Un Univers de l'Ange

A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS TO CALIFORNIA'S STATE CAPITOL

2008-12-05T19:49:00.001-08:00

Today I drove to Sacramento with five copies of my proposal, A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD, and hand delivered it to a friend of mine, Miiller. Miiller works in the Senate Appropriations Office (Rm.406) and is going to give copies of my proposal to a few people who work at the State Capitol, as well as to the Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger. He will be taking it directly to his people and will be trying to get me an interview with Arnold Schwarzenegger to discuss my proposal, and I'm hoping I'll be able to not only convince him to institute the program in California, but to get a copy to our incoming President, Barack Obama. If these two things happen, it will be a success. I believe it will be, and that we will have A Universe of Angels in the next couple of years. Miiller loved it, and thought all of my ideas, from A Universe of Angels to The Church of Love & the Treaty of Faiths. So, it looks as if the response I'll keep getting is positive!I've also sent out mass mailings, another 1,400, yesterday, to invite people to read my proposal. Many of them were from the United Nations, and I sent out 140 to the California State Capitol. If I ever get to the President, I'm going to ask him if he can get me a Papal audience. I suggested today to Miiller that if the Treaty of Faiths were to happen, that the American Government should have the Pope endorse it. To read my full proposal, fully copyrighted:

A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS
http://auniverseofangels.wetpaint.com/

I'm struggling on the financial side, so shall start putting some of my artwork online and try to sell copies of my books, as well. I hope things are well with everyone...I fight-I win...and that's a truth...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

2008-11-14T16:29:00.000-08:00

Side Note: I just picked up a $750.00 check for 30 copies sold of my book, Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary and deposited it in my personal checkingRebeccaTacosaGray

A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS/A MOVEMENT FOR LOVE

2008-11-02T08:19:00.000-08:00

I've copyrighted a plan by U.S. Copyright in progress TX-16013. I'm sending out packets to billionaires, millionaires, and large company owners to try to institute a Global Charity Drive 3 months a year to solve world problems. Below comprises a portion of my idea, the text is protected in full detail by copyright and cannot be touched:

A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS : A NON-PROFIT ORGANIZATION
A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD.
©2008RebeccaTacosaGray, Earth.Universal Copyright.California

FOUNDER & OWNER: Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Un Univers Des Anges
3417 E. Redwood Road
Ceres, California 95307
(209) 756-1099

A MOVEMENT FOR LOVE:

One of the great beauties of Humankind is that we have the ability to change the entire world. It’s a matter of love to recognize that we can take responsibility for our Earth, year by year, with all human beings responsible for the changes taking place. I’m hoping to find one major business owner to back and institute A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A Non-Profit Organization.

My movement involves charity, and I'll brief everyone further once I have all the packets sent out to the proper people...have a great day!

As I said, no one, on Earth or in Heaven, takes responsibility for my work or my movements. Anyone who attempts this on Earth (or otherwise) besides myself will be prosecuted. I have no patrons, and I take full responsibility for my own actions. Not one of the Heavenly Upper or Lower Host are me. The Females are finished. I'm a unique human being, the One and Only.

76 Gas Station Exhibit

2008-10-27T22:32:00.000-07:00

I've put up a new exhibit at a 76 Gas Station in Manteca, a lovely montage of blues and greens. I've two or three more paintings to include tomorrow, but, for the most part, it's finished. I'll be adding white for the graffitti on the walls, to make everything look finished, but for a small gas station bathroom, I like it! Many people will see it, and I've included my Angel's Perspective Card and some wonderful poetry...if you ever travel through California drop by...hope everyone is well...RebeccaTacosaGray

ARCO EXHIBIT

2008-10-13T20:08:00.001-07:00

Today I installed a new exhibit at an Arco Gas Station in Manteca, California! It's a beautiful black and white exhibit, and I'll put a large sign, tomorrow, on the back of the door detailing one of my Un Univers Des Anges beliefs...that we are beautiful, and that all people should strive to help others. Possibly my Prayer of Love, as well. Also, I have recieved a go ahead to install an exhibit across the street at the 76 Gas Station, as well. I'm thinking a moonscape scene...the bathroom is white, so we'll see. All of my artwork is recycled, and it is anchored firmly to the walls, and shows the beauty of Un Univers well. So...two more exhibits, and more to come! Have a wonderful night...RebeccaTacosaGray

HEALING THE WORLD

2008-10-13T15:17:00.000-07:00

Last night I copyrighted thoughts I had about healing this earth. I'll be sending off some materials to Al Gore in something special, a writing box. And I'm suggesting a debate that I'll tell you about at a later date. Possibly one to Bill Gates, as well, in regards to HOME. Also, I might include copies of my Bohidarma piece, as well as the Perfection of the Soul and The Universal Quilt. So...things are happening...I've got things to do, things to send off to people...and a small exhibit hopefully installing in a beautiful Chevron station bathroom...blacks and whites. With luck...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

NEW EXHIBIT "THE SOUL"

