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INTRODUCTION:

THE REVELATION PAINTING

La Pittura di Rivelazione

 

The Revelation Painting was inspired from so many sources throughout my lifetime including the “Old Masters” and their impeccable styles.  The most prominent inspiration beyond a doubt was my mother, Mary Ann.  She was also a very talented artist who put her painting on the back burner in a sacrifice to be a wife and for motherhood and for that I am grateful.  Within her motherly love, she instilled within me a powerful imagination giving me the ability of vision and creation.  My mother ignited the passion of The Revelation Painting mainly through something that happened to her when she was twelve years old; an event that changed not only her life but also mine as her daughter.  Sometimes we receive more than genetics from our parents; we receive the seeds of dreams and through those seeds, gemstone foundations become a magnificent and massive painting!

 I cannot say that I am religious, but I am learning to find my own answers.  The Revelation Painting and 12 years of its creation have offered insight beyond what I could have expected to receive from even formal study.  There was one white bible in our home and it was my mothers.  Although I had spent countless hours trying to read it from the beginning, I returned to the Book of Revelation.  Visual imagery of creatures with six wings covered with eyes, locust with men’s faces, woman’s hair, golden crowns and tails like scorpions overwhelmed my imagination.  Although I found my heart, pounding often times, it was not in fear of what I was reading, it was the image I conjured up through imagination and its glorious power often times carrying me to sleep on the back of a horse with a head like a lion!  My love for the visuals was very inspiring.

Becoming an adult, I began to realize the natural resources of the world and their unsurpassed beauty, which cannot be mimicked even through  science, such as a true rainbow during a soft rain, the blue to violet hues within a red ruby, and the sparkle of a human eye filled with innocence, fear or sorrow.  I began to develop a sense of humbleness while searching for the gemstones that play such a critical role in the New City of this painting.  I saw humanity crushed by diamond thieves, the life, spirit and passion carved from people’s hearts, and in countries where the citizens should be living like kings of the earth due to the natural resources they sleep upon, children are starving to death!   The Revelation Painting developed into a global endeavor through the stones of the New City and the new world it represents.

In creating a global endeavor, I felt it appropriate to utilize as many languages as possible in subtitles of the painting as well creating a sense of unity.  The effort was to pull as many cultures, races, ethnicities as possible into the painting even offering messages in forward, backward and hidden formats within the painting.  People across the globe were and continue to be offered opportunities never seen before to become a part of the painting, of history in the making.  Never before has an artist offered humanity to become intertwined within his/her art as it is being created.  It is an exciting endeavor!

 

  

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Dedication

 

To my children:

 

This journal, associated journals and The Revelation Painting are dedicated and belong to my three children in effort to help them understand that sometimes in life, there are things beyond our understanding and that we are all placed on this earth for a reason.  We may never know our own specific reason if we do not search for answers and look for beauty in ordinary, not just extraordinary things.  Ultimately, we are the masters of our own destinies regardless of whom or what we feel may be the blame for our misfortunes.  I want the three of you to realize that when each of you were born, within your first breath of life, you filled my heart with a passion I have never known since, it is something very rare and sacred which I carry.  The most important thing in life to remember is that it does not matter what material things you have when you leave this earth, what is important is what you take in your heart, leave in other hearts and what you leave behind for the earth.

  

To my family:

 

Always remember the warm, balmy nights where we gazed up and into the stars with our mother who rest amongst them now.  She traced giant purple people eaters, cut our hair in ways we almost shaved bald but little did we realize, she was planting our footsteps amongst the giants.  Our father was not born with a book in his hand on “fathering”, as we were not either.  The most important thing to remember is that a measure of a man or woman throughout a lifetime is to have the ability to realize our mistakes and remedy them.  I know this will sound familiar:  “You will never learn by talking, you will learn by listening.”  How will you measure a man for what he has learned in almost a century if you do not simply take the time to listen?  To all of you, thank you for giving me the honor of knowing you in our lives, you live within me.  Without you all, I would have been blind!

 

Humanity:

 

The muddy red African tribes of today survive similarly, to how my ancestors once did which is an appealing attribute; forging the earth for food and using their hands to acquire what is needed to survive although the click of technology would make it much simpler a task.  The echo of mystical chants thanking the creator for life remains throughout time and encircles the globe but we are oblivious.  We cannot hear past our televisions, our pounding, angry music, we cannot see past our selfishness.  Within a twenty four hour world, those sacred sounds are drown out by the sounds of bars dumping beer bottles several times a night, sirens wailing on their way to pick up a drug overdose who has stopped breathing, a gunshot victim, or some other “unfortunate” victim.

