Dreams 07/1998

November 3, 2009

Dreams

This blog is copied from The Journal of Dreams. One of seven journals to be published after the painting’s release in 12/2012. A time investment of fifteen years will be complete at that time. The Journal of Dreams begins in July 1998 after awakening from deep sleep July 13Th, 1998 and realizing night was filled with dreams of The Revelation Painting.

July 12Th, 1998

Today is my mother, Mary Ann’s birthday. She seemed somewhat sad earlier on the telephone talking about a project she was working on and asked for my help.  I obliged knowing it would be a futile effort this time as it had been for the past 10 years. She had been tied up working feverishly on Spindletop, Texas and her belief our family was the original owner of that land. Although we had been down the road to Spindletop many times in the past, I felt obligated to help her, to give her hope in her desolate life deep in the West Virginia mountains.

Mary Ann Mary Ann
She is a very skilful, self-taught painter but has lost her desire to paint in the past years becoming consumed by isolation and depression. I remembered her telling me once that when my youngest sister left home, she would have no reason to continue life. My sister had moved out some time before. When my mother said that, I gazed deeply into her blue eyes for any sign of untruth and it was not there. She was telling me that she would die of loneliness whether from a broken heart or suicide, it was clear that she was serious.

Whether the Spindletop endeavor was a delusion or not, Mary Ann was my mother and not only did I know what she meant by stating she would have no reason to continue life, I knew that making Spindletop would create a kind of child in the house she so longed for and it would ultimately save her life. Nearly everyday I called her and talked about Spindletop and the information I had found in the libraries, Internet, and other sources. I kept her busy and that kept her alive.

There were three things that would fire up passion in my mother; Spindletop, talking about her paintings, and asking her to relive the story of her death when she was twelve years old. We had talked about Spindletop for months, then months became years, and for some reason, perhaps because it was her birthday, today the topic was shifted to “the story” of her death at twelve. Although I had heard the story many times growing up, each time it was retold and relived was like the first time.

This is the seed of The Revelation Painting and I am convinced of that beyond any doubt. When Mary Ann told the story of her death in such artistic detail and emotion it was like I had been beside her and saw every detail. I asked my mother to tell me the story and she eagerly agreed. Her voice softened as she began to remember, like the humble and respect of being given another chance at life. Her voice was as it had been when I was a child and she was about to tell me something about life that demanded full attention. She began to speak.

“It happened when I was twelve years old. I was laying beside my mom in the bed when all the sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe. No air would move in or out, I was suffocating! I tried to move and I couldn’t, I tried to yell out to my mother and I couldn’t. I was going to die and I knew it. I was afraid and began to panic. My heart was pounding, my eyes were wide open and just when I thought I could not take it anymore a feeling of calm came over me. My eyes closed and I didn’t have to breathe any longer.
 
The room became bright. I sat up and I looked for the source of the light to find shiny, golden stairs at the foot of the bed, illuminated and so clean. The stairs were long, so long that I couldn’t see the top of them. Something made me go to them, I had to see where they went and I knew I was supposed to walk up them. Upon stepping on them and walking up it was like I didn’t have to try, almost like floating. My feet touched them but I didn’t breathe hard, I don’t think I had to breathe anymore.
 
When I got to the top, there was a man dressed all in white standing before a beautiful pearl gate. His skin was golden. Not a white man, not a black man but something between like golden brown. He had piercing green eyes but his face was friendly, I knew he would not hurt me, he glowed of love and peace. The gate was closed but I could see through. The floor was shiny like glass and the glare of the shine was so brilliant I could not see if it was translucent or any color, it was just so shiny clean like the glare on glass.

 All of the sudden the man said: “Where have you been?” in a startling voice! I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what he meant, I hadn’t been anywhere. I didn’t answer, he opened the gate and said in a hurried voice: “Hurry up, he’s been waiting for you!” I felt as though I had to hurry and stepped through the gate. He said: “You shouldn’t keep him waiting.” I remember thinking: “Who?”, but then my attention was drawn to so many people to my right side dressed all in white. A feeling of love, warmth and happiness overwhelmed me.