2008-10-12T17:39:00.000-07:00

I've put up a new exhibit in my Modesto Borders location called "The Soul." My old exhibit was just as beautiful, but I felt that I wanted this particular exhibit close to home. It's gorgeous, and I'm proud of both my work and the exhibit. I'm auctioning off one small painting for Breast Cancer, and have displayed some of my writing as well (A Thought on Bohidarma's Enlightenment, The Perfection of the Soul, The Universal Quilt.) Also, I'll be putting up an exhibit by month's end in San Francisco. The Executive was on vacation and I need paper approval to install it. Also, just as exciting, looking at approval in Pleasanton, Emeryville, and Alameda. AND even MORE exciting, also Union City, whose Executive will also be approving, with recommendation from the Union City General Manager, eleven more stores in the San Jose area. I'm hoping to install exhibits in all of these stores, and have decided on a lifelong goal. 10,000 locations for my small organization, Un Univers Des Anges, to try and display my writing and artwork to reach people. To try to change this world in my own beautiful way. Next Monday or Tuesday, $6,000 of my own into my bank account (a necessity)...and, I've billed $ 1,950.00 to John B. Allard School for my books Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary and Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. They will be using them in their classes, and I'm excited that I'll be reaching so many children with my work. My presentation went beautifully, and I think the children understood what I was teaching...that their souls and the craftsmanship of their Honor and their lives is important. I'll be returning to Substitute Teaching as well as networking both my Coalition and Un Univers Des Anges regularly. I'll probably have more than one-hundred Borders Books networked within the next three years time....! Also, am sending my books off to Borders to get a Vendors Acquisition number, so that they can be sold at all Borders Bookstores. Beyond Paradise isn't ready yet, but Love Letters and Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. are perfect, and I'm hoping to have them marketed by Borders soon. With luck and recommendation letters from the stores where my artwork is displayed, I think it's a possibility. Many things going on...take care everyone!Rebecca Tacosa GrayThisBlogprotected by U.S. CopyrightSundayOctober1220085:59p.m.

ART UN UNIVERS CONTINUES!

2008-10-04T18:43:00.001-07:00

On the 19th or so I'm to contact Michelle Walker at the Borders Books in San Francisco (Near AT&T park) to set up an appointment to get approval to set up an exhibit. It's going to be lovely...it's a large, beautiful store and they seem very excited about my work! Also, I've reached out to the Emeryville Borders and it looks positive, as well. I'll have to talk to the General Manager, Steve Spinner and see if it will work. They have a large store, and several empty walls...it will be lovely to have my work there, as well, if they like what I've done at other Borders. My goal, by age 88, is to have at least 100 Borders Stores networked. My organization (myself the only employee)Un Univers Des Anges will, I hope, have reached many, many people, as my Angel's Perspective Cards are displayed at each exhibit, as well as my book Love Letters and Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. Right now I'm off to Alameday to see if they are interested, and will continue to network others...Fresno, Pleasanton, and others. Have a wonderful night, everyone, and stay out of trouble...it seems to lurk inappropriately, doesn't it? But with love, anything can be conquered...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

LE WILDFLOWER D'AMOUR

2008-10-03T11:21:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time, but here's a side of me people know very little about...I believe in love...I believe that love does wondrous things, especially with someone special, someone who has truly captured your love and reflects the heart of you...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

http://wildflwr.blogspot.com/

LOVE LOVES SUCCESS! CA SCHOOLS!

2008-10-02T16:58:00.000-07:00

Today I met with a teacher at a school in Turlock, 5 minutes away from my home. She met me at my Turlock Exhibit on Michael, and loved it. She read my poetry and decided that she wanted to share my work with her classroom! I introduced her to Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins., which she shared with her Principal. And the lovely result: I'll be presenting my books and my art on Monday at 8:30 at the school to over 120 students and their teachers. 120 copies of Love Loves. will be left with them, and the Principal has said he'll buy 30 or so. Another beauty, they have 5 or so satellite schools I'll probably make a presentation to, as well. They also intend to help me try to get my text, Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. into the school system as an accepted text. If this happens, the entirety of California will be reading my book. I'm happy today...it's been a lovely day...take care...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

LOVE LOVES AT STARBUCKS, SACRAMENTO

2008-09-29T17:01:00.000-07:00

Today I was able to get my book, Love Loves, Love Fights, Love Wins. into Starbucks on Howe Avenue in Sacramento. They also have displays of my beautiful little postcard, "An Angel's Perspective." I'm so excited about my book being seen here, it's close to my old home town of 10 years, Davis. It's a beautiful thing, and above, pictures of my work in Starbucks! Such kindness, and I hope my postcards and books inspire people...Starbucks is beautiful...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A THOUGHT ON BOHIDARMA'S ENLIGHTENMENT

2008-09-26T01:03:00.000-07:00

I thought of something tonight, in a conversation with someone lovely in regards to Buddhism. It came of the comment that Bohidharma said that there was "Nothing." I said that the fact that he percieved nothing meant that nothing was something, therefore, What was nothing? Later, here in my Ceres home, I was thinking of what I know about 1.618, the Golden Ratio, and Fractals. The theory is that fractals exist in infinity in two directions, infintesmal and grand, dissapearing into the tiniest (and even further, as they can't really measure it)and ranging to the largest of creations. I then thought it indicated that "Nothing" cannot exist in theory. So, in thinking of Buddhism and the Yin/Yang balance, I came to the conclusion that what Bohidarma saw was the infinite mind and the Universe in balance. Balance would bring his whole into equilibrium, and he would be one with the Universal Mind and the Universe itself. In doing so, because of the loveliness of the Univesal Mind, whom I know as True and Beautiful God, he came to a state of Nirvana...and of Love. He came to know God, the Universe and Love. My God, Enlightenment must be the most beautiful of states known to exist. So much Love...I Love...And it makes this Universe so beautiful, because the opposites still exist while in Nirvana. That's my theory, as my experience with this Universe tells me that his personal connection with this Universe was changed that day. Have a wonderful night...I Love, so much...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

