Meet Napoleon, one of our dear family companions. This photo was taken after a morning of painting in the sunroom — my quiet sojourn into Soul Level Art. I’m always eager to see what emerges on the canvas when I open myself to the soul-level psychic flow. Today, my palette held rich, luminous colors of blue, purple, and gold.

Taking a short break, I slipped off my paint-splattered gloves and set the canvas beside the easel. Inside, I poured a cool glass of fruit water, savoring the pause. When I returned, Napoleon was already there — first to survey the newly painted scene. I stood silently, watching him as he studied the work, as though offering his gentle critique.

Napoleon is a special being, as if from some faraway galaxy. Each evening, he sits in quiet reverence, watching the sunset — Creator’s ever-changing canvas. In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had painted something from his world.