#800 + rosE: FIRE I – VII April 2018 + APPEAR / HIDE + GOLD/PEARLS or SNAKES/SCORPIONS

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rosE: FIRE

I /II / III / IV/ V/ VI/ VII

Catherine L. Johnson

April 2018

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https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2018/04/10/796-rose-fire-i-ii-iii-iv-april-2018-appear-hide/

http://www.mnartists.org/artwork/rose-fire-i-ii-iii-iv-v-vi-vii

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rosE: FIRE I                                                                                               Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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rosE: FIRE II                                                                                               Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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rosE: FIRE III                                                                                          Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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rosE: FIRE IV                                                                                           Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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rosE: FIRE V                                                                                           Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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rosE: FIRE VI                                                                                      Catherine L. Johnson 2018

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rosE: FIRE VII                                                                                     Catherine L. Johnson 2018

 

 

 

 

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rosE: FIRE

I /II / III / IV/ V/ VI/ VII

Catherine L. Johnson

April 2018

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Number 7 resonates with the vibrations and energies of the ‘Collective Consciousness’, faith and spirituality, spiritual awakening and awareness, spiritual enlightenment, spiritual development, mysticism, intuition and inner-knowing, inner wisdom, psychic abilities, the esoteric, inner-selves, deep contemplation, introspection, eccentric, religion, thoughtfulness, understanding of others, natural healer and healing, secrets, myth, ritual, peace, poise, emotions and feelings, inner-strength, endurance and perseverance, persistence of purpose, the ability to bear hardships, quick-wit, the loner, solitary, isolation, long-sighted, the non-conformist, independence and individualism, intentions, manifesting and manifestation in time and space and good fortune.

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Number 7 also relates to the attributes of mental analysis, philosophy and philosophical, technicality, scientific research, science, alchemy, genius, a keen mind, specializing and the specialist, the inventor, determination, the written word, logic, understanding, knowledge, discernment and discerning, knowledge seeking, study, education and learning, writing and the writer, evolution, stability, the ability to set limits, completion, refinement, stoicism, silence, perfection, chastity, dignity, ascetic, rigor, ahead of the times.

 

 

 

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Rumi 

Rumi’s Little Book of Life: The Garden of the Soul, the Heart, and the Spirit 

by Rumi (Author),‎ Maryam Mafi (Translator),‎ Azima Melita Kolin (Translator)

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“In fact,

my soul and yours

are the same,

You appear in me, I in you,

We hide in each other.”

Rumi

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YESWEKNOWWONDERAWCWEKNOWTRUTHNOW

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#798 + New York Times Editorial Board: “REBUKE to TRUMP / a CENTURY in the MAKING” + “RESPECT” +”ROAR” +”HERHYMNS: BE BRAVE”

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HERHYMNS: BE BRAVE                                                               Catherine L. Johnson  2013

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RESPECT

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A

REBUKE

to

TRUMP,

a

CENTURY

in the

MAKING

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By The  New York Times Editorial Board

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The editorial board represents the opinions of the board, its editor and the publisher. It is separate from the newsroom and the Op-Ed section.

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April 19, 2018

Credit Ping Zhu

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Having a sexist in the Oval Office who curries favor with conservative religious groups is having dire consequences. Health workers in developing nations are preparing for a rise in unsafe abortions due to President Trump’s reinstatement of the global gag rule that prohibits federal funding of groups that provide abortion services or referrals. Here at home, his administration has been hostile not only to abortion access, but even to birth control.

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But Mr. Trump’s presidency is also having some effects he probably doesn’t intend. Rage at the election of a man who boasted about grabbing women’s genitals helped set off the #MeToo movement’s reckoning with sexual misconduct. A record number of women are running for office around the country, many of them announcing their candidacies after participating in women’s marches the day after Mr. Trump’s inauguration.