 

We have lost many of the beautiful things given us to create a paradise.  We have ignored the cries of the earth and its members as they drown in naked agony.  The difference between us and the wild beast of the land is that we are supposed to have higher intelligence, we are supposed to be able to find solutions, we are the caretakers bound to help one another, we are the future and only as strong as our weakest member.  At this very moment, our weakest member is dying and it does not take the unsurpassed intelligence of man to realize what that means for the future of humankind.  I am guilty as well, I am hypocritical but I am learning to hear the echoes of mystical chants and within those chants, there is a profound sadness as urgency fades and time waits for no one, not me or you.

 

The Revelation Painting began as simply the religion of the book and through research and evaluation ended in an exposure of truth.  It is a truth of the corruption of humanity and selfishness of humankind.  Mysteries of Revelation revealed and it is self which self ultimately destroys.  To look at the bible, it is a book to teach us the “right” way to exist amongst one another and it states that at the end of time, sons and daughters will become prophets.  We can ask ourselves if God gave those gifts, or in simply evaluating our actions, our past and ourselves, we develop the tools required to create change and save not only our world but also our very lives.  If only we could sacrifice convenience for time, we could reverse the ignorance and damage we have created while given command of our paradise.

 

I imagine this masterpiece scattered upon the ruins of a world we once called home.  It is massive in size and in its messages.  It seems as though the world is spinning out of control in so many ways.  There is no place to jump off and start anew, this is what we were given and we are squandering it away and in the end it will be too late to ask who will save us now?  Although I am unsure if we are teetering on the edge of the Apocalypse, my Instincts of survival push me forward, yet my intuition tells me to prepare myself and to make things right with our creator.  I can start from today to create change, there is no one who can stop me, and I can become responsible and use the charge given me over the earth.  In my humility, my effort may create change and inspire another.

 

 

 

 

JASPER a quartz as clear as crystal

JASPER a quartz as clear as crystal

  

  

JASPER

THE FIRST FOUNDATION OF THE NEW CITY-SCENE VII

Personal Note:

Please note that the information listed is derived from many sources and research regarding the stones is ongoing.  It is difficult to use information of our current times when in biblical times that information may have been different (note the post regarding Emeralds when it is posted).

Obtaining the stones for the New City was my first endeavor when initiating supplies needed for the painting.  I focused on the “bible” names and nothing more.  When I began soliciting for and collecting stones from all over the world, I took their literal “bible” meaning.  Jasper is an excellent example of the confusion and controversy I began to face.

Jasper is noted to be mainly reds and browns most commonly.  There are banded and spotted in nearly all colors.  I imagined the stone used was red, perhaps banded with browns, blacks and yellow/whites as it was the most commonly seen stone with research.  There were blues (ocean jasper) which were magnificent but rare.  I wondered if the blue was the correct stone to use in order to illuminate the heavenly blue colors of God’s New City.

It was not until several years later I realized my error!  I had been collecting the wrong color all along.  I had read Revelation so many times and missed what I now understand jasper to be.  I began to research the stones from ancient times, scientifically, geologically, metaphysically and any way to develop a true understanding of exactly what each stone signifies. 

As I have previously stated: “I am not religious but I am learning”, and in that growth I tried to walk a mile in another “man’s” shoes to find out exactly what was on God’s mind when he mastered the architecture of his New City.  I imagine the plan was to mark HIS New City with HIS glory which SHINES like the sun.  What a better stone to use to crown HIS glory!

CLEAR QUARTZ 

Referring to God and The New City from various biblical text:

  • Rev. 4:3 And he that sat was to the sight like the jasper and sardine stone
  • Rev. 4:6 …and before the throne there was something like a sea of glass, like crystal…
  • Rev. 21:11 Having the glory of God, and the light thereof was like to a precious stone, as to the jasper stone, even as crystal… (SECOND TRANSLATION: …having the glory of God.  … brilliance was like a very costly stone of crystal-clear jasper.)
  • Rev. 21:23 And the city hath no need of the sun, nor of the moon to shine in it.  For the glory of God hath enlightened it, and the Lamb is the lamp thereof.

