about Jesus, and I felt led to go to church one Sunday. It was that Sunday that I saw a vision or fire and clouds that blew the snot out of me and changed me.

In a way, Anne Rice was used to lead me back to God. I'm glad God has spoken to her and is blessing her. I'm sure her life is not all roses, but I'm proud of her.

A Repeating Vision-(A Seed)

Tonight in flowing prayer (thank you for refreshing). I remember a seed. A vision of arts flowing in colors and music, they gather. I see them crying out and dancing flowing like colorful thin banners, the people are the banners. Other banners blow up in the ceilings, some have projected images and symbols and words flashing on them. I see revelation coming to them and they write poems, statements, constitutions, declarations, changing the world. Their prayers are like substance that goes out to build and change the world behind and beyond the wills of men.

In large buildings they dance, colors fill the room, lights moving in colors, sounds and beats and music, waves and winds. Some on platforms, some on sofas, some at booths and tables, some just chatting and laughing or hugging. They go on into the nights.

Then I see this other group or rather another setting. It's outdoors. John the Baptistish. They are out. They are called out. They go to seek, to hear, to wait. They go to the desert. Nothing of man they seek. They are going to find the voice that created the wilderness. They seek to leave behind the clutter of voices of man and culture. I see stars at night, and heated sun by day. I see water to drink and blankets and mats to sit on and tents or caves to nap in. Some have music and drums and fires burning. Like the Israelites in the wandering desert with power to sleep by. They wait, they seek, they cry. They feel anxious and desperate at times, then as though they would pop or explode because of overwhelming joy and fulfillment. They want to cry out this blessing over the earth. The treasures they are finding strengthen them.

These groups flow together. One inside, the other away and outside. They are urban yet they are as though they come from a wilderness.

Things I Learned in School Today

I got a 100 on the scantron part of my History of Photography class, the essay portion will come later.

I went to the first lecture by Elizabeth Condon where she spoke about an exhibit of contemporary artists helping to put together, whose works are influenced by Traditional Asian art.

One artist I found hillarious was iona rozeal brown. For some reason, the name is not capitalized. Anyhow, this artist combines traditional Asian figure and costume, with Black hip-hop culture. You can google the artist name for more images.

Dragons and Prayer - A Painting

Interesting title, huh? Well that's what I found in this while I was painting it. I found dragon heads and faces that appear to be praying. There is a Mary figure on the left and some idols on the right. Make of it what you will.

In this type of painting, I intuitively put down colors and then stand back to see what I find. I then clarify what I see using color and shading. Then I repeat the process until the painting feels complete. Sometimes I like the result, other times I don't. But the paintings seem to say something that I didn't conciously intend for them to.

I Painted What I Saw On the Floor

This is the painting room at Texas State University. I went exploring, looking for something. I was drawn to the white blob of paint on the floor next to the rolling cart. This is what it looks like close up.
When I photographed it, I saw something. So I got to work painting, adding yellow-oranges for light and blue-purples for shadows to bring out what I was seeing.

Below is what the blob of white paint looked like after I was done.




So now the Texas State University painting-room-blob has had a make-over. This is the view of the room after the process.

San Marcos Events to Attend

Guest Artist Speaker - Elizabeth Condon



Lecture 1-10/20/05 11am-12:15pm JCM 2121 Texas State University
Discussing influence of traditional Chinese brush painting on contemporary American artists.

Lecture 2- 10/20/05 3:30pm-5:00pm JCM 2121 Texas State University
Discussing her own work and development as an artist.

"Working from invention, Elisabeth invents landscape spaces that fuse Yuan Dynasty painting and Dr. Seuss."

She lives in Brooklyn, NY and Tampa, Fl and will be in residence at TSU Oct. 15-22.



Skate Park of San Marcos Action Committee Meeting

There is a Skate Park of San Marcos Action Committee meeting this Thursday (October 20th) at the Fish Hatchery (by the Parks Dept.- corner of CM Allen and Hopkins) at 6pm.

We will be:

• giving an update on the 501(c)(3) status
• giving an update on the site location
• giving an update on construction
• going over a few other things

Support Skateboarders!!


PS Also, for you locals, check out the San Marcos Art links. Look at the calenders and plan on attending some events. Some events are even family/child friendly.

Hey I Found a Picture of Me Online

This was the first service held in the new building at Hillcountry Church. That's me on the djembe. Next to me are Ben, Barry, Elizabeth, and Christi. Sharon is dancing. More pictures at the Hillcountry Website.

Misty Edwards

If you want to watch and listen to Misty Edwards, you can youtube her, subscribe to www.theprayerroom.tv and keep watching, or watch God TV's daily devotional...or just go to Kansas City and see her live.

What's Up.

This week should prove interesting. I've got two exams, Latin American Art History on Monday, and History of Photography on Tuesday.

The plane carrying my wife and children home to me arrives tomorrow at 3:40pm. We'll be having fun.