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And now, on Mr. Trump’s watch, feminists could reach a goal nearly a century in the making, and that many assumed would never come to pass — ratification of the Equal Rights Amendment to the Constitution. It states: “Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of sex.”

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The fight centers on Illinois, where the State Senate recently passed a bill to ratify the E.R.A. If the State House of Representatives also passes the legislation — supporters hope to see a vote next month, and are cautiously optimistic about the outcome — then Illinois will become the 37th state to ratify the amendment.

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Approval by just one more state would bring the measure to the three-quarters threshold required for constitutional amendments. There are a handful of good possibilities, including Florida, Virginia and Utah.

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Congress sent the measure to the states in 1972 with a seven-year deadline that was later extended to 1982. Thirty-five states signed on by 1977, then extensive conservative opposition arose, preventing further ratification. Nevada’s ratification last year was the first since then.

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This recent progress counts as dizzying, considering how long supporters have been at it. So long that one of the original writers of the amendment, Crystal Eastman, died in 1928 — she was only 47, granted, but her co-writer, Alice Paul, has also been dead for decades.

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An entire generation of feminists has come of age largely knowing the E.R.A. as their mothers’ and grandmothers’ fight. That’s if they know about the amendment at all — a 2016 poll conducted by E.R.A. supporters found that 80 percent of respondents thought the Constitution already explicitly guaranteed equal rights for women and men.

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There are some questions about what will happen if a 38th state ratifies the amendment, given that it would miss the deadline Congress set by at least 36 years, and five states have even voted to rescind their ratifications. But E.R.A. supporters and some legal experts make a plausible case that the amendment should still be recognized, pointing to, among other things, the 27th Amendment, on congressional pay, which was ratified more than 200 years after its passage by Congress, although no deadline had been set.

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Then there’s the question of what the E.R.A. would do. Even the most die-hard proponents of the amendment acknowledge that it’s unlikely to radically advance women’s rights, at least in the short term. That’s because, for decades, many courts have applied the Equal Protection Clause of the 14th Amendment to sex discrimination, creating a body of case law that’s functioned as a sort of de facto E.R.A. As to whether the amendment could actually undo some programs that are beneficial to women, like sex-based affirmative action efforts, legal experts point to the fact that though the Constitution already protects the rights of people regardless of race, race-based affirmative action continues to exist. They also point to parts of the country that have state-level E.R.A.s and have not had such outcomes.

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The fight against the E.R.A. is being led by groups on the religious right like the Illinois Family Institute, using arguments that are the ideological heirs of those so vociferously expressed by Phyllis Schlafly, whose group Stop E.R.A. — the first word standing for “Stop Taking Our Privileges” — which became the Eagle Forum, prevented the E.R.A.’s ratification at the time.

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Those arguments include fearmongering about how coed locker rooms could become standard and alimony for women outlawed — arguments that are hard to take seriously but that nonetheless helped Mrs. Schlafly to very effectively convince Americans, including many women, that the E.R.A. was bad news. (Mrs. Schlafly, who died in 2016, would no doubt be appalled that her home state, Illinois, could now play such a pivotal role in ratification.)

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Another conservative talking point is that the E.R.A. would lead to abortion restrictions being struck down. That outcome is not at all certain, but it would help many women. (For obvious reasons, the anti-E.R.A. crowd already had to slink away from an argument that the amendment would lead to legalizing same-sex marriage.)

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Looking at everything the E.R.A. would not do raises the question of why it’s still needed. Here’s why it is: The court decisions that make up the “de facto E.R.A.” can be undone in a way a constitutional amendment cannot. The E.R.A. would add an extra layer of legal protection for women — and men — against discrimination. This could become especially important if Mr. Trump gets to pick additional conservative Supreme Court justices.

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There’s also a symbolic and emotional element to this fight that’s not to be discounted. Ruth Bader Ginsburg — who, before becoming a Supreme Court justice, fought many legal battles over gender discrimination and is a longtime supporter of the E.R.A. — summed up this argument in 2014.