 

 

FACTS REGARDING JASPER:

  • Quartz is divided into two types:
  • Macrocrystalline-Crystals are visible with the unaided eye.
  • Cryptocrystalline-A microscope is required to see the individual crystals.
  • Jasper is quartz of the cryptocrystalline type that can be of two distinct types; micro granular and fibrous.
  • Quartz makes up 12% of the earth’s crust. (ODDLY ABUNDANT-REMEMBER THAT WHEN READING ABOUT THE STONES IN VARIOUS BLOGS.  A MYSTERY OF REVELATION WILL BE REVEALED IN THE BLOG SHORTLY BEFORE THE PAINTING IS UNVEILED 12/2010 WHICH WILL CHANGE HISTORY~!)
  • As the most abundant mineral on earth, quartz and jasper are found all over the world.
  • Jasper is often multicolored, banded or spotted and is commonly found in reds and browns.
  • Has long been used as tools for hardness; spears and axes.
  • Helps cure liver, intestinal ailments, stomach, gynecological, and cleanse the body of toxins.
  • The stone was once believed to cure insanity with God’s help, and heal demon possessed.
  • Egyptians placed amulets on the deceased as jasper was believed to create a safe passage in death.
  • Protective, calming, offers stability, and balances the emotional and intellectual.
  • Known as “the great rain bearer” in the fourth century.
  • Origin of the name Jasper is Greek: iaspis.
  • Brings happiness, aids in sleep, protective properties.

Major sources of Jasper include:

Venezuela, Germany, North Africa, Brazil, Canada, United States, Madagascar, Russia, Ural Mountains, India, Sicily, France, Egypt, Uruguay, Australia, Kazakhstan 

CHERRY QUARTZ
 
More information and addendums will be added as discovery occurs.

 

RUBY-Red Sapphire (translucent)

RUBY-Red Sapphire (translucent)

 

 

SAPPHIRE

RED SAPPHIRE = RUBY!

The Second Foundation-Scene VII

 

 

As noted in the first blog of the stones, the meaning the stones used to create The New City holds within them a mystery of Revelation which was discovered while crushing the stones.  This mystery will change history and religion as we current understand them related to Revelation, it is history in the making!  Please note that in ancient times stones were classified differently than today and were not a separated family with different names as we see today.

 As noted in the first blog about the stones, research is ongoing regarding the stones, their dates of origin, name origins, when and/or if they became classified as separates from their original families due to color or other contributing factors.  Sapphire is a stone which has numerous separations as you will see in the Jacinth blog.  Once all blogs have been written it will become apparent that the current classifications are what ultimately changed the meaning.

 Sapphire is corundum and is currently (in modern times) the non-red variety of corundum, the second hardest natural mineral known to mankindI have not been able to distinguish when in time the color separation of corundum occurred other than the given name was used in the 19th century, and when the red sapphire became classified differently from the corundum family.  The red variety of corundum is Rubyall other colors became called sapphire, even pink.

RUBY-red sapphire (translucent)

RUBY-red sapphire (translucent)

 Corundum in all colors is known as sapphire except the medium to dark red tones which in modern times characterize ruby.  Sapphire is commonly known as blue yet colors which make up this family of mineral, when applied correctly include yellow, brown, green, black, purple, orange, pink, colorless, and ranges within those colors.  Although this blog is about Sapphire or Ruby, it is worth mentioning the stone Jacinth was Hycinth in ancient times, which is Sapphire.

 A one carat ruby can range in price, according to color, size, clarity and cut to over $10,000.00.  The quality makes the difference and the bigger the stone, the more it is worth.  For example, in 2008 in Geneva through Christie’s (auction sale) a ring “The Graff Ruby sold for $3,647,480.00 which per carat was $425,000.000.  Rubies are often times worth per carat, more than diamonds…Amazing!  

 The Revelation Painting requires  gemstones crushed into shards including rough and faceted where appraisals were not obtained beforehand.  I do not know if the rough gems I crushed wher in fact worth $425,000.00 per carat or not.  It sounds ludicrous but the message of the painting in my eyes is worth far more than a monetary value.  A simple personal philosophy is that I cannot take this painting when I leave the earth, but I can take the impact it made upon the world!

Rough Ruby
Rough Ruby

 

 Also, some faceted stones from Thailand and other Asian countries were lead glass filled which is considered “enhanced or treated”.  Although still ruby, flawed, it is a process where the natural feathering or flaws within the stone is lead glass filled which eliminates the flaw and adds weight to the stone.  Sellers are supposed to disclose this process but do not readily do so.  The stone after time returns to its flawed state.  In the painting, although thousands of dollars worth of rubies were used, some were “enhanced”.