MY NEW BORDERS EXHIBIT,DAVIS, CA

2008-09-23T09:05:00.000-07:00

I have a new exhibit up entitled "Love" in Davis, CA, where I went to school and earned both of my BA Degrees (Theatre and English). My Borders Books Exhibits continue, and I now have three, with today another to go up if any of the Borders in Sacramento are interested. I have literature about both Un Univers and FIGHT. at both exhibits, and my "Angel's Perspective" postcards are still successful. People seem to like my work, and I'm happy to have my art displayed in Border's Bookstores. I'm hoping to have at least 100 up in Borders all over by the time I'm 87 or so, and my children will have a legacy to be proud of...Un Univers Des Anges and FIGHT. will be a lot to keep up with. I'll post the photos later, as it seems the photo function on blogger isn't working right now...Have a wonderful day...RebeccaTacosaGray

"MICHAEL" & MY COALITION, FIGHT, ANGELS

2008-09-07T13:20:00.000-07:00

MICHAEL

My new exhibit Honors MICHAEL. St. Michael is, to me, the most beautiful angel in the Angelic Pantheon...he holds my heart, and this exhibit now exists, and beautifully. It's displayed at Borders Books in Turlock, and the portions centered around him take up one whole wall. My paintings are based on personal experience, and are beloved to me. I'll be painting two new paintings of him in oil, as well. The exhibit is beautiful...see the pictures above...I hope everyone likes it...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

SUGGESTIONS

The Catholic Church in Rome needs to do something special for the Angelic and Archangelic Community. (This is protected by U.S. Copyright, they need to contact me if the want to do it...Rebecca Tacosa Gray) They need to introduce, maybe four times a year in rome, in one of the Cathedrals (St. Peter's would be nice.)the Archangels, one by one, with an exhibit. It should be a small one-room exhibit that celebrates the Angel or Archangel, and should also include a postcard asking that the public passing through do one thing in honor of or in the style of that particular Angel. For example: Michael...to fight for someone you don't know...or Raphael...to heal someone, or visit the sick. The Catholic Church needs to hold masses to request the continuing put down of all evil. Also , they should hold masses for those in need, who are fighting evil. THESE SUGGESTIONS ARE FULLY PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT AND CANNOT BE USED UNLESS PERMISSION IS REQUESTED IN PHYSICAL WRITING.

FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL.

Also, my small coalition is on it's way. FIGHT. A COALITIION AGAINST EVIL. has begun, and I hope to have a couple hundred members by the time I'm through. It will cut down on negative energy on this planet, and I'm sure make a dent in the Mortal Veil breaches that have happened. I've sent out 95 applications inviting those interested to join FIGHT. I've plans in the next couple of days to sent out 185 more, with more to come as I find more Spiritual Healers, Exorcists, and Organizations that wish to join and FIGHT. to help others. Also, I've been getting my book, The Sword of Truth, A Practical Manual for Fighting Evil, out to Mental Health Centers to try and help those who hear voices and may have had an Mortal Veil Breach. About 50 or so far. I'm hoping my Organization will help keep people educated and give people a place to make contact with those who can, and already are, helping to battle down evil. FIGHT. AND WIN.

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FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL

2008-08-26T17:47:00.001-07:00

I've started a new organization meant to fight evil effectively by gathering people and organizations from around the world in an effort to educate others and find ways to battle evil effectively together. Information can be found on my website http://michapedia.wetpaint.com/, and you can fill out an application to join, as well. I'm sending packets out to over 100 organizations, and the beauty of the organization, I think, will grow.

Also, I've been handing out my manual, The Sword of Truth, to people who handle those who are hearing voices in an attempt to help should they be fighting evil. I'm hoping I'll hear back from some of them, as I'm also building a database of case studies to help understand how to fight evil more efficiently and wisely.

Two days ago, I went to San Francisco and handed out hundreds of my "Angel's Perspective" postcards, which ask people to do one large thing for humanity and one small thing for humanity regularly as a tradition. Charity and love...it's happening.

So, hope everything is going well. Still battling, and winning!...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A LIBRARY OF ANGELS

2008-07-01T21:35:00.000-07:00

A Library of Angels, one of my beautiful copyrighted ideas, will be realized. Today I went to the Manteca Library and proposed "A Library of Angels." It would be housed on a small section of wall, and the books would be entirely about Angelic Being and completely donated by the community. It would also include my Action of Love cards, which encourage people in the community to actions of love once a month. Diane, the Lead Librarian, loved the idea and it looks as if it is going to happen without a doubt. I'm also going to propose the same idea to Modesto, Ceres, Stockton and Turlock. If it happens, the Stanislaus and San Joaquin Counties will be the first to house A Library of Angels.

Also, my actions of love program is now out in many, many churches...St. Anthony's Catholic Church in Manteca, my childhood church. It is now up to about thirteen churches, and I've also installed the program in two Borders locations...Modesto and Turlock. (See Above Picture) The cards look beautiful next to all of my artwork, which has been displayed in both locations for quite some time now. I've also proposed the same program to Barnes and Noble in Stockton, and will do the same with the location in Modesto. It's a wonderful program, and many people have already taken the cards I've left in the Borders locations previously. It is a wonderful thing to know that so many people want to contribute beautifully in their communities.