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“I would like my granddaughters, when they pick up the Constitution, to see that notion — that women and men are persons of equal stature,” she said. “I’d like them to see that is a basic principle of our society.”

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Enshrining women’s rights in the Constitution matters. Doing so now, during this presidency, would be particularly fitting.

 

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ROAR

 

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HERHYMNS: BE BRAVE                                                               Catherine L. Johnson  2013

 

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#753 + SUNday / 24 SEptEmbEr 2017 + LIVING THE anam cara LOVE OF INTEGRITY + Morning GLORY

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LIVING THE anam cara LOVE OF INTEGRITY IS the Morning GLORY

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The Meaning of Anam Cara:

Anam Cara means “Soul Friend.” Anam is the Gaelic word for soul and Cara is the word for friend. In Celtic tradition, an Anam Cara is a teacher, companion or spiritual guide. With the Anam Cara you can share your innermost self to reveal the hidden intimacies of your life, your mind and your heart. This friendship cuts across all convention to create an act of recognition and belonging that joins souls in an ancient and eternal way.

In everyone’s life, there is a great need for an Anam Cara, a soul friend. In this relationship, you are understood as you are, without mask or pretention. When you are understood, you are at home.

Love is the threshold where the divine and human ebb and flow, one into the other. Love is the most real and creative form of human presence. An expression of human consciousness, this love includes a depth of awareness and reverence for presence.

Where consciousness is dulled, distant or blind, the presence grows faint and vanishes. Therefore awareness which brings integration and healing, is one of the greatest gifts of this friendship. As a result, you look, and see, and understand differently. You refine your sensibility and transform your way of being in the world.

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The Anam Cara

is a LOVED one

who AWAKENS 

YOUR life

in order to FREE

the WILD possibilities

within YOU!!!!!

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A DIVINE GIFT OF WONDER + AWE.

UNPLANNED.

NOT FORCED.

CELEBRATING + UPHOLDING ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE. 

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#694 + BREATH 1997 CATHERINE L. JOHNSON + ENERGY / VIBRATION + BREAKTHROUGHS / R/EVOLUTIONS + “When I was 5 the Archangel Gabriel visited me at 4 am…” + Yahweh

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ONE PAINTING

BREATH   1997   Catherine L. Johnson 

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Everything created is energy.

Energy vibrates at different levels.

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Just as a singer has a vocal range that moves

from lowest to highest,

each individual human has their own vibrational range.

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Every human moves up and down a vibrational scale.

The more one works on loving oneself,

the higher their vibration rises.

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Everyone is born with a different vibrational scale.

Everyone possesses the ability to reach the highest level

through

APPRECIATION;

forgiveness;

JOY;

meditation

and

LOVE.

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If one wishes to connect to higher vibrational beings,

one simply raises their own personal vibration.

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The universal Law of Attraction states

that like energy attracts like energy.

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The more one stays in a higher, lighter, clearer vibration,

the more one will connect with the spiritual realm.

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Deceased loved ones who have transitioned;

died;

dropped their bodies and released

the dense energy of their physical bodies

move up the vibrational scale.

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Deceased loved ones can become Spirit Guides

upon leaving their physical bodies.

Spirit Guides choose to become teachers

and

guide those of us still in the physical realm.

They offer guidance, comfort, and, at times, warnings and protection.

Spirit Guides are the spiritual essence of deceased loved ones.

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Each physical being, I believe, is supported by a Guardian Angel

throughout his/her

entire physical life,

from birth to death.

A Guardian Angel’s job

is to unconditionally love

and

protect us.

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 Everyone reaches a point in their lives,

 a crossroad,

where one recognizes

and

is confronted

with the immutable fact

that the responsibility

for one’s lives

is

their

own.

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Of course, denial  and fear

is a counter force of this epiphanic

emotional/spiritual breakthrough.

