Tuesday, December 25, 2007
All my sculpting begins with this basic spiral
template, which I believe is programmed into
the nucleus of our mind's eye.
When you look at tiny organisms through
a microscope, or consider atomic particles,
they match the patterns of the macro-universe,
from galaxies to other heavenly designs.
This is a testimonial to God's handiwork. God
is the artist who created the fuscia flower
and the clever and cute honey bees, the
face of cats and the majesty of dolphins,
elephants and ladybugs.
see under the sun is a window
of contemplating the mind of God,
who made it all.
Above all, God the ARTIST,
has a blatant testimony all around us
constantly, which all eyes have
seen, so there is no excuse not to praise
Of course, as humans, we like to pretend
it is all our domain, to create, to destroy,
and even to mimic the designs he has
originated, and then calling them our own.
I do it, so I'm not criticizing other artists.
Yet, anything that we do was first programmed
My sculpting now consists of doing jewelry,
and I consider my jewelry the culmination
of a lifetime of artistic trial, error, education
and suffering for art. I failed as a painter,
because I didn't have anything unique to
say. Even adoring beauty in God's handiwork
was not adequate for me to interpret in
a meaningful and special way.
If anything, I was technical and competent,
but, no different than 1 out of 4 people with
artistic inclinations. This caused me so much
frustration, because all my life, I have felt
a desire to pursue artistic avocations, to
express things too deep to ignore from
within my very soul, and in my heart and
mind, constantly. Yet, I was mediocre
which was painful and hard to swallow
with each failed project.
But, after the accident, which ended
my professional life, I pursued something
else to purge the pain, something that
I have always adored: Jewelry.
For the first time in my life, my dad told
me, "you ARE a wonderfully gifted artist."
I literally choked up, and told him how
I've waited all my life to hear him say
that. I was taken back to my late teens,
as a struggling and tortured art and
music school dropout, going from one
failed pursuit to the other. He told me
patiently that art is something that I
would never distinguish my life with,
so it should just be a medium to enrich
me, not for greater purposes.
He also said that art is a second career,
something that is savored after succeeding
by establishing a work ethic, and other
layers of life. I accepted his harsh words,
but, didn't have an easy time understanding
that I would never establish my life as an
Jewelry came by surprise. First, through
my love of gems and creative design.
Jewelry is more forgiving to a creative
soul who is not the best artist. Jewelry
looks best stylized and there are really
no wrongs. The medium has intrinsic
value and unlike painting, enhances
the owner, and as three dimensional
art, it has endless possibilities.
I wonder why knowing we're in the
last days, my passion has turned to
gemstones, gold and silver, yet, I
feel that God also gave me this gift
of design and appreciation for gems.
They are natural art from God, himself,
so, utilizing them is more spiritual
than painting with oils or working
Now my clays are brightly colored
and metal polymers, and the creative
ways that I can use them are like
trying to count the stars in the night
At a time when I thought I would
live an ascetic life devoted to the
stark and pious discipline of the
Nazarite vow, I have landed in
a world that seems to defy those
values. Yet, I long for New Jerusalem
not merely for the ecstasy of being
in Christ's Kingdom, but, desire
the beauty of mansions constructed
from the glorious gemstones that I
now can only use in tiny increments. I
wonder what it will be like to
actually walk on streets of
transparent pure gold, and
see emerald buildings, next to
tourmaline structures, etc.
The description of the breastplate
of the High Priest of Levi has a
depiction of this holy promiced city,
with twelve precious stones, in three rows,
representing the 12 tribes. The
stones and their natural beauty
are used throughout scripture.
Even the use of gems to attribute
virtue, such as the pearl of wisdom
and understanding, given to
those who seek God and heaven,
is inspirational, for sure.
I have to believe with my heart that
my love for God's masterful creation,
with all it's intrinsic and extrinsic
beauty, from the tiniest spiral organisms
to the vast and massive swirl of the galaxies,
are witnesses to God's pen and handicraft.
All we can pray for is to possess some of
God's gifts, and this gift for using God's
natural gemstones and natural world
to represent art in a personal way, seems
to me to be a gift that God's blessed me
Hearing my dad call me a "gifted and
great artist" was a miracle today.