If you are someone loving, set a tradition once every two weeks or once a month to do something for someone else. The homeless, or even putting little dollar store gift bags in your car with something wonderful for someone who's having a bad day. Donate to a local charity, or go out and pick up trash along a country road (sew poppy seeds, as well, if you have time.) I have an orchard down the road from my home...I've wanted to plant white or off-white poppies there for the longest time. So become an Angel once a month or so...find a unique way to contribute to the community and become beloved for doing so. Let me know you're doing it, as well...it will be something of beauty for me in my day...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

UN UNIVERS SUCCESSFUL

2008-06-16T01:48:00.001-07:00

Un Univers Des Anges, my beautiful small organization,is successful! I've done so many things as of late...I have program going for all of the churches in my area (be they Catholic, Baptist, etc.) called "Actions of Love." I've distributed my implemented ideas to six different churches, so far, and two are participating. I will be distributing to at least 10 more, and it will be guite a large venture, with many people, hopefully, taking time to do a positive action that benefits the community or those around them. (See cards lower right.) Also, I've put together a new small book, a bit like my small book "Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins." It is a book that focuses on increasing love and charity in high school students. It accompanies a program I've put together to have Beauty schools and Salons come in once a year for three weeks to teach children about self perception and to build their confidence. I've also instituted a program called "To the Left" which I am doing with the community, and which maybe be adopted by United Way. I'm writing a play called "Angels," which is a bit traumatic to write, as it involves some of my personal experiences. I've had a hard time with it, but will move right on until it's finished. I think my old Dramatic Arts Teacher will probably want to produce it at Stockton Civic. I've handing out "Honor,Above All," a book a wrote in honor of Jesus, to children, and I've put together a gift bag for those who are staying in convalescent homes. I visited a convalescent home in Manteca where my Godmother, BigAggie,stayed, and made quite a few deliveries there. I even sang some of my old theatre songs for them. I'm trying to start a Coalition Against Evil, as well. It has a lot to do with what I've been through, and most people don't understand what it's like. So I'm trying to getthe Catholic Apostolic Faith to contact me to try to do something major in that area. All of these programs,books and postcards are copyrighted, by the way, so don't get any wise ideas....

So, take care, all. I hope your days are lovely, say beautiful prayers for my family and I, and send beautiful thoughts my way...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

WRITING CHALLENGE

2008-06-14T00:12:00.000-07:00

Writing Challenge:

Write a story using these five items:

Polka Dots, Circles, Poppies, The Scent of Green, A Diamond on the Carpet.

If you manage it, send them to me via e-mail...I'd love to read them!

And here is my contribution...I wrote it last night sitting in a Denny's, while also writing my play "Angels." It's not written about or for anyone in particular, it's just a lovely story I wrote. Have a lovely day!...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

DARLING

by Rebecca Tacosa Gray AKA Sterling Parker

Today was a day that she wore polka dots. She went to her closet and pulled out the dress, put it on, and looked at herself in the mirror. It was a little wrinkled. So she took it off and went into her ironing room, opened the oak door and pulling down the board. She plugged in the iron and waited, fingering the dress. The polka dots were lovely, the circles a bit faded, but the dress was still lovely. She traced one, remembering back to when she first wore the dress. He called her darling...she liked her own name, Suzanne, but he called her darling. And it was a true darling. One day she came home from work, and on the doorstep was a box, and on the box a card. It said, Darling, I love you. And she took it out and put it on that night before he came, and added to her face a little sparkle. It was something she did on special occasions...it made her face shine. And she shone that night, her face turned up to his. He brought her a sheaf of hand picked red-orange Poppies, their state flower. They took a walk in the moonlight and he made her take her shoes off on the grass. He carried them for her, as a matter of fact.He asked her if she knew what the scent of green was. She didn’t, so he picked a blade of grass and let her smell it. He leaned close to her ear and told her It’s newborn beauty, that’s what it is. She smiled and held it close. They both walked home barefoot. Back on the porch, they sat on the swing and talked, for a long, long time. She remembered the night, the pattern on the wall of the house, torn and faded...and now she was ironing the dress. Each fold became smoother and smoother, and she smiled, thinking of him. She held the dress up, and looked at it. Sighed. Each dot held a memory, she couldn’t count them, there were so many. They dropped into her mind sometimes like diamonds on a carpet...all memories of a man who called her Darling.—RebeccaTacosaGray

MY NEWEST VENTURES

2008-05-27T14:12:00.000-07:00

Hello, Everyone! A beautiful California day and still here...been very busy. A little tired, and fighting for loving character, as always. My newest ventures have been in the interest of charity...I have been doing many things in regards to my small organization, Un Univers Des Anges. And they are...

I've started a major program in California, specifically Ceres, Modesto, Turlock, Stockton, Tracy, Manteca, and the Bay Area called "To the Left." I put beautiful little gift bags on doors, with postcards that inspire thought about Charity, the Environment and Love. They also include my book, Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. It has been successful, and I'm enjoying what I've done.

I've also put together a program and sent it off to the California Lottery. I'm asking that they develop a Society of Angels to help solve some of the problems in this world of ours...poverty, transportation and a few other things. I've put my ideas and suggestions together for them...we'll see where it goes.

I dropped off a program for networking to KCRA3, that they might consider a short segment on charitable acts. It involves a lot more, but, in essence, if KCRA3 decides to go forward with it, it will raise the consciousness in our area of charity and the environment. They might also network other stations (as I've suggested). I'm hoping they'll think highly of my proposal.

I've put together a program for the schools called "An Angel's Perspective: A Program for Self Esteem Within the Schools. It gathers together Beauty Colleges and other businesses to go into schools and teach children about their own beauty. I'm writing a book to go with this program, called "An Angel's Perspective." It will be small and lovely, and, I hope, will inspire some of the children. It will include some of my old blogs...from Atom to Galaxy and Nameless Beauty.

I've also been networking schools and churches to adopt my "To the Left" program, that they may also include a once a year charity drive for one charity. If all churhces do this, we will help many charities once a year.

I've written a small fairy tale called "Honor, Above All," which you've already read, as I've posted it, and have been distributing it to children. I think it's successful, and I've also brought it to the schools. It looks as if I will have to go through the process of getting it approved, and they might ask that the bio pages that reference someone special to me, Jesus, removed due to the religious constrictions in schools. We'll see. However, I've also brought it to many Catholic Schools...you never know. I haven't recieved any responses yet (I distributed them last week), but I'm sure I will know more to tell you soon.