I'm meeting with a local area minister on Thursday to discuss the San Marcos House of Prayer.

I figured out how to record the IHOP prayer room live stream with WM Recorder. (The demo version works fine. It gives you a warning message that your two minutes of demo recording are up, but if I don't close the window, it seems to work fine and keep recording.) I can then change the video into audio and have music or teaching to take with me in the car or to pass out to friends.

My friends Paul and Crystal are moving back to San Marcos. Great news.

Currently Watching Mike

I'm currently watching Bickle preach on http://206.55.127.206:8080/FSMBroadcast .

Traveling in the Air

Listening to the sound
Birds call, air droning.
A current to rest in.
My clock ticks, a dog barks.
Wells, deep wells.
I hear their cries.
Are they hungry or just saying "Here I am!"
Scaped paint off a green wall, a world to explore.
I will bring it out to you.
Photographs and sounds and lights and colors.

Crazy Epiphany Moment

I can't explain it now, but wanted to thank all who have been praying for me. I had a freaky moment today alone in the studio.

Last night I forced myself to pray. It was after midnight and I felt spooked. There were times when I had goosebumps on arms and legs. I felt like I could sense presences around. I sang so I would calm down. I rebuked stuff too. It was a little scary. That was last night.

But today, I was alone in the studio and wow...things opened up. Thanks. I was laughing outloud to myself (and God). But I felt nuts. It was great. I haven't figure out all that's changed but I have been stoked ever since.

Am I nuts or what. I like it.

This Blog Had Me in Tears

I found this blog under at Technorati search for Mike Bickle. I was in tears.

I Have Purposefully Not Written

With great purpose, I have not written. It is with zeal and not laziness that I have not posted. I'm sort of kidding but not really. You see, I was blogging too much and loosing sleep and time with God, (oh and not studying too). Soo, I'm catching up on stuff and getting my schedule in line. Sleeping, eating, praying, cleaning, and just plain taking care of my "stuff". I'll later tell you how it goes.

In the mean time, I've been sketching and jounaling some ideas on painting and art. Today in painting class, I felt the Lord lead me to 1 Cor. 12-14. I felt like this book relates to artists (musicians, singers, dancers, visual artist) because artistic gifts are like spiritual gifts. And this book deals with a church culture of persons flowing in gifts but not yet really finding their place. This book addresses things like: accepting different styles and purposes in each others gifts, love being more important than our gifts, and honoring other people.

Soo..Here's my sound byte...I'm going to read 1 Corinthians and consider painting (arts in general) a spiritual gift. Chew on this.

I find myself comparing my gift to anothers..."hey, they do it this way, am I as good as them? If only I would be recongized." Stuff like this happens with spiritual gifts as well as artistic gifts.

Blaaaah....

I'll try not to write for a while.

Ihop-KC Live Video Stream

Now you can visit the prayer room 24/7. That's right folks click here now to see what's going on in the prayer room at this moment.

A List of Things Going On Today

I got home from work and looked at a new blog I started for a group project in my History of Photography class. I'm getting all members to communicate over the blog interface.

My cousin Linka wrote me and is sharing an interest in developing a Crosby Family Website. This ought to be cool. Our family needs something like this to add cohesion and unity.

I miss MY family. Heidi and the kids have been away for about 1 month to visit Aunt Heather and Grandpa and Grandma Ikirt in North Carolina/Virginia. Mattie (3) is taking dance and gymnastics. Zechariah is laughing and smiling now a lot, so I hear. They should be returning on the 17th. I will be so glad to see them.

This Sunday I'm invited to drum on the djembe during the church worship time. The musicians will gather at 9AM on a concrete foundation and steel frame building that will soon become the new church sanctuary. We'll be playing outdoors because the building does not yet have all the walls nor the ceiling. I'm looking forward to flowing on the drums with other musicians. Stop by if you're in the area. Hillcountry Faith Ministries, San Marcos. (plug)

I'm supposed to meet with my Pastor sometime soon to share ideas back and forth concerning the San Marcos House of Prayer. I'm excited about this.

I'll be participating in a baking cook-off at work on Tuesday. I plan to make Tres Leches Cake...mmm...

Susan, my brother's fiancee, is having her B-day party this Saturday. They are getting a keg of Killian's Red. They are very excited about this. I'm invited but work a double shift this day, 8AM-midnight. I plan to drop by at about 1AM to see how things are going. Maybe I'll drum and dance with them. I'm sure I'll find some interesting stuff going on.

I think my Photography project is going to be on WWII photographs. Speaking about WWII, I was listening to Mike Bickle's Joel series cd#2 about the Day of the LORD. WWII is a smaller picture of what is yet to come.

I freaked out today when I got back my History of Asian Art test and my grade was "63 D". I looked at the test and realized it was graded wrong. It was turned back in to be regraded. I think I'll be close to a B+. That's better.

A cold front moved into town today. It feels wonderful. Memories and feelings I can't really place overwhelm me as I inhale the cool air.

