Visionary Surrealism by Myztico

By J. Myztico Campo

The dream world of nightmares has been fascinating me since I was a child of five. Some of my earliest recollections of these nightmares were a recurring dream of being in a very exotic lost land with some of the most magnificent plants I had ever seen. I would wander this land and witness incredible natural beauty. But then it would turn dark and I would be chased by man eating prehistoric creatures most notably a T-Rex. I would run for dear life until suddenly I would find myself at the very edge of a cliff and I had to decide my fate quickly. Would I prefer to take a chance at survival and jump off the cliff or face being eaten alive by a very hungry T-Rex. I would always choose to jump off the cliff always waking up or shifting into another dream before I hit the ground. These childhood dreams inspired me to draw T-rex and other nightmarish creatures on blackboards at school.

Fast forward to my adult years as nightmares became more of a source of constant inspiration artistically. They serve as portals into the imagination of fear, shining a light onto the dark corners of the psyche. Exposing parts of oneself that one may need to confront during their waking lives. We are living during a time in history that governments and the media collectively use to exploit the sense of “FEAR” to project onto the masses a sense of insecurity. To give us the illusion that the only way that we as a society can be safe from all of the “evil” surrounding us is by allowing governments to continue eroding our rights and pry deeper into our private affairs. When in effect in my humble opinion I instinctly  sense that these governmental entities are not only staging many of the events that are sensationalized in screaming headlines but are reaping the rewards that come with more control of the masses. This to me is like a recurring nightmare that we as humanity must be aware of and ultimately wake up to, otherwise the nightmare will progressively get more sinister and we as sentient beings will only become institutionalized numbers and chattel for the wealthy to do with as they see fit.

On the cover of this months issue of “Electric Dreams” http://www.dreamgate.com/electric-dreams/  my painting “Secret Hand” is based on a recent nightmare of a secret society of bankers and militaristic men hell bent on governing the world with their influx of debit based currency and death dealing devices creating their nightmarish agenda upon humanity to only benefit their secret societies. The hand is symbolic of behind the scenes deal making, pacts with the devil selling out their souls for temporary earthly gain of wealth, power and control. I am currently working on a series of hand gesture art that will help me manifest humanities need to openly communicate in a more productive and creative way to help benefit all and not just a few….We can all evolve quicker and more effectively without these secret societies obstructing the intellectual and spiritual evolution of humankind. Let us all end this “NIGHTMARE”…

                       Dreamtime and Art    by J. Myztico Campo     

“To live is to Dream, to die is to Awaken”, this thought has always fascinated me for as long as I can remember. As a child my dreams were very vivid, full of prehistoric creatures, vivid past life recollections, flying dreams all in vivid colors. These dreams fuelled most of my waking imagination and my creative process was informed from these surreal images. I remember as I grew older my dreams became more lucid, things were happening in my dreams that later appeared in my waking life on a rather consistent basis. Some may call these Déjà vu, to me it seemed like these dreams were trying to show me glimpses of the future before it actually happened which I found rather eerie yet completely mind boggling. 

As I got deeper into the creative process that included painting/music/filmmaking and writing, dreams continued to be a major source of inspiration and influence on my waking life. At times I preferred the dream state than the waking state of mind. In the dream world possibilities are endless where as in the waking state there are so many restrictions placed upon us by questionable governments, societies, organized religions and expectations as to where we should be within our aging timelines.  

A lot of my art work (about 90%) arises from visions I witness during my dreamtimes. I always pay close attention to my dreams. Some are much more vivid than others as I try to be as lucid as possible during them. In the particular case of “Enlightment Garden” that appears in this months Electric Dreams cover I had this vision during a particularly vivid dream. I was walking in an incredible garden where the trees were whispering conversations to each other. As they carried on with their conversations the trunks of the trees were turning into these stunning stained glass mosaics. Blooming from their branches were these stunning purple hearts and scattered eternal flames burning intensely. A further walk through this garden led me to an interdimensional portal that transcended time, space and the material world. I was greeted by 2 intensely glowing spirits whom communicated with me telepathically. 

They told me that our “so-called world leaders” were drawing humanity closer to the end of times unnecessarily. Due mostly to ignorance, greed and the need to control the masses under a dark cloud of deceptions. If humanity was to evolve over the next 100 years we the people of this world need to place extra close attention to the way we are being governed. I remember asking them what would be the best non-violent manner in which to create these changes to affect positive change for our world. The answer was surprisingly simple yet rang so true. They said humanity needs to “AWAKEN” from a long slumber caused by mass brain washing and historical deceptions. To realize we are purposely distracted daily by outer influences that keep us away from our true evolutionary potentials therefore keeping all of us oppressed by a minority few. 

With that said these spirits embraced me and then proceeded to walk through the portal hand in hand until they assimilated and became one with eternal space. The portal imploded, the garden morphed into a ravaged war torn city with body parts strewn all over wreckage of what once were homes and businesses. A crying child with half a torso crawled toward me shedding tears of blood and said, “Will we ever have PEACE?”…I woke up in tears, sketched out the garden scene on a pad and proceeded to paint the dream that very day. (8-23-06')