Something lovely...and it's inspiration for you...about a week ago, at Kinko's, I saw a mother and family trying to drag their son to the car. He didn't want to go home, and was throwing a tantrum. I know how it feels, as a mother, and I wanted to help. I pulled a painting from my car and gave it to the boy...I told him that it held a Guardian Angel, and that he should go home and be happy. And it solved the problem...he was happy. And it meant the world to me to see the look on his face. Please, if you have the resources and time, find something, something special and small..not too expensive...to keep in your car, in a box, with a note. Something like, as I do, "Just a small hug just to let you know that you are loved." And when you see someone that needs love, give them a gift, and never tell them who you are. It is a beautiful way to make this world a more lovely place...and as you are already lovely in it, every little loving action helps. Much Love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

A CRUSADE AGAINST EVIL

2008-05-13T09:16:00.000-07:00

It sounds different, doesn't it. Most people don't believe in evil, or have limited experience with it. The fact is that it is a reality. It's not the "I've seen it in movies" concept, but it's the "We have an Auric Reticulatum (Aura), we have energy existent around us, and there are real being, negative being, that attack us by breaching our Mortal Veil. Most of us are protected, truly protected, and that is a blessing. However, others of us end up suffering, being exposed and then having to fight for ourselves. The problem is, most people don't believe in it. But it's very real. The energy is very real. I've sought out an exorcist in Rome twice, and it's been difficult. Because of this, and because of the very real torture and pain I've been through, I'm now on a Crusade to put down evil entirely. And it is no joke. Please understand that people like myself hurt every day having to handle energy like this. And most normal people look at people like myself and either shy away or think of us as strange or mentally ill. We're far from it. The Third Eye is an amazing part of our body, and others don't quite realize what it does or the doors it really opens, and the true functioning of our chakra system. The dimension it opens us up to is very real, and it can either allow protected functioning or have been corrupted by mortal veil breach and we end up fighting beings and energy we did not ever and do not wish to fight. Negs are not nice being. They can truly hurt a person's life and their ability to live it properly. So I've gotten so fed up. I want the Catholic Church, the Vatican, to make a deeper effort to fight evil and to help those in need. There cannot be years in between a mortal veil breach and help for the person who suffers. So, I want to start a COALITION AGAINST EVIL and do the research, side by side with the Vatican, to battle down evil. I've sent out 140 letters to churches asking them to join with me by sending letters to the Pope, to our Prefect, and our California Archbishop to request that the Vatican take action. If you want to help, please send out a letter as well...and include the letter with the addresses below. If you are someone I don't know, please write a letter of support. If you are one of my friends, please write a letter and know I send you much love. It is important that you realize that this is important to me. If you knew what I've been through in the past couple of years, you would understand...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

January 12, 2008

My name is Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and I have been fighting evil for over two long years. Because of my experiences, I would like the Holy Roman Catholic Apostolic church to further efforts in fighting evil by pre-emptively and intelligently studying and exorcising evil. Attack against evil has to be immediate, and cannot be left to sit for two-three years, as is now the tradition in the Catholic Faith We need to help people earlier, and find ways to network exorcists and healers to have a beautiful groundwork for those who are in need. I want to establish a Coalition Against Evil (copyrighted concept by U.S. Mail) that will gather exorcists and healers, establish a database of case studies, publish a manual, establish hospices for those who are going through episodic interludes, and further research into grounding methods. It is without fail that we need to help those who need help immediately, and more can be done. Jesus himself put down evil while he walked this Earth centuries ago, and I believe we have a responsibility to battle it now. There are too many who go without help, suffering for years, and it would take so little to find ways to help and battle evil down efficiently and effectively, even pre-emptively with the manual and help for families who a afflicted by lineal evil.

Thank you, and please take time to do this. It's such a small request, to write three letters. It means so much, and will mean so much to so many in the years to come. Think of the lives that will be saved...and know how much they will care.

HIS HOLINESS POPE BENEDICT XVI
APOSTOLIC PALACE
00120, VATICAN CITY STATE, ITALY

ARCHBISHOP WILLIAM JAMES HARVEY
PREFETTURA DELLA CASA PONTIFICA
00120, VATICAN CITY STATE, ITALY

ARCHBISHOP GEORGE H. NIEDERAUER
THE ROMAN CATHOLIC ARCHDIOCESE OF SAN FRANCISCO
ONE PETER YORKE WAY
SAN FRANCISCO, CA 94109

A HOME FOR UN UNIVERS DES ANGES/A LIBRARY OF ANGELS

2008-03-25T20:53:00.000-07:00

It looks like I've found a possible home for Un Univers Des Anges and A Library of Angels. I've delivered a proposal to a couple and recieved a positive response, and I think they'll seriously consider donating the House. It's fairly large and situated right next to the freeway, which means a large sign "A LIBRARY OF ANGELS" will provide high visibility...I'm hoping it will draw many, many people. The house needs work, but if this happens, I'll fix it up with donations from the community and build a Garden, a beautiful garden, A Garden of Angels for people to visit and just enjoy the beauty of this earth, maybe read a book about Angels or two. From the looks of it, my charity room will also be available, and a Room to house Un Univers Des Anges Central and A Church of Love...Maybe even a possibility for a small chapel. (A room that's made into a chapel.) So...I'm proud and happy...it looks as if my beautiful dream will soon be a reality. A Library of Angels, in Keyes (five minutes away from Ceres), CA. Lots of love...my prayer of love, as well, Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

A PRAYER OF LOVE
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Oh, Love, give us the strength to be
Love,give us the strength to be Love.
Show us Beauty, Show us Truth, Show
us the Way,Heart to Heart, to each
other. Bow gently down the weight of
negativity. Bring us Faith that Love
is All that we Are. Send us a Universe
of Angels to carry our love across
Oceans, across Deserts, across the
Landscapes of our Lives...and with the
Love of Angels, Love of Ourselves, and
Love of Each Other, we will become a
Universe Aware...a Universe of Love.