 

I tried to see their faces and although I knew them, I couldn’t see their faces. I knew that they loved me and were happy to see me. Hundreds of people and I could feel their love. I don’t know how long I stood there when the man said: “Come this way, he is waiting.” We walked to a door which I was compelled to push open and when I did, the brightest light I had ever seen nearly blinded me. I knew that if I wasn’t supposed to be there the light would have blinded me and I wasn’t afraid.There was a man…something like a man I think. The light was so bright I was unable to make him out. His face was so bright it was impossible to see his eyes, or nose or mouth. Suddenly he began to speak and it was like thunder! I still was not scared though. His voice spoke every language at the same time but I was able to hear my language. It sounded like a creek flowing, like bubbles on the rocks…ploop, plop, doop, doop. He said: “Where have you been, I have been waiting for you?”

I told him I was with my family, my mother and he said it was my time now, I had to come with him. Feeling afraid I told him I wanted to go back to my mother and he said I had been bad. It was time for me to come with him. I tried to think how I had been bad and couldn’t think of what I had done but somehow know I had done something. I started to cry and pleaded with him to let me go back to my family. He said: “I will let you go but remember I will come for you like a thief in the night, you will not know when!”

He continued to say not to tell anyone about this until I was 18 years old. He said: “You will have three chances.” I started to ask what he meant by “three chances” and his voice became very loud and he said: “Run, run now before I change my mind!” All I thought was to run and run fast! As I was running through the door he said: “You will have three chances” and started to laugh. I continued to run through the door, past all the people and down the stairs back to the bed lying beside my mother and I didn’t tell anyone what happened.

When I try to remember back to what happened after I made it back to the bed I can’t remember anything. You are the first I told about it and I was much older than 18 before I told the story. When you were a baby and I looked in your eyes, I knew you were different. Your eyes scared me, but I don’t know why, like a bottomless pit. I don’t know what the dream meant but I know that you are different and you always have been. I knew it since the day you were born and I looked at your eyes.”

 The Eye

The Eye

 
In West Virginia millions of stars light the sky at night. Within them lives imagination and something comforting. Oddly enough Mary Ann lives where a creek babbles the words only she can hear. She doesn’t talk about what she hears at night in those dark, dark mountains of West Virginia where the absolute sounds of silence are often times as loud as thunder and the thunder drowns out the sounds of life and the living. Sometimes when I visit, in the middle of the night she says: “Let’s go outside and lay on the picnic table and look at the stars.”

Mary Ann is changing, or maybe she changed long ago. When a child leaves home for a time and returns everything is different. I never realized that during star-gazing with my mother there are voices within a creek flowing less than 20 feet away. West Virginia is known as “almost heaven” oddly enough. I can’t say that I have ever heard the voice of God talking to me in all languages through the bubbling and babbling crystal clear waters or that I ever realized it was just us three; Mary Ann, me and God.

Little do I know why my mother fears my eyes, it is disturbing. Her cracking voice of memory tells me that the fear of God she has within her is tied to the piercing, green eyes of the gatekeeper at the top of the stairs the day she almost lost her life.  It makes perfect sense to me. I have a feeling my eyes remind her of him and she struggles with mixed emotions of fear and love. Somewhere along the line I realized that I am one of the three chances she was offered in lieu of life, and that this painting is what she molded me my entire life for through the story of heaven and God, art and imagination.

Could it be that my mother was spared to become the messenger and her destiny was changed for the greater good of the world?  Everyone ponders existence, especially their own and when trying to see what my mother’s existence was for, I see The Revelation Painting.  When I ponder my own existence, I see the massive painting, and feel the warmth of light and energy, and know that I am one of the “three chances”.  Although still unsure of the three chances and what it truly means, I am sure that I am a valuable part of it.  There are five children, 3 sisters and 1 brother.  Three of us were born one year apart, the others some time later.  Could it be that the 3 born a year apart are the chances?  Time will tell.

