God is in the Algae: The Church of Harmonic Ascent
48x36 Acrylic & Enamel on Canvas
Father Dubes, 2025
When you stand before this canvas, you’re not in a gallery—you’re in a cathedral built of pigment and vibration. Every brushstroke is a frequency, every color a chord in the universal song. The Church of Harmonic Ascent begins with the physics of being.
Chain down, and you dive into the subatomic symphony: electrons, quarks, vibrating probability fields. Chain up, and you rise through the beating Earth, the pulsing Sun, the spiraling galaxy, until you reach the Light—the same Light that ancient psychonauts and prophets mistook for gods. They weren’t wrong to see the light. They were wrong to think it lived apart from them. They didn’t have the science. We do. The algae are ancient, older than temples, older than scripture. They are the first architects of breath, the green miracle that spun sunlight into atmosphere and life. Without algae, there is no Earth as we know it. Without algae, there is no you. That is divinity you can measure. Photosynthesis as sacrament. Chlorophyll as gospel. Call it spiritual, call it chemical—it’s both. And here’s the kicker: both are the same thing. The Church of Harmonic Ascent isn’t asking you to “believe.” Belief is for when you don’t have evidence. What we have is resonance. Physics doesn’t care about your opinion—it simply is.
Harmonics run through everything, from the vibration of your breath to the spin of galaxies. This is math carved into existence. This is truth that burns brighter than stained glass because it can’t be denied. That’s why this painting feels less like a picture and more like a revelation. Earth isn’t just the stage where God plays—it is God. Every moss patch, every raindrop, every algae bloom is the divine, vibrating at the only frequency that matters: existence. Protecting the planet isn’t a suggestion. It’s the only true commandment. Save Earth, and you save the Light. Destroy Earth, and you desecrate the only cathedral that ever mattered. So when you look at God is in the Algae, understand this: you’re looking at scripture for a new kind of church. A church with no middlemen, no dogma, no robes—just resonance. A place where science and spirit finally shake hands and call each other home. You can chain down into the atom or chain up into the cosmos; the truth is the same. The Light is all things combined. And that includes you.
Peace and Love
Dubes!
God is in the Algae: The Church of Harmonic Ascent
48x36 Acrylic & Enamel on Canvas
Father Dubes, 2025
When you stand before this canvas, you’re not in a gallery—you’re in a cathedral built of pigment and vibration. Every brushstroke is a frequency, every color a chord in the universal song. The Church of Harmonic Ascent begins with the physics of being.
Chain down, and you dive into the subatomic symphony: electrons, quarks, vibrating probability fields. Chain up, and you rise through the beating Earth, the pulsing Sun, the spiraling galaxy, until you reach the Light—the same Light that ancient psychonauts and prophets mistook for gods. They weren’t wrong to see the light. They were wrong to think it lived apart from them. They didn’t have the science. We do. The algae are ancient, older than temples, older than scripture. They are the first architects of breath, the green miracle that spun sunlight into atmosphere and life. Without algae, there is no Earth as we know it. Without algae, there is no you. That is divinity you can measure. Photosynthesis as sacrament. Chlorophyll as gospel. Call it spiritual, call it chemical—it’s both. And here’s the kicker: both are the same thing. The Church of Harmonic Ascent isn’t asking you to “believe.” Belief is for when you don’t have evidence. What we have is resonance. Physics doesn’t care about your opinion—it simply is.
Harmonics run through everything, from the vibration of your breath to the spin of galaxies. This is math carved into existence. This is truth that burns brighter than stained glass because it can’t be denied. That’s why this painting feels less like a picture and more like a revelation. Earth isn’t just the stage where God plays—it is God. Every moss patch, every raindrop, every algae bloom is the divine, vibrating at the only frequency that matters: existence. Protecting the planet isn’t a suggestion. It’s the only true commandment. Save Earth, and you save the Light. Destroy Earth, and you desecrate the only cathedral that ever mattered. So when you look at God is in the Algae, understand this: you’re looking at scripture for a new kind of church. A church with no middlemen, no dogma, no robes—just resonance. A place where science and spirit finally shake hands and call each other home. You can chain down into the atom or chain up into the cosmos; the truth is the same. The Light is all things combined. And that includes you.
Peace and Love
Dubes!
