Hooked X = Holy Grail = Jesus' Bloodline?!

My mind is officially blown. I suppose this may not be a surprise to anyone who has watched the DaVinci Code,(I haven't), but watching many episodes of America Unearthed on the History Channel opened my eyes to mind blowing possibilities.

1. Jesus and Mary Magdelene had a CHILD
2. Knights Templar came to America before Columbus to evade persecution because they knew the truth.  See # 1
3. The Knights Templar guarded the Holy Grail, which was / is /could be #1.
4. The Free Masons were connected to The Knights Templar and an exclusive sect of the Masons guarded The Holy Grail secret, which is #1
5. Along with number 1, that Jesus and Mary had a child, the Holy Grail could be Jesus' bloodline.  Bloodline, descendants of Jesus and Mary!  The Holy Grail could be that along with  Jesus' cup from The Last Supper, gold, and other things.

Scot Wolter on America Unearthed blew my mind today with many compelling artifacts that all pointed to one symbol.

The Hooked X

This is so fascinating.  Scot Wolter thinks the top V represents the female, the bottom inverted V represents the male and the top hook?  A child.  This symbol appears all over.  In England, in Scotland, and remarkably, America.  In Rhode Island there was a giant boulder in the water near the shore that had Rune symbols on it, including the Hooked X.  It was stolen, though in 2012.  It would take an enormous planned effort to remove such a boulder without anyone noticing.  But they did it.  The question is why?  Did it give too much information?  Did too many people pay attention to it and learn too much? Did a Free Mason sect plan the removal to guard it for safekeeping????  It is all so unbelievable to me, really.  Wow.  It makes sense that the Knights Templar would escape to America by ship, as we would be where they would land if they sailed across the Atlantic.  There they could believe without judgement and safeguard their secrets with little interference from anyone. 

Scot Wolter believes they carved in the stones as a marker, a sign post for other Templars to see.  Makes sense.

 

What bothers me is how much "evidence" is out there that Jesus had a child to others, but not to us Catholics, or namely, me.  Scot Wolter speaks to scholar after scholar and discusses that Jesus had a child with the bones of that child in Jesus' tomb.  Wh...What?!  The one man mentions that Jesus's family had to prove to the government, or priests that they were just poor peasant farmers and weren't going to cause anyone any trouble. Wh...What?!  It is all so matter-of-factly mentioned.

 

 

To be honest, this led me to my own line of thinking about how Priests should be allowed to marry.  Jesus was a man and he clearly had a girlfriend or wife in Mary Magdelene.  Why would priests try to dehumanize themselves by denying a very basic human need that even Jesus himself allowed.  Why, as a religion, would we squash this?  God made him a man to live amongst as brothers, to teach to us, to guide us, ... It doesn't surprise me at all that Jesus could have gotten Mary pregnant. Why would this be hidden?  Perhaps, they weren't married?  Perhaps it would lessen his holiness, his purity???

 

 

Again, it is mind blowing to me and I want to learn more.  I am going to buy Scot Wolter's book and read more.  It is so fascinating to ponder, hypothetically or factually.

http://www.history.com/shows/america-unearthed/cast/scott-wolter

 

 

 

 



ART STRUCK on NEW YEAR'S EVE!!! The Red Bag

Inspired by a repeating New York Times Ad for a Louis Vuitton Red Bag....had to paint it.

Next pic, cleaned up her face but for some reason less sparkle on her skirt.

Now what do I do with it....continue painting...black ink...taupe brush the background?

My Resolution is to do more art, more writing, whether it is good, bad or ugly because and only because it gives me great pleasure and satisfaction to create something that makes ME happy!

So, there it is. 

I am Art Struck.

I LOVE my RED BAG! Sketch

Art Struck!

The New York Times repeats this same ad over and over again.  I don't mind because it is so striking and for whatever reason, I can relate.  It is an ad for a Louis Vuitton Red Bag with Michelle Williams in a stark black jacket, white blonde spiky hair clutching her prized possession, a lipstick Red LV oversized bag.  Her look is fierce with her flawless pale skin and bold matching red lips.

Whenever I see this ad, I pause and always say out loud how much I love this shot, this bag, the whole deal.  My husband said to me, "You should paint it."  Huh.  Yeah. I should.

So, I felt inspired.  I can't sketch or paint if my heart isn't in it, and I haven't felt moved to do so in a quite a while.  This moved me.  I found a lipstick red bag of my own, online on Black Friday.  It was my gift to me.  No. It isn't this particular bag and no. It isn't by Louis V.  It's by Nine West and I love it.  It is big, but not too much. It is the same awesome just right red color, with an interior of leopard print, which isn't usually my thing, but in this case, it works!!  I found a wallet at Target that matches perfectly.  I am in love with my pocketbook and want to clutch it, grip it like in this ad.  That's how much I love this bag.  Funny, when you find an object that you just identify with and truly love it.  It is so me, kind of feeling.  It's just a thing, but what is it about pocketbooks that make me go crazy like this?  It is kind of crazy to feel this way, but I do!

Anyway, art struck and I'm on my way to creating something cool.  I might do an Andy Warhol like look with bold color popping out...watercolor and ink?? or Arcrylic and ink??

Hmmmm.  We'll see...this is an act of love....for The Red Bag.

2014. Dear God, May It Be a Good One!

I think I'm due for a good year.  I do.  For the love of God, please let it be smooth, peaceful and fruitful.  Yeah. 

I can use a little fruit, especially of the green persuasion.  You know, green backs? Dough? Moola? Geesh.  Don't make me say it.  Sigh.  I need some money.  More than what has been coming my way.  I desperately need to pay off debt, my Masters Degree student loan in particular.  Oh, do I need a car as it struggles and gasps as I try to go up a long winding hill that is part of my commute to and from work. Well, one way is downhill, the other up.