July 13Th, 1998  to be continued
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The FIRST MYSTERY OF REVELATION

THE FOUR HORSEMEN

 

A long time ago, when I was still considered a child I tried to sketch what I envisioned and dreamed regarding this painting and was unable to.  Believing it just wasn’t my time, that I hadn’t yet earned the right I continued on with my life.  Although I had made bets with myself to read the entire bible, I often became discouraged because I did not understand what I was reading and still do not…mostly.  I would put the bible up and forget about it.  I had read or heard that if you simply ask for understanding, you will receive it.  I also read not to test God, but the rebel I am an have always been went ahead and tested him.  I asked for understanding.  Sometime later, I read Revelation like I always did, as an artist and not a religious person.  I got to the Four Horsemen and found my heart pounding in realization…
I had earned the right, I finally understood!

Once widely used to classify races of humans and still used in Forensics and medical sciences, I find it interesting that the four primary races match the colors of the horses in overall color, (please see blog regarding the Pale Horse separate from this entry) as well as the roles the horses represent.  The terms are not used as much publicly due to the “offensive” projections people feel they create.  For this piece, I will use them for scientific and artistic purposes in order to express my theory as I see it.  All I can tell you is if you feel offended, close the blog.

Theoretically, the Caucasian-white, Australoid-red, Negroid-black, and the Mongoloid-pale (In art the lightest basic color in the color scale before white, classified as “pale”).  One could argue the “pale” theory but I am not here to argue that, I am here to express my theory as an artist, keep an open mind, continue researching the subject and make sure I have scientific evidence and proven information.

The terms are used in physical anthropology and intricate details of each skull type are used to classify the originations of various humans or the regions of the world from which they were first known to inhabit.  It is interesting information and you may not be who you think you are!  In science and through excessive research, it has been found that:
 
Caucasoid people were/are indigenous to Europe (see European countries:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europe), Western and South Asia, as well as a Western section of Central Asia and North Africa.

Australoid-Australoid peoples ranged throughout Australia, New Guinea, and Melanesia, as well as different parts of Oceania , Philippines,Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia, India, and the Southern Middle East.

Negroid are people from a Southern portion of North Africa and sub-Sahara Africa.

Mongoloid people are East and Southeast Asian, the Eastern portion of Southeast Asia, Polynesia, Far East Central Asia, Greenland, Far Eastern region of South Asia and the Americas!  (This is very significant in the story of The Four Horsemen.)

See link for geographical reference to race originations:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craniofacial_anthropometry

Please note that ALL people classified in the origin may not have an active role in the events represented by their horses’ role.

So, what does all this mean?
These are the Four Horsemen of Revelation:
The White Horse-Caucasoid
The Red Horse-Australoid
The Black Horse-Negroid
The Pale Horse-Mongoloid

 

SECTION ONE-THE FOUR HORSEMEN-THE WHITE HORSE

According to Revelation the White Horse:

“…And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer…”

EUROPEAN MAJOR WARS/Events:
French Revolution 1789, Industrial Revolution-Second half of the 18th century, Russian Revolution 1917.  See:  World War II Timeline…Germany, Hitler, Soviets, etc… It is astounding information!  http://www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/timeline/ww2time.htm
And in current times the threat of The New World Order-The wealthiest most powerful bloodlines in the world.
The 13 bloodlines are:

The Astor Bloodline
The Bundy Bloodline
The Collins Bloodline
The DuPont Bloodline
The Freeman Bloodline
The Kennedy Bloodline
The Li Bloodline
The Onassis Bloodline
The Reynolds Bloodline
The Rockefeller Bloodline
The Rothschild Bloodline
The Russel Bloodline
The Van Duyn Bloodline

Also as a 14th bloodline theirs a Merovingian (Merovingian – a Frankish dynasty founded by Clovis I that reigned in Gaul and Germany from about 500 to 750 bloodline) which has something to do with the European Royal Families and also 3 interconnected bloodlines,

The Disney Bloodline
The Krupp Bloodline
The McDonald Bloodline.