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One who chooses denial and fear

imprisons/freezes their own vibrational range.

Truth-telling and courage yields internal  breakthroughs,

a R/EVOLUTION occurs

and

one casts off  false security,

what was habit

and,

in time,

one lives in dynamic integrity

and,

now,

 their sonic energy vibrates like a Stradivarius

violin,

viola,

cello.

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The  Stradivarius  stringed instruments

– vehicles of the heartspiritsoul of humanity-

were created

after intensive/dedicated experimentation

of physical materials

and

inspired by Antonio Stradivarius’  own musical

 “listening” skills of his own sonic expressive genius.

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The instruments provided gifted musicians,

in relationship with their instrument,

the capacity to create the sonics

of unparalleled sublime beauty.

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 The intimate relationship of the  musician/genius

to their  genius/stringed instrument 

can enact

the inchoate to the ripened emotions

of living a life.

The sonics  brought forth

mirror the delicate, robust, layered

constellation /range

 of the heartspiritsoul’s wordless

 universal language of LIVING a life.

The sonics produced, of course,

are  in proportion

to the  individual musician’s capacity

to live/ know passion

and

to welcome  the VERY life of life.

It is all relational- in relationship.

The relationship of  the individual’s capacity to an instrument/vehicle

is a profound equation.

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Does the instrument make the musician sing

or

does the musician make the instrument sing?

Or, is it an ongoing  dialectic/dynamic of 

letting go

and

seeking beauty

 with the capacity to  welcome/invite, 

enter and create profound

breakthroughs and r/evolutions

as one’s divining rod?

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Love is courage/ Courage is love. 

Shakespeare’s Hamlet: “To be or not to be” is the ultimate question.

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It is the choices, recognition and the courage/couer

of the individual

to construct the reality

so as to play/dance

with a willing, capable vehicle

which, in relationship,

can express the  most profound,

precious and infinite vibrational scales

of  joy to/and sorrow.

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This truth,  this awareness and internal epiphany,

with the selection process a musician chooses

as their instrument/ their vehicle,

transfers equally into individuals’  choices 

of who to love and be loved by.

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Each relationship is a call and response,

a spiritual, a gospel,

a freedom fighter song of rising and constantly becoming

– or not.

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The Master arrives at one’s crossroads.

The choice to embrace or turn away is the trajectory of one’s life.

The story of your life becomes your life.

The more significant a relationship is to self

and

to another is based

on truth-telling

– slowly, suddenly,

and 

always in that direction of telling the truth creates

authentic intimacy

– a sonic vibration that is visceral and palpable.

The dedication to truth-telling creates

a boundless field of freedom

and

is the very testament of love

as a verb.

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One can “FEEL” the vibration

of another’s

freedom, integrity and authenticity.

It is a sonic fusion of an improvisational

lullaby/hymn/gospel Hallelujah song.

Fluid.

Moves and breathes like a cascading waterfall and a pure river:

JOY.

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“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.”

Abraham Lincoln

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No one has no control over anything or anyone but oneself.

With that emotional/spiritual  breakthrough and r/evolution,

an awareness becomes luminous:

 God is in everyone and everything.

God is love.

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God is simply the energy of love,

and

authentic love

is

 boundless;

infinitely beautiful;

radiant

and

free.

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I was 5 years old.

I was home from the hospital, briefly,

with both legs entombed in plaster casts.

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I had lived in the hospital

from the time I was six months old,

an infant,

until I was 3 years,

a toddler.

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From 3 years old until I was 10 years old,

I would go back into the hospital

and, briefly,

 back to my family’s home.

Repeat.

Repeat,

Repeat.

Repeat until I was 10 years old.

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“All of my life I have known an inviolable

place of inner freedom containing:

Earth; pieces of washed clear blue skies;

brilliant unfolding blooms; wings of flight; 

the color and arcs of rainbows;

the hallelujah chorus of wind, rain and rivers;

and

the white glistened silence of ice.”