I thank God for all the blessings in my
life, and I have too many to count.
I pray for all those who are blown
about and twisting in the wind, to
find a home in New Jerusalem,
coming down from Heaven, with
gates of pears, and streets of luminous
gold. I pray that they find the love
and peace that surpasses anything
that is foreshadowed here on Earth,
for when God is with us, we will
be in Paradise.
Praise Jesus Christ forever, and Praise
to the Father and Creator of the Universe
for giving consideration, and the Holy
Spirit, to bless our species. He has bestowed
immeasurable hope of glory and joy
upon us wretched beings.
May His Name be praised forever.
May His Light turn darkness into
day. May He come soon to take
mankind to our destiny.
I will praise Him with every last ounce
of my being, until I see Him, and then
I will praise Him for all eternity.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Jesus celebrated Hanukkah:
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Egkainia= The 25th of Chislev, middle of our
December commemorating Judas Maccabee
who was one of Christ's ancestors.
1) dedication, consecration
a) in particular the annual feast celebrated
eight days beginning in the 25th of Chislev
(middle of our December), instituted by
Judas Maccabaeus [164 BC] in memory of the
cleansing of the temple from the pollution of
Antiochus EpiphanesAntiochus Epiphanes was a pre-incarnate
Antichrist. He was the template for the final
Antichrist. He corrupted the Temple with
paganism, and replaced the Hebrew deity
with himself and his blasphemies. It is
ironic to me that Christ deliberately
demonstrated his allegiance to Maccabees
and defiance of Antiochus, since the
same pagan pollution has corrupted
the Church with Christmas, with all
the same pagan traditions and blasphemies.
It's very subtle, but, blatant at the same
There was no mention of his "birthday"
and I think it is because he was born
in the Autumn, most likely on Yom Kippur,
since He takes away the sins of the world.
I realize I'm obsessed with the season of
sin, which nearly everyone but me is obsessed
with enjoying. Call me a Grinch, I don't care.
I have always loathed and
dreaded x-mas. That's not unusual for
Jewish kids, even though technically,
we're supposed to get presents from
eight different days of Hanukkah celebration!
There's power knowing Christ celebrated
Hanukkah, and His birthday on Yom Kippur!
(;-) (Ok, I don't have authority to say that
with authority, but, he sure wasn't born
on December 25!)
Christmas is a time of year when
the repulsive ungodly traditions prevail,
most glaringly the greed and lust
for material things. It is a season of
temptations and indulgences, the
antithesis of everything that our
Lord actually represents, which is
temperance, and modesty, decency
and crucifying the self to serve
God and mankind.
It's 6 a.m...
The peaceful stillness in the early dawn
is sacred and unique. The air is scrubbed
fresh, and everything feels new again.
There is hope for the new day, and
gratefulness to have another day
under the sun to enjoy.
I love the sight of the pastel lights
and the smell of fragrant dew. I
love the feeling of awe towards
the beauty God has blessed us
with. I love watching the colors
break in pieces, shattering the
darkness. Light makes the most
ordinary scene a paradise and blessing.
During the Maccabees era, the
spiritual darkness was as intense
as it is for us today, with all of
the errors in faith and the saturation
of Greek/Egyptian and Roman culture
into our Temple, so to speak. It's
the same. Christmas proves that
parallel phenomenon. It isn't
a Hebrew feast day, but, Hanukkah
was, and that's what Christ acknowledged.
We are told that beyond the veil
into the future, our beloved Lord
will be our light, and we will have
no need for the sun to illuminate
our way. Of course, this is the
most literal metaphor, and even
now, I can feel the darkness in
my mind start to awaken in color
as He rises in me, another day
praying for our hope of paradise.
Oil is symbolic of anointing. In
fact that's a major symbol in
spiritual understanding of some
of the verses in Scripture.
It represents the Holy Spirit,
and having that oil to last eight
days can be seen as our miracle
too, for after the SEVENTH DAY,
the Millennium of our LORD, which
commences soon, the EIGHTH
Day will be our reign with Christ,
in a new heaven and Earth.
