To Artists of the Soul


Now that your Instagram feed is back to “normal” and the spots in your eyes are gone… I need your attention. I’ll spend $7000 make sure you understand, so stick with me.

On August 21st, millions of Americans watched the sun disappear. The finest photographers, journalists, scientists, and internet-jokers stepped forward.

Now here is what bothers Pop to the point of picking up the pen today. I’m troubled that as God moved in the heavens, the street poets were mute, songwriters were stoic, and dancers stood motionless looking at the sky… just like the rest of us.

The artists of the soul did nothing, while artists of the mind (the photographers and journalists) did the heavy lifting. Rappers? Painters? Dancers? Singers? Impressionists? Instrumentalists? Where the hell were you?

From the dawn of man it’s been your job to offer us depth and opinion! Today your job is to offer meaning amidst the drivel of the internet! Scare me! Heal me. Make me believe again. Do something to my heart please! I wanted you take me by the hand and make me feel again… but at the eclipse you didn’t.

I’m no poet, but allow Pop a little haiku.

Today I went dark
You wondered ‘where to get shades’
and missed the point- God

Maybe I’m being a bit rash, but then maybe I’m not. Is it too much of a stretch to suggest that God conducts the pattern of the heavens?

Where were you during the 2010 Haiti Earthquake? 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami? 2005 Kashmir Earthquake? 2003 Euro Heat Wave? Hurricane Katrina? Droughts in Africa?

Were you asking the big questions with your art? Where will you be when Hurricane Harvey subsides? Hopefully at a fundraiser. But will you be singing the same old songs?

If you believe in the God that I do, then you might also believe that God is concerned with humankind. You might believe that God warns and that God inspires.

You might believe that he allows floods to flow, lights to be blocked, stars to move, hurricanes to blow, and earth to quake… all to teach us. You might also believe that God moves mountains, parts seas, and calms storms.

If you believe it too, then convince me. Inspire me. *I don’t want to hear another song about your boyfriend.

Your art has prettied it’s facade and lost it’s soul.

Glory Induced Blindness is to observe nature without asking ‘why’.

Please, no more missing the message of a constellation in motion, the promise of a rainbow, and the warning of storm clouds.

To my Artists of the Soul, here are some prompts to help you get your mojo back:

*I’ll refer to a storm, but you can plug in any movement of nature*

Is this storm a warning or pep talk?
When have we seen this before?
*If it’s big, it’s not new (Pop will write more on that later, but for now look at history, study the Bible)

Where did the storm find me?
Where did the storm take me?
Where did the storm leave me?
What is the one clarion message that I took from the eye of the storm?

You might ask me, “But what if I’m wrong? What if it is just a meaningless natural occurrence and I’m making a fool of myself?”

I would answer, “perhaps you’re right on this one.”

But Pop doesn’t believe in coincidences.

– Pop

P.S. – just in case you are still seeing spots, remember it’s quicker to get into an optometrist than and ophthalmologist.

P.P.S.– About the $7000. I’m going to reward it to the artists that can move me. Some young friends helped me make an art contest on Facebook, Click here to enter.

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They call me Pop, Pop Isaiah actually. I write this highly opinionated column on all things Isaiah. I used to be a scholar, researcher, and a bit of a writer. I say used to be because I don't have time and patience for that anymore, and I don't get paid enough. So look up your own damn footnotes. I'm also retired, which is the ultimate form of tenure. I admit I am LDS... mostly. I sit in the back of what used to be the High Priests group and try to keep my mouth shut, but it still gets me in trouble a lot, and they don't ask me to teach much anymore. Why? I don't have patience with a gospel for dummies, which is what we tend to water it down to. Still, I know it's true, get's truer every day in fact. So cut me some slack, and I'll do the same. I spent a lot of my formative time on the east coast in my liberal years, but I'm a bit of a political hybrid now. I don't claim either the right or the left, don't see much use. I'm a self-proclaimed millennial revolutionary. I'm tired of wading through this political correctness charade, so I choose not to. I figure if Clayton Christensen calls it a doctrine of Satan, that's good enough for me. This is my perfect job, so please don't screw it up. My boss has already had a few requests to fire me and I'm just getting started. If you notice fulfillment of prophecies related to Isaiah, the latest scuttlebutt, spelling problems, breaking news I don't know about, or some really stupid arguments I make, I invite you to send them to me privately at My boss is pretty adamant about me staying civil, so please do the same. And sorry, sometimes you can't fix stupid! I may be a little slow responding, but I'll get back to you eventually. If you send me some really great content privately I'll probably post it, but I won't use your name unless you want me to. I’m warning you up front, I tend to stoke the fire, it keeps me warm. – Pop


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