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Catherine L. Johnson / ARTIST

 

 

 

 

Patients were horizontal breathing beds

and

communicated without words.

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Physical suffering swallows the effort of making words emerge.

The crucible of pain honed “listening”

as a vehicle of communication

– not hearing, the physical function,

but,

“listening”

as a vehicle/divining rod of truth

of another’s water.

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Each patient was a whorl of energy as is the breath of life.

We communicated to each other with our body’s energy.

The attending nurse would “hear” silence.

We would be in a choir of  gentle, rhythmic vibration of:

lullabies, hymns and gospel songs

to comfort,  

sustain  

and

give light to one another.

It was a  beautiful hum.

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As a child in the hospital,

I could feel when death was coming.  

I could feel the soul’s energy rising

and

the sonic release from the body’s captivity.

It was quiet and luminous and sacred.

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I was 5 years old.

I was home from the hospital, briefly,

with both legs entombed in plaster casts.

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I was in a bed next to my sister.

My wood crutches with their foam handles leaned against my bed.

I could hear the sleeping breath of my beloved, older sister.

The room was dark.

I could see the  hazy light of the streetlights through the closed curtains.

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I could plan my dreams when I became a sentient being.

I planned  nightly adventures of flying.

I was fully awake in my dreams

– all my senses were honed

instruments/receptors of life.

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In this dark room,

with only the sound of my sister’s breathing,

a sudden flood of intensely brilliant, radiating light

fell

at the end of my bed.

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Slowly,

the brilliance softened to a glow.

I could see two angels.

One with wide majestic wings and the other with wings of a sparrow.

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The one with the dazzling wide majestic wings

communicated to me

– no words,

simply energy and vibration.

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The angel told me that the presence I was

sensing/ witnessing is that of the Archangel Gabriel.

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The other angel with the sparrow wings’s

was a scribe and a photographer.

I could see the upright feathered pen in the angel’s hand 

 was held above a large shining book

on a book stand.

I could see the folded up camera equipment beside the bookstand.

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Archangel Gabriel communicated to me

that they were there

to write my name down in the book

and

take my photograph.

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Time was not scientific.

I could not say how long they were there at the end of my bed.

It felt warm and beautiful like a ballroom illuminated

with candle lit chandeliers.

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I did not feel the weight of my  plaster casts.

I was floating WITH them, weightless,

in simpatico,

 and in

empathetic resonance.

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I could hear the scrawl of my name being written down:

Catherine Louise Johnson.

I knew the handwriting was florid, and I loved that fact.

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Then there was a burst of exploding light

and, my picture was taken.

I knew I blinked and my mouth was open in the photograph.

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Suddenly,

the Archangel Gabriel and the angel with the sparrow wings vanished.

The previous darkness filled the room with its weight.

My legs were entombed again in heavy plaster casts.

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I needed to ask my sister IF she witnessed

what had just occurred in our shared bedroom.

I could hear the same rhythm of her sleeping breath.

She did not see.

I knew this.

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I immediately decided I must tell my Mom and Daddy.

(My Daddy would be dead – killed in a car accident – the next year.

Decapitated. ) 

I pulled my heavy,  plaster-casted legs

over the side of the bed

and

placed my crutches under my arms.

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My arms were strong, powerful and could lift all the weight below.

I was fast on crutches- “faster than a speeding bullet”. 

I swung my body into my parents’ room.

I announced to my Mother and Daddy

– in words ( I would express in words with my family) –

that the Archangel Gabriel had visited me,

my name was in a large shining book

and

my photograph was taken.

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They both sat up and looked stunned.

I usually did not talk often: use words.

I always had “listened” and observed.

Quiet to them, but not to me.

I “listened” to them and to the silver horn within me.

Vibrations emanating from their bodies.

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A decade less than a half a century passed,

when I found my Mother’s dead body in her bed.