Love Breathes Beauty into All, As
God loves, so All shall Love...and if
you do not believe in God, believe
in Love. All Religious traditions
matter. In True Beauty, In True
Honor, In True Hope, I am ever
loving...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

MY CHURCH OF LOVE

2008-03-19T17:34:00.000-07:00

I'll be building a website for my Church, The Church of Love, within the next week, then putting togther the rest of my text for Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins., a Treatise that will support both of my movements. (A Movement for Love and A Movement to Put Down Evil.) It will be a beautiful site, and I'll be trying to gaher people to support the beauty of love and having all religions under one roof. I will also find ways to bring my text to others, and it will be the start of a slow-growth process. Beauty in the making...

I have also built a new website for Jesus Christ, to celebrate his life and talk about what it really means to support what he meant to do in his lifetime. I think, when I truly think about Jesus, that his intentions for his church must ring true, even truer today than he might have meant in his lifetime. There are so many things that I find walk against his tenets, and I'm hoping my new site will bring people closer to what he meant them to do...Love. You can visit it here, if you like. It's in progress, at the moment, so be patient, please.

http://ministry-webs.com/church/rebeccatacosagray/index.html

THERE IS A LOVE/I AM LOVE

2008-03-16T20:24:00.000-07:00

Two poems for God, because I love him so deeply. He has stood by me and protected me inviolately for nineteen long months, if not all of my life, and I know he will continue to protect me without fail. If you love God, think of him often. He loves us, and never asks a thing back. Even write him a short note to put in the collection basket on Sundays, with a wish for the week for him. Write your thoughts, send a poem, share with God your beauty, without asking anything in return. God, I send you love, from a little house, in a little town called Ceres, in California, always...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

There is a love, a love so deep,
and it is God, Above and Below.
There is a love, a love so kind,
And it is God, Right here, Right there.
There is a love, so beautiful,
And it is God, the stars, the moon.
There is a love, Truth in my heart,
And it is God, whispering to me,
I love, and you love, they love,
and we love. Love is all that we are.
And there is a love, and it is me...
looking at you, looking at them,
looking at life, looking at myself...
And wherever I look, there is God,
And it is love, to see God where I have
seen him, so close...so far...
And right here, where I am, there is a love...
And it is God, standing right next to me,
telling me that love is all that I am,
and ever need be...and that is the truest love.

-Rebecca Tacosa Gray,
Sunday, March 16, 2008 7:46 P.M.

God is more than beautiful,
God is beauty itself.
God is more than Lovely,
God is loveliness realized.
God is more than Trust,
God trusts in you.
God is more than Truth,
God is Truth around you.
God is more than Love,
God is love thinking of you,
And God is more than love to me,
God holds my heart tenderly,
In Beauty, in Loveliness,
In Trust, and in Truth...
and this is why, right now,
I am thinking of God...
and I am love, telling God,
You are thought of in Beauty,
You are thought of as lovely,
I Trust you and Love you,
And that is the Truth...
and, whether you believe it or not,
I am love, thinking of you.

-Rebecca Tacosa Gray,
Sunday, March 16, 2008 7:46 P.M.

THE BEAUTIFUL ONE...FOR JESUS

2008-03-16T17:31:00.000-07:00

A prayer to bring Jesus close to you, as he already is.
He will protect you, inviolately, should you ask.
Written by me, Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Sunday, March 16, 2008 5:16 P.M.

Jesus, beautiful one, who walked in love before us,
You shared your life and showed us what love should be.
That Honor is Important, that Charity is Beauty.
That Justice is required, that Truth illuminates All.
That Compassion heals the Heart,
that Forgiveness does not Judge.
Through your love, we looked at God.
And through your true love, in the Living of your life,
We learned to look at ourselves, to look at our world.
In the day, in the light, softly glowing,
I see your footprint before me. I see your love
as you turn with a torch, to tell me one thing:
I lived, and I lived beautifully. I loved.
Now walk forth and Love All that you May.
And I do. I put my cheek next to yours,
next to you. O Beautiful, Beautiful One.
Jesus, Love before me, love at my side.

THE HOLY SPIRIT-HEALING-FIGHTING EVIL

2008-03-14T12:01:00.001-07:00

If you suffer,meaning if you feel something in your Sacral Chakra is not right, there are things you can do to help yourself. First of all, know you haven't lost anything. NOt one thing. You tell the Evil to GET LOST. They can't do anything to you. Now, the hardest thing you will do now is go natural. Naturalize. Evil sits in your environment as an energy, much like an unwanted cloud around you. Know that the negative you experience is not you. Face is, turn it away. The thoughts are unnatural. Not you. Next, remember all of your memories. All of them, that remind you of who you really are. And then, walk through them. Seriously, know you're normal, and just get on with life. Meaning, knowing exactly who you are, return to your normal personality. The act of ignoring the negative presence will shed the Evil Being and it will fall. The actual being trying to sit in your space will fall. Try to find an Exorcist to cleanse your home, your living environment. And continue to know you're normal. I can't explain what it means to naturalize, except that you recognize who you are and that the negative presence has no power over you. Do your normal daily tasks. DO NOT AVOID YOUR OWN NORMAL TASKS. And never do what they say. Do the opposite, or ignore them, and say, maybe. Then do the task because you want to. THEY HAVE NO RIGHTS. THEY DO NOT GRANT OR DENY ANYTHING. THEY DON'T HAVE ANY POWER OVER YOUR LIFE. AT ALL. Now, believe what I say, the act of knowing exactly who you are drives them you. Know they'll get lost. And continue to look at your environment as natural. Bring it right down to Earth, which is right where you are. Write me if you need help with this concept. It's a matter of naturalizing the energy around you. As far as healing, I'm still researching ways to heal the Auric Reticulata, closing the third eye, and protecting with repair of the mortal veil to impede further violations.