It appears throughout time, the Caucasian race has utilized the bow and crown given to him.
Some text theorize the White Horse is the Antichrist but does not link the theory to research, although if I had to look at it in that manner, I would have to agree.
If a person looked at these horses as not only races of people but the timelines and peaks of their reigns, that person could calculate events before they happen.  The times overlap yet there are definite peaks, as you will see in The Black Horse theory.
Biblical years v.s current years:  http://www.direct.ca/trinity/360day.html

 

SECTION TWO-THE FOUR HORSEMEN-THE RED HORSE

The Red Horse-Australoid:

 ”…And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword…”

The focus on The Red Horses Australoid origin would obviously focus on the Middle East in current times all the way back to biblical times.  Peace has definitely been taken from the earth for a long, long time due to the discord.  The Middle East fight among themselves and indeed kill each other.

My confusion came when I thought about the American Indians and their skin colors so similar to Middle Eastern.  I thought they did fight amongst themselves and kill each other too, along with others but if they were here before “white men”, they did not fit into the Australoid origin theory.  My entire theory was shot…But then I started thinking, well then, where did they originate from?

SHOCKINGLY, this is what I surely did not expect to find:
Skulls of peoples with Australoid morphologies have been found in the Americas, leading to speculation that peoples with phenotypical similarities to modern Australoids may have been the earliest occupants of the continent.
http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Australoid

 SECTION THREE-THE FOUR HORSEMEN-THE BLACK HORSE

 “…and behold, a black horse, and he who sat on it had a pair of balances (scales) in his hand…”

I went over some of this material in my post regarding the Black Horse previously.  I stated as the artist, and as a human being that I felt no man in history had given so much toward equality in the world as Martin Luther King, even losing his life for it.  It was his actions which gave birth to all of the equal rights movements for so many things in current history.

For me, the balances (scales) are equality and therefore justice by weight of evidence measured.  I also noted that the rider of the Black Horse will be Martin Luther King.  The equality explosion occurred in effort to obtain equal rights for African Americans, and all people in general.  So it would center around the Negroid race.

 

SECTION FOUR-THE FOUR HORSEMEN-THE PALE HORSE

THE MONGOLOID PEOPLE-THE PALE HORSE

“…And behold, a pale horse, and he who sat on it, his name was Death. Hades followed with him. Authority over one fourth of the earth, to kill with the sword, with famine, with death, and by the wild animals of the earth was given to him…”

Mongoloid people are East and Southeast Asian, the Eastern portion of Southeast Asia, Polynesia, Far East Central Asia, Greenland, Far Eastern region of South Asia and surprisingly enough, the Americas!

Shocking to realize WE (Pale Americans) are the Pale Horse!

Is it coincidental that we are currently on the brink of World War III?  Is it too far fetched to think that America does not have a major role in the unsettled politics of our current times and the overall turmoil of the world?  Are we the rider named Death?

Learning religion through repeated Revelations…

The definition of religion:

1. a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, esp. when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs.

THINK ABOUT THIS:  A MORAL CODE GOVERNING THE CONDUCT OF HUMAN AFFAIRS…

 

THE REVELATION PAINTING truly started out as a painting of Revelation-seven scenes but now it has become a crusade of truth.  I have been working on this painting for 11 years and always knew I had a fail-safe in the churches and others with income that has been generated and continues to be generated by you and me and our families and friends.  After all, we supported their “glory” in their “crusade of Christ” for centuries and continue to do so, surely, they would reciprocate and support our dreams, and aspirations…right?  Wrong!  My emails must be considered spam…spam is essentially considered garbage, therefore my dreams are garbage and I am worthless yet my money buys their mansions and Ferraris, Rolls, fancy $40,000.00 gowns, their yachts, their summer house, their winter house, their fall and summer houses and the houses in between, their trips all over the world, their jets, their drugs, their private parties, excessive weddings, and divorces, essentially their very excessive lives!  If it all sounds ludicrous, that is because it is!  I am not saying all churches take advantage of faithful souls but some do!