It's rather deep.
I think our times are every bit as
evil and dangerous as the holy
Maccabees. These great people
of faith were honored by our Lord
and Savior, Y'Shua HaMaschiach.
Jesus Christ, the First and the Last.
The firstborn of God and the
firstborn of the dead.
Lead us into the light Lord,
as we have no other guide but
you. We live in corrupt and
treacherous times, where we
are bombarded with ungodliness
and sin, which is lauded as
being more preferable to piety.
Father, in Jesus Christ's Name,
I pray for the Jews of my heritage.
They need to come out of the
night and into the dawn of the new
day of the Messiah, who is the
light and life of eternal promise.
I pray that Christians are likewise
compelled to put away darkness,
and come out of the pagan
traditions of their ancestors,
which they cherish almost more
than their faith in Christ.
I pray that the scales fall from
the eyes of the preachers, who
teach falsehoods, for Jesus Christ
was not born on December 25th.
There's a clear and vigorous imperative
and standard NOT to make up stuff
about Christ, so there's no excuse
for this abomination to take place.
It's an equivalent to the abomination
of DESOLATION, like the events
which happened with Antioche
I can hardly believe so many
churches fall prey... It's blatantly
forbidden to celebrate the pagan
I pray that they no longer combine
the HOLY with the most profane,
which is what they have practiced
doing for centuries with this abominable
time of year.
I pray that this heavy heart and
grieving I feel this time of year
is resolved in hope that many
will soon wake up, before it's
I pray that the nation of Israel
is converted by the truth, and
that they seek the God of their
fathers, not adultery in the
twisted texts of commentary
which are convoluted and
misleading. I pray that they
see the one who was pierced,
and i pray that they are redeemed.
Lord God, only you control the
Universe, and you count every
blade of grass. It is all yours.
We are in need of your light,
and the darkness is almost
impenetrable these days....
People celebrate sinfulness,
greed, pride, and even worse
decadence and the devil. They
put bad for good, and bitter for
The role models for a generation are
evildoers and demonic harlot-shills,
like Paris Hilton and Britney Spears.
This is how low we are today. Please
take away this darkness, and
bring again a standard of light to
rise like the sun on the world today.
We are besieged by an even
more oppressive darkness than
Greece and Rome, and combined.
As perverse as they were, they
don't hold a candle to the
demonic influences in these last
days. There is a campaign of
corruption aimed at this
final generation, to keep them
from entering the gates of paradise.
The method is deceitful and detestable,
and they do it by bombarding children with lust,
greed, violence, perversions and
every value contrary to your light
and holiness. Harry Potter and
Lucifer are rock stars today. The
rock of ages is called evil and
they are given fairy tales and
fat Santa to represent the
God of the Universe, and
Help to dispell these devilish forces
and bring this last generation into
your grace. Be our lamp and the
oil, which represents our annointing,
is also synonomous with our salvation.
Send your Angels to confound our
foes, and may those evildoers who
corrupt the minds of billions be
dispatched to Hell so they can
neither hurt nor destroy again.
Thank you for all your abundant
blessings and mercies.
Even if I die today, I rejoice,
because knowing you, and having
Jesus Christ in my life, has blessed
me more than jewels, yachts, and
mansions. You have promised us
in abundance all of these things,
but, the only thing that matters
to me is to be a loyal and
worshipful lover of God.
My Hanukah is eight days of loving
you, Lord. Each day, the love burns
brighter. Not diamonds, rubies or
millions of dollars be equivalent to
the gifts you have bestowed on all
those who love your holy Name and
call on you. Only the Lord
can bring us peace. That is the
gift that no one else can provide
Come swiftly Lord, down below the
mountain of myhr. Maybe this time
next year, you'll finally be here and
take us beyond the rainbow into
the clouds, into the refuge to wait
out the final storm clouds, far from
the last indignation. We will be
singing a new song.
In the Name of Jesus, I pray for
peace today. Not peace for the
haters of God, but, for the lovers
of Yeshua. I pray that any and
all who despise the Light of the
World, have profound and
unbearable darkness and strife
today, to provoke them to seek
the light while He may be found.