With healing, there are some things you can do. They are prayers, but realize that all people should understand that the Holy Spirit is an entity in and of itself. It is present in life itself, and is a force of life and love. You can also ask for a TAV of LIFE to protect your own life force and unique identity. Please do it. The Holy Spirit descends in love and protection, and will heal and help you inviolately. Here are two prayers, written by me.

a PRAYER FOR THE TAV OF LIFE

God, True God, Love, Life, Help Me.
I Battle Evil, and I am in Pain.
I need Strength. Please Send It.
I need Love. Please Send It.
I need Protection. Please Send it.
Send Me the TAV of LIFE.
A Sign of your Protection.
Born of the Holy Spirit,
Born of Jesus' Love,
Let the TAV of LIFE find me.
God, True God, Love, Life,
Please Protect Me Now.

The TAV of LIFE is important. I went through an experience where beings tried to expirate through me, hurting my energy deeply. Jesus would then fall, giving up his life by expirating into me to replace what was lost and protect me. At one point, I asked why he continually had to die to save me, and said he shouldn't have to, not ever. This TAV changed that. He descends in light and love upon you, with the Holy Spirit, life, love, and protects you inviolately with this TAV upon your breast. Know this to be true. It is true without fail. Please ask the Holy Spirit to be with you, as well. The Holy Spirit is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful forces in the Universe. It is life, and it is comfort, it is protection. It may even have different names in other cultures, but it is life and love, know this. It is neither male nor female, and protects life itself.

A PRAYER FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT

Beautiful, Gentle One, Find Me.
Beautiufl, Gentle One, Save Me.
Beautiful, Gentle One, Hold Me.
I Battle Evil, and need your
Comfort at my side.
Beautiful, Gentle One, Hear Me...
Gentle Holy Spirit, life made beautiful,
fall from Heaven upon me that I may live
with your love at my side.

-Rebecca Tacosa Gray

The Holy Spirit is cherished and loved by me inviolately. The Holy Spirit is beauty itself. I cannot explain how beautiful this entity really is. It is beautiful. If you are in pain, call on the Holy Spirit continually, regardless of your faith. The Holy Spirit will find you, with compassion, with love, with life and protection. True Jesus and True God can be called upon as well, in their truest forms. Truth, Love, Trust, Compassion, Protection. Know it. Angels can also be called upon, and there are winged beings in every culture. True Angels are goodness and love itself. And you can protect yourself with your own courage in facing negativity and evil down, as I have done, when I felt there was no protection for me. Don't cry. Fight. And kick evil in the gut. They have no power, they are without moral, do not give them one thing. Just throw them out.

A CHURCH OF LOVE

2008-03-14T11:27:00.000-07:00

I want to found The Church of Love...I've copyrighted the idea by U.S. Mail. Little by little I'm going to work towards, someday, seeing church built that brings together and celebrates all faiths. We are a world of people whose common language truly is love, and my Church of Love would celebrate our Unity. It would be round, so that no evil could exist. It would be protected by love and prayers, so that those who enter who are troubled would be protected. Evil would be thrown out immediately. A band would surround the outside that would have "The Church of Love" in all languages, English over the entry, Italian to the Left, Latin to the right. The colors would be creams, tans, on the floors a rust, red. Flowers, Magnolias, Daisies and Tiger Lilies. A central Column, large, with the interior space rounded, that one could enter into. This space would house True God and the Holy Spirit, beautiful beings. In the outer space, the walls divided into sections, one each for the religions of the world, with short explanations of each and their treatise on love. Artwork meant to show their unique culture. Angels, beautiful Angels, everywhere. I am someone who believes that Angels, winged beings in every culture, do not get enough credit for who they are, for what they do. They protect, love and cherish, and don't ask anything in return. Angels, everywhere, to protect the house of love and celebrate charity, kindness, humility and love. There will be NO crosses, NO celebration of sacrifice. Beauty only. Life only. Love only. For confession, a way to handle it that shows compassion for all people. To write on a paper what you need to confess. They will not be read. Your confession is between God, Love, the Holy Spirit and you. On a plaque:

LOOK AT YOURSELF AND BECOME BEAUTIFUL.

What it means to look at one's self. It means that you love yourself. It means your willing to recognize, however shameful some events might be, your faults, your transgresssions. It is a true and beautiful action, stating that you recognize the consequences of your actions, that you recognize that you are beautiful, that you recognize that negativity never brings forth beauty. Believe in your own Honor. Know that you will not be judged, but that you must, MUST, change. As much as possible Honor must reside in you, with awareness to love, cherish, and care about your own beauty enough not to judge others, not to commit crimes, but to try and make this world a better place by making yourself a more beautiful person. You are the work of art in this world, and you make yourself beautiful. Consider who you are, right now, in context of your actions throughout your life. Write your thoughts in regards to the negative, ALL of the negative, on paper. Put it in the box, and know that you are forgiven. You will walk from this place beautiful. Beautiful. You will make a difference, in yourself and others. And in love, the Universe will be love within you. All Love Hold You and Keep You Close.