But I would never be so bold to ask for more wealth above health, though.  I do wish to maintain and pray for excellent health for my family and me.  After that, financial liquidity would be greatly appreciated and I do feel its about damn time I earn what I deserve, cause right now that isn't the case.

Anyway, I am of the sandwich generation where I worry not only about myself and my family with two kids heading into their college years (Yikes! Talk about needing plenty of dough!!!!) but I worry about my 80 year old father who is battling Multiple Mylenoma, which for the last few months has been above the fray for needing chemotherapy treatment, holding steady until now.  Here we go again with the chemo, which he has actually tolerated well except for restlessness the night the chemo was received.  But will it work again?  His doctor wanted him to go to the next level of medicine, but after my father read all of the side effects, he knew it would do him more harm then good.  His doctor said, "You know this isn't going to work forever." My father flatly replied, "I'm not going to live forever."  The doctor acknowledged that he had him there...so onward to the chemo treatment he has been receiving and God Bless it.

Worries.  When will worries not be a part of my life?  Or, I should say, when will worries not be on top of my list of things on my mind.  My Dad falling, chemo not working, being his Health Proxy, my health - my bones suck, headaches, my husband's crazy triglycerides, his overall health, my boys' life and happiness, their health, their college choices....Oh God, they might do military...Marines for Music and Coast Guard.....I yi yi.  I never thought I'd  be a military mother...but it isn't anyway typical when one enters the Marines to play in the Marines Band, "The President's Own" Band.  I read up on it and it is steeped in history and tradition starting with President John Adams.

But for whatever reason you enter the Marines, you do Boot Camp.  "It'll Destroy You," The recruiting officer said that bluntly to me and my son.  Those words haunt me.  This is my son we are talking about.  How can I and he get past that? Fear. Pure utter fear is what I feel.  I, as a mother, do not want him to feel that kind of fear either.

Ugh.
Ugh.
Ugh.

Okay.  Resolution.  Turn off your brain.  Learn to push the worries aside and sieze the moment.  Enjoy the moment, because really, that is all you have. Now.  Today. Stop worrying about tomorrow.

So, turning computer off and listening to the Shamrock and The Thistle....sweet.

Like the Scots for a Happy New Year I'm going to get a lump of coal, a loaf of shortbread and a bottle of whiskey!

Happy New Year!

Right now, this moment, it feels peaceful in the house with heavenly Celtic music playing, my husband asleep beside me, my boys relaxing downstairs....ahhhhhh.

Halloween...Do You Believe In Ghosts?

To be honest, I want to believe in ghosts and I don't.  I used to live for the show Ghost Hunters, Pychic Kids, and crazy Zak Begans from Ghost Adventures. Why do I want to believe? Well, it's kind of a confession. I want proof that there is something more than this life. That we have a spirit, a soul that goes on when our physical body gives out.  But here is the disturbing kicker... I don't like these kind of spirits or ghosts because these spirits are trapped, not moved on and some are even evil dark spirits.  I don't like to think that there are dark evil entities out there and I don't like to think of spirits that are trapped or are non-intelligent hauntings...meaning, it's like a rerun of an event, or action over and over again. What is that?

It is Halloween where I read the great divide between the living and the dead is lessened.  The veil that separates the spirits of the deceased is lifted a little bit so that we can reach out to our loved ones.  So, if you there is a time to try to communicate with our loved ones and go dancing in a cemetery, now would be a good time.

 

Like UFO's, spirits are sure hard to find and validate with video or photography. Why is that? 

 

Do you believe in ghosts? I'll let you know if I get in touch with anyone tonight!

Beckett and Castle

Oh my God. I can't stop watching this show episode after episode! First, I used to watch The Mentalist but then it just seemed like endless grisly murders with Red John and Patrick Jane's revenge and grief.

But now, I'm hooked on Castle on TNT. Beckett and Castle are infectious and the mystery unravels in such a way that you cling to the next scene breathlessly. Plus, it's slick, sexy and the understory pulls at you.

Excuse me. I have to go. It's back on!

Secrets? In Today's World Is It Even Possible?

Secrets. Spies. Oh my.  When you mention the word Secret, it conjures up something sneaky, snarky, and yet, dreadfully important that it remain, just that, secret.  The National Security Assoiation, The CIA, The FBI,  The White House even supposedly has a Book of Secrets passed down from President to President.  Even Secret Societies exist today that are veiled in secrets, The Free Masons, The Illuminati, and even The Vatican.  Today, can anyone really keep a secret? Is it possible to keep a secret with all the communication technology we have?  We text, we email, we SKYPE, we have FACE time, we tweet, instagram, vine, and blah blah blah...to keep a secret today seems, well, silly.  We put everything out there. We are all connected and want to be.  So, why and how is phone tapping such an alarming secret revealed?  I'm not fazed about it, not one bit.  You listen? Really? I would think someone is paying attention to communications to watch for danger.  I am a mere civilian, and I know of the governement listening to the "chatter" of terrorist activity will raise our alert level to yellow or orange.  Based on the "chatter" the danger is high or low making an "event" likely or more likely.  Chatter means we listen to people talking.  Guess what?  Terrorists could be Americans or living in America.  The 9/11 terrorists were learning how to fly in Florida.  The Boston bombers lived in Boston.  They are here people and THAT is no secret.  I am more scared of this Edward Snowden and what secrets he knows and is now sharing with anyone and everyone.  He, himself, is more dangerous than any phone tapping that could ever be done especially since he fled our country and is now in Hong Kong.  But his secret is out because he can't help himself by video programming himself and answering questions, so he is letting his own secret out that we will track.  Secrets?  There are no secrets anymore.