I entered her room and felt an aura of gold energy.

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Her dogs were all asleep on her bed.

I could discern their breath, but not hers.

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Her hand was turned with her palm up.

Her blue eyes were open  

and

her head was turned towards her window.

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The curtain was open.

She had been looking at the birds

on the  tall bird feeder I had mounted in the ground

outside her window.

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My Mother’s body was warm.

I tried to breathe life back into my Mother’s body.

My breath was met with her lung’s water.

I prayed for strength and grace

as I knew I would shatter the hearts

of my brothers and sisters.

The children who I thought were as tiny

as the black and white pictures

I was shown of them while in the hospital.

They were miracles to me in the flesh.

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Weeks after my Mother’s funeral,

I called the presiding minister on the telephone.

I asked if he would kindly visit my studio and he said yes.

Speech, words, were stolen again, from me.

The crucible of the pain of grief summoned

my first language of energy and vibration.

I had become an artist as I knew I would be.

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All I could do, in grief,  was create- draw and paint-

– my  silent vehicle of transformation and transcendence.

The minister came and looked at my work.

He was silent in his gaze.

He moved back and forth,

closer and then further away

as the gold  paint on the  dawn’s morning yellow

 shifted from brilliance to silence.

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Time passed slowly as I watched him

look at and “listen” to my paintings.

I “listened” to  the sound of reverence in his gaze.

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He told me I captured

what he has seen,

over and over again,

when the soul leaves the body

of his dying parishioners.

A rising of  luminous energy.

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He told me that in Hebrew the word for God is Yahweh.

He then  said very slowly:

“Yahweh means breath

and

how the word is spoken is like breathing

-inhale and exhale.

You have created BREATH paintings.”

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LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE #1/ #2/ #3 / #4/ #5 + USING MY “NON-ART HAND” + POST-OP = RECONSTRUCTION/JOINT REPLACEMENT OF MY ART HAND + MY ART HAND = MY BREATH/MY WING/MY FREEDOM SONG…

LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE

Color of yellow + ultramarine blue of irises + of the Ming and Qing dynasty’s ceramics. 

 Composed with my left hand.

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LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE #1                                         Catherine L. Johnson  2016

 

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LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE #2                                       Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE #3                                          Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE #4                                     Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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LEFTYELLOWULTRAMARINE #5                                        Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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Creating these drawings/collages/mix-tapes/ dance charts of color in motion

is keeping me A/LIVE.

My ART HAND/ right hand/ is a reluctant bystander and gasps

at the wild renderings of my left hand.

I can actually “feel” my brain heat up as I work.

Surprising.

Fascinating.

Beautiful.

Exhilarating!

https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2016/05/13/leftspringgreen-1-2-3-4-5-6-using-my-non-art-hand-post-op-reconstructionjoint-replacement-of-my-art-hand-my-art-hand-my-breathmy-wingmy-freedom-song/

https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2016/05/11/leftmingcobalt-1-2-3-4-5-6-using-my-non-art-hand-post-op-reconstructionjoint-replacement-of-my-art-hand-my-art-hand-my-breathmy-wingmy-freedom-song/

https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2016/05/09/leftgreen-1-2-3-using-my-non-art-hand-post-op-reconstructionjoint-replacement-of-my-art-hand-my-art-hand-my-breathmy-wingmy-freedom-song/

https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2016/05/17/leftyellowvermillion-1-2-3-4-5-using-my-non-art-hand-post-op-reconstructionjoint-replacement-of-my-art-hand-my-art-hand-my-breathmy-wingmy-freedom-song/

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs / 21 paintings / 2016 / CATHERINE L. JOHNSON + Erik Satie + Igor Stravinsky + The Bad Plus

SPRING: Chartreuse Songs

21 paintings/ 2016

CATHERINE L. JOHNSON

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http://www.mnartists.org/artwork/spring-chartreuse-songs-21-paintings-2016