My younger brother and his ex seem to be back together. I like her. I hope it works out.

Good Morning World

October 4, 2005 the day of my Grandmother's funeral. We slept in the same room as I worked on my blog. They laughed at me that I worked on it so long. Ha. I'm going to say goodmorning to the morning now.

Sergio, Rene and I are all wearing our Purple shirts, shirts we got over Christmas. We are all going to match. We laughted when we thought about doing this, but figured that my mom would like it. When we told her about the plan..."Oh, that would be great," she said.

Draw us together. We have been sooo apart.

Playing

So, I'm playing with the template, and I liked this one. I'm in Eagle Pass, Texas at the Super 8 Motel with Susan, Rene, and Sergio. My mom found a tarantula, but we let it go after letting it sit in a styrofoam cup on the bathroom counter for a while.

Tomorrow morning is the funeral. I saw my cousin Nori who I hadn't seen in about 10 years. He's got 4 cute kids. I showed them my magic tricks. I love them. (the kids, and the tricks too)

Pray for me tonight. Take Care. I hope this template works.

One Ancient Vision

I saw them dancing and sweating. I saw them sitting and meditating. I saw them outside in the open. Flowing near the fire. Prophesing desire. Fasting for his face. Caught up in his grace.

Nibbling Fish

I sat in the water half dressed, current moving past my sitting legs, feeling the sun, feeling alone, feeling one. Then they came, nibble, nibble...was that a snake, I startle. Medium size minnow friends came to eat my flesh. I praying, them eating me. "Yes, this is so true" I thought.

I found a Kindred Spirit

The Uprising -- nice stuff there. Mystery Man...

Tonight was quite an eventful night of surfing...inspiration, calm, artworks...nice...

Keep it coming, keep it flowing.

Awaken and shaken in the cataclysmic earth, a time of renewal death and birth. Shaken awaken a calming dread, songs of the dawning ryhme in my head.

Banksy - This Artwork is Powerful

Banksy-
I found this artist last night. I loved his visual vocabulary, directness, and power to convey a message. I admire his style. He's somewhat of a graffitti artist. His work made me laugh, feel shocked and think. I hope you enjoy it.

I Missed Writing

I didn't write yesterday and I missed it. I don't know why I like to write. I've been thinking a lot lately about people reading this. Please only read this for fun...don't take me too seriously...I'm trying not to take myself too seriously either.

I work with kids and they teach me so much. Ray tells me to dance. Georgio says I'm pimp. There are sad girls looking for someone who cares but hiding in anger. So sad, but they give me joy.

I am not profound. I am not well written. I sometimes feel like I understand something very important, but then he hides from me and I feel lost. I wonder where he's gone. I will have to find him again.

I'm glad you are reading, even gladder that you're writing. I am critiqued by my accusers. I am praised by my strange friends. I will dance in the light and dance in the darkness. Did it hurt when they pierced you? I'm not talking about body art. Have you ever been whipped? I'm not talking about silly things.

P.H and C.H I'm glad you're writing. And J.A. you too. Anonymous ones. I'm Enrique Crosby, the open foolish one signing out because I do go to a church service in the morning, and I hope its good. I hope we flow. Prophetsflow. Bring the noise.

Life is Funny

I started out this blog as an expression of freedom to just share and not care, but the more I write the more I become aware that people are reading this. I like this, and I hate this. I want people to read this, but I don't want to have people get mad at me, judge me, belittle me, and so forth.

I'm just a guy who wants to write and paint and live before I die. I sometimes feel like I'm sixty or eighty, already on my death-bed. Then I think that my current life is like a second chance... to run on 29 year old legs and jump and breath in a 29 year old body. Growing old is inevitable so I sometimes assume that I'm already dead, and that my life now is like a second chance to live the life I'd wished I could have lived. Does that make sense?

I found out Hortencia Flores Crosby died yesterday morning, my grandmother. She had been in a coma for about two weeks after a stroke.

I celebrated Casey's birthday tonight with friends on the River Walk. We ate good food and got some fancy homemade ice cream and topped the night off with some interesting and at times hilarious conversation.

I kept thinking about a trip I had in 1994 when I was at a night club, and I noticed that all the people around me looked gray and like they were walking in their sleep. "They can't see me," I was thinking. No one would "look" at me. No one could see me. Everyone was shut up in little worlds inside their heads. I desperately wanted then to wake up and look at me.

I thought: There is something very important we are supposed to be doing right now, but we don't know what that is...and most of these people don't even care. It was desperation.

I remember now the day meaning came into my life. I had been reading Memnoch the devil, and thought about going to church. I didn't like church. But that day I saw something and I changed. I cried and knelt and was knighted by a cloud. Does that make sense?

Will we awaken in time?

I like to write, so you don't have to read. I like to be strange and sometimes not make sense. Does that make sense?

I live in a world I only seldom understand, with a God I am trying to understand, but the wonder and stuff of life is overwhelming at