 The spiritual meaning of ruby includes wisdom related to spiritual matters, confidence, helps to focus concentration, offer contentment and peace, and is commonly known as the stone of life and energy.  (As in the Jasper blog, please remember-LIFE and ENERGY as it relates to the uncovered mystery of the stones in the foundation of The New City).  The ruby is considered the most powerful gem in the universe!  The gift of ruby symbolizes friendship and love.

 Rubies are found in many parts of the world and have been mined for centuries.  Burma is the main source for the finest rubies but in recent years very few quality rubies have been found.  The finest ruby color is known or described as “pigeon’s blood”.  Other areas where rubies are mined include:  Kenya, Greenland, Tanzania, Vietnam, Nepal, Thailand, Cambodia, United States, Tajikistan, Afghanistan, and Pakistan as well as other locations.

 The name ruby was derived from the Latin word ruber which means simply “red”.

Dreams

This blog is copied from The Journal of Dreams. One of seven journals to be published after the painting’s release in 12/2010. A time investment of twelve 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 focus on Spindletop would create a kind of child in the house she so longed for, missed, 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. It 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

EMERALD-The Fourth Stone

 

Red Emerald-Bixbite

 

Beryl has been considered a valuable gemstone since prehistoric times. There are many colors of beryl known under many names. Green beryl is called emerald. In the 1800s green beryl was removed from the beryl family and called emerald. Blue beryl is aquamarine, colorless is goshenite, pink is morganite and yellow is heliodor ranging from a bright yellow to a honey-golden yellow.

Red beryl is extremely rare and mimics shades of red from bubble gum to to scarlet, or the color of blood. Mainly found within the Wah Wah Mountains of Utah, only an estimated 60 pounds were ever mined in the history of the world! Some smaller amounts have been found in other countries recently. Oddly enough it seems people are drawn to this stone yet do not understand why. The reason will be revealed later via an exerpt from The Stones Journal.

Blood?

 

The most common thread between this stone, its rarity, and the similar color of blood is in fact that the bible pounds a message to its readers that we should never forget that Jesus shed his blood for our sins. What better way to elevate the significance of that sacrifice than to mark it with the rarest gemstone in the world? These facts seem confusing but within The Revelation Painting there is a mystery of Revelation which has been overlooked since the bible was written and it will be revealed in The Stones Journal. Once revealed, the mystery is easily seen in the painting. The price for red beryl or Bixbite is astronomical! For one faceted carat, you can expect to pay $20,000.00 or more. Although I have obtained 6 carats of rough stone and the collection required for this section of the painting (an estimated 272 carats) will obviously have to be forfieted in lieu of a replacement stone of similar color or some other meaningful way to express the significance of this most important section.

I once spoke to a man who had worked in the mines in Utah and asked for the owner’s contact information. He was very put off when he found that I needed to crush it for the painting. He went on to say that the stone was highly coveted and that the owner would never sacrifice it for the painting. I will never know if I do not ask, so time will tell if the mine owner will sacrifice a handful of the stone.

(THIS SECTION WILL BE UPDATED as developments occur)

 MY CUSTOM STONE CRUSHER

 

 

 

 

 

MY TOOL

 

 

For over nine years I tried to crush gemstones by various methods.  I lost many, got hit in the face many times, essentially I would consider it a very dangerous job!  Round stones become projectiles…believe me!

So I see a man on Ebay who sells gold mining tools and think:  “Wow, he might be able to design me a tool.”  The tools he was selling were far too big to crush a carat stone.  I wrote him, told him what I needed, the specifics and he made the tool by welding it, and shipped it while the metal was still hot!  He was truly what you call a “God-send”.

The tool was designed to fit flush internally with the inner base in order not to get small pieces of stones trapped in any fissure lines.  He dropped hot metal (steel) into the barrel and quickly brushed it with a steel brush to make it shiny, smooth inside.

This device is heavy, I thought it might break my scanner glass so I placed it in two scans below.  The plunger (I call it) is solid steel with a welded pipe vertically and a hollow handle welded horizontally.  It is a very powerful tool!  I destroyed some quartz (as practice pieces) in the beginning until I got the exact range to smash the stones.

The main thing I learned about using this tool is that although you are smashing very valuable stones and breaking them into shards, you still need to be gentle and respectful or when you lift the plunger, you may be left with colorless white powder!  It is also great for anger management issues~!