I waited until the last year before the completion of the painting to request sponsorship from one or some of the 50 MEGACHURCHES in America.  Naïve, I believed the churches I saw on TV, the ones with the biggest flat screens they make all over their “arenas” of a church, the ones which sit bright white on hills in every city packed full of believing, generous souls.  These are the churches on TV with over 10,000 members in a church so horribly big that it is an arena!  I wrote them less than 2 months ago and they deleted my email without even reading it and it said:  “God’s Work” in the subject line!  It’s not that I wrote one church or ten churches, I wrote fifty churches! 

So from there, I went to “charitable organizations” like Habitat for Humanity where I offered 10% of my Ebay sales toward their charity.  I figured an eye for an eye.  They could advertise me and I would give them 10% of the proceeds.  They deleted my email without reading it and the subject line said:  “Big Donations”.  I went to the fortune 100 companies in the U.S., the richest people in America-Trump, Oprah, actors, musicians, and I am not finished.  The only company who wrote back was Exxon!  They have a sponsorship I can apply for.  However, I had told them about my plan (see below-the Hemorrhage) beforehand…I was mad as hell and very impulsive that day.

Then in my search I found information about the New World Order, and that we as Americans have been absolutely fooled and shafted!  I got mad as hell again.  It almost closed me down-emotionally, mentally; artistically….I learned about the World Trade Center and the 911 workers who are dying and our government is not helping them at all!  I saw the stuff about J. F. Kennedy, the conspiracies and how he had signed Executive Order 11110 right before he was assassinated which put the money back in our hands instead of the U.S Treasury…after he died it went right back to the U.S Treasury (which by the way is private bankers…did you know that?)  I knew it was all-real.  How in the hell had I walked around blind with 20/20 vision my entire life?

The painting changed from “just” a painting of Revelation to now using thermochromic paints, which change with temperature to reveal the white and pristine fiber optic God to bleeding on the canvas right before your eyes revealing TRUTH-The Hemorrhage of Pigs!  I wonder what those 10,000 plus followers will think about their “con-man” preachers, priest and rabbi’s after this painting is released?  When the names of their church and how much it’s worth because of the little plate that’s been passed around for hundreds and hundreds of years.   What they did and continue to do is now splattered in blood across the image of God!  It is quite a visual effect SHOCKING to say the least.  How many records will be sold and TV shows watched without the person thinking about it now?  These people got where they are from us, our parents, our friends, our families, our friends families…

~Changes to the painting~

The rider of the black horse is now Martin Luther King as he was the true martyr for equality and the King of Kings, Lord of Lords horse rider is J. F. Kennedy (he is the one who chains the devil for 1000 years-the beast.  If you read about the New World Order, you will know exactly whom the beast is).  There are so many other changes within this painting; it is rich with politics, dishonesty and corruption.  I can write backwards and upside down, so there will be messages hidden within the painting and now there is an unseen battle within the painting of good vs. evil, which is also new.  Once you see it within the painting, you can follow it.  This painting is going to make history, it is going to make many people very angry, and it is going to change many of the things we believed or at least make some people think.

During the 10 years of buying and crushing pounds and pounds-not just carats, of precious and semi precious gemstones (rubies, sapphires, amethyst, etc…),  I have found the answer to 3 of the mysteries of Revelation so far (it is all about 7’s and mysteries).  I was shocked when I found them.  One of them I may not show-it will cause a worldwide uproar.  It is regarding the pale horse who’s rider’s name is Death.  My anger is peaked and I know I am not the only one with dreams waiting for support from the people I have supported my entire life and this painting will be completed by my determination and financial backing if I continue to be ignored or not.  In the end, will it matter?  For me yes, without a doubt.  I am not religious, but I am learning about the moral code, which governs the conduct of human affairs in America.  Are we the harlot of the world?