I’ll tell you an incredible story:
” A gentleman who had been on a spiritual enlightenment journey for some months, decided to stop into Teresa Mas Art Gallery in Miami to buy a gift for his wife. She had been so very patient with his distraction of late. He wanted to show her he appreciated her attention.
There in the studio, the artist was busy at her canvas, creating yet another work to offer along with some others there. Her work was influenced by Eastern art, but somehow was more than that. There was modern-art flair as well. The visitor was struck by how oddly familiar all this seemed to be. How was that? he mused.
He’d never felt so at home in a strange place before. He knew he’d never seen this place, yet he knew it intimately. The artist? Did he know her? Teresa Mas was her name. No, he didn’t know her….
Perhaps in another life? Was that even really possible? Odd thoughts like this flashed through his racing mind. He would look at one painting, then another, and another….these were all too familiar! Yet, he’d never seen them before.
As he perused the inventory of art, he was suddenly stopped. As though by a brick wall, he could move no further. There it was; what had called to him to come into the studio. There, in a painting of an Eastern god at rest, was his own face as an attendant to the god figure.
His purchase was made in stone cold silence. His life would never be the same……”