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GNOSSIENNES ( Erik Satie) ALDO CICCOLINI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPIuZPmCLaY

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #1                                             Catherine L. Johnson  2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #2                                            Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #4                                        Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #5                                         Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #6                                            Catherine L. Johnson 2016   

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #7                                             Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #8                                       Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #9                                                 Catherine L. Johnson 2016  

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #10                                            Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #11                                              Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #12                                                   Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #13                                           Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #14                                              Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #15                                              Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #16                                             Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #17                                               Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #18                                              Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #19                                              Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #20                                             Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs #21                                           Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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SPRING: Chartreuse Songs

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Each work is a composition of separate parts

cut/ arranged from large pieces-similar to film/sound editing.

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Each piece is 5″ Height on all.

The Width of each piece varies.

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The paint was custom- chartreuse,  a yellow-green color, that is impossible to photograph!

Chartreuse  is  the first  color signal of Spring

-a remarkable/ephemeral/dynamic color

in how it shifts in relationship

to the viewer and the ambient light!

A revelation that cannot be captured- only experienced and cherished…

 

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POUND FOR POUND ( Reid Anderson) THE BAD PLUS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaappOoWPLQ

 

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THE RITE OF SPRING ( Igor Stravinsky) THE BAD PLUS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtUI37JPalU&list=PLiMxAnhOECnTJPFotWi3jpzyGmaxNvbWh

 

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“Eyes on the Sparrow: All Birds Welcome, Documented & Undocumented” by Catherine L Johnson

http://www.twincities.com/2016/04/19/st-paul-art-crawl-birdhouses/

https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2016/03/24/the-soul-should-always-stand-ajar-my-birdhouse-all-are-welcomed-documented-undocumented-birds-no-walls-chirp-very-chirp-freedomfreedomfreedom-freedom-chartreuse/

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song series / 8 paintings / 2016 / CATHERINE L. JOHNSON = a “RE-VISION” of BlueBIRD: FLY series / 8 paintings / 2016 / CATHERINE L. JOHNSON + PRISMS OF BLUE

Please note:

BLUEblueBIRD: Song

8 paintings / 2016 

is a RE-VISION of

BlueBIRD: FLY series

8 paintings / 2016 

https://catherineljohnson.wordpress.com/2016/03/07/bluebird-fly-series-8-paintings-2016-catherine-l-johnson-periwinkle-bluebird-innocence-happiness-hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers/

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #1                                                         Catherine L. Johnson  2016

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #2                                                            Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #3                                                           Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #4                                                          Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #5                                                        Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #6                                                        Catherine L. Johnson 2016

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #7                                                          Catherine L. Johnson 2016

 

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song #8                                                       Catherine L. Johnson 2016 

 

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BLUEblueBIRD: Song series is a RE-VISION of BlueBIRD: FLY series .

The initial series was the basis of the new.

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Each work is a composition of separate parts

cut/ arranged from large pieces-similar to film/sound editing.

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Each piece is 5.5″ Height on all.

The Width of each piece varies.

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The paint was custom- light blue violet periwinkle, a color that is impossible to photograph!

https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Periwinkle_%28color%29

Periwinkle is a remarkable/ephemeral/dynamic color

in how it shifts in relationship

to the viewer and the ambient light.

A dance that cannot be captured- only experienced and cherished…

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Please click: http://www.mnartists.org/artwork/bluebird-fly-8-paintings-2016

http://www.mnartists.org/artwork/bluebluebird-song-series-8-paintings-2016

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MANCRUSH- They Call Me Friend of the Golden Dogs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dQLoBdXLec

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Miles Davis – Blue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfg-IH1wC-k

Joni Mitchell – Blue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5782PQO5is

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Blue songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue, here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there’re so many sinking now
You’ve got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs lots of laughs
Everybody’s saying that hell’s the hippest way to go
Well I don’t think so
But I’m gonna take a look around it though
Blue I love you

Blue here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

© 1970; Joni Mitchell

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