At the top, "My confession is not a license to commit more negative actions, it is a call to my soul to repair and change myself." At the bottom, "In my life, my beautiful life henceforth, I will look at myself. I will recognize the weight of my actions. I will endeavor to be Honor itself, the Best Within Me." For those who are Atheist, your beautiful recognition will be for you and you alone, and is meant to heal you. Every Wednesday, they will be burned in a large marble basin, and you are forgiven. You are forgiven, and you are loving character itself. To look at oneself is the hardest thing one ever does, and this will allow all people to look at themselves and heal the negativity within them.

Benches in the round, to visit one's faith. Benches in the round in the central column, to visit, with yourself, with God, with the Holy Spirit. This place celebrates the humanity within us, all of us. Religion, Faith, no claimed faith or religion, you are a beautiful human being. We are all beautiful. And love is the bond that keeps us close, that shows us we are alike, we are unique, but that is exactly why we should love each other. A celebration of life. Our lives, our individuality, our love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

MY MOVEMENT FOR LOVE

2008-03-12T05:47:00.000-07:00

I went to St. Peters Basilica today...I watched His Holiness, Pope Benedict XVI speak on the large screens outside in the square, and then went in to look at the Basilica itself. It's beautiful, it really is. There is one sculpture in the Basilica that represents me, I think, and it's one step to the left of the Pieta. It's a woman holding two children, and makes me think of myself and how I've defended myself and my family these past nineteen months. She's very human, very beautiful, and my son Zachary and my daughter Isabel will know, once I bring them to Rome (next time), that I love that particular sculpture. How fitting, on the right side, that Justice sits. Truly lovely.

I also went to confession, although there's not much to confess, considering last November. Most of my faults are minor...I am honesty and love, and the small things I just keep working on. However, I had a negative experience with this priest. I came back to True God last November, and True God is part of me, and always will be. But I left the Catholic Faith when I was 13. This priest not only questioned my absence from church during that time, but also questioned that I was not married by a Catholic Priest. He wasn't pleasant about it, either, and told me I need to "practice" my Catholic Faith. I told him that all faiths were based in love, but he didn't seem to hear me. I left feeling a distaste, and realized why I had left the Catholic Faith in the first place. No tolerance, no understanding. I would love to see a Church that recognizes that all people and all faiths are equal. That when someone walks into a confessional, they are making their hearts more beautiful by recognizing and acknowledging their faults. We are not perfect, but we try. Priests have a responsibility, first and foremost, to bring love to others. And this is what I have to say to the Catholic Apostolic Faith, because I do love and care about it...I was baptized in the Catholic Faith...LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS YOU LOVE YOURSELF. I said that to myself as I walked out, and I looked up and asked Jesus whether he was proud of his faith, whether they really and truly stood by that statement. Because to stand by it means recognizing that True God represents all faiths, all beliefs. True God represents love and loving, charity, justice, truth, beauty...all that makes living beautiful. I am a critical person, this is true. I see things and I want them fixed, and I try to look at myself and fix as much as possible. I have my faults, and to be truthful, the small ones are what make us human. But I would like to see Faiths with more tolerance. I would like to see faiths join together to find the common bond, the common language between us, love. True God finds us whether we are in a church or not, and the beauty of us, that we recognize the church in us is the beauty we find in loving each other. Our cultures define us and make us beautiful...and it would be a more beautiful world if we really recognized on a global level and reflected that. A church of Life. A Church of Love. Anywhere God stands, is usually in loving someone face to face. For all that they are. Thank you to Rome for being so beautiful...I threw a coin in the Fontana di Trevi, so I'll be back again. And to the Catholic Church, you are beloved...please know it. It just hurt today, and I'm hoping for a day when sacrifice is frowned upon, and tolerance and love for all faiths is a prominent thought. In all faiths. Much love...I am off to catch my plane back home, to California. I miss my beautiful children, and as soon as I get home, I'll put together a true plan for my Movement for Love, and a site to band together all those who fight evil. And by the way, I created a beautiful new rosary (and copyrighted it, right from the Vatican's post office!) using a mother-of-pearl rosary bought here...A Dove of Peace joining the rosary, and a glass heart at the bottom, where the cross once was. I will engrave the sign for Jesus (the Tav of Life)on the back of the Dove of Peace. Somehow, love will find a way...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

I SEE A CANDELABRA

2008-03-09T18:23:00.000-07:00

A poem I wrote sitting at the bar in the Youth Hostel where I'm staying...much love to everyone...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

I SEE A CANDELABRA

I see a candelabra in the bar.
"It needs candles," I think.
I see water on the bar, just glimmering,
and think, "The light moves, just lightly,
across the surface edge."
I see myself,
in the mirror behind this Italian Bar,
a candle-less bar, a bar with light
glimmering in a pool of water,
and think,
"I am facing myself.
In a candle-less bar,
In a pool of glimmering water."
The water is beautiful.
The bar is beautiful.
I am beautiful.
And if they had candles,
if they had candles,
I would light them.

...Written in Italy.
The Hostels Alessandro, Via Vicenza
Rebecca Tacosa Gray 3-9-08

WELL. ROME, CONTINUED.

2008-03-08T14:28:00.000-08:00

Last night was a hard night, very little sleep, and I ended up staying in bed until 2:00 today...then went to Santa Susannah to try and find an exorcist. Ended up getting the information I needed at the Santa Maria...the priest was very kind. I'll end up seeing the exorcist tomorrow, and talk about cement, the Auric Reticulatum, and keeping evil put down. I need true protection...it seemed I had protection to start with and now have to fight for loving protection...tomorrow, also, the Vatican publishers, to see about the possibility of getting three of my books published. Love Loves, Beyond Paradise, and Honor, Above All. Maybe, maybe not....but it doesn't hurt to try...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

IN ROME

2008-03-07T08:30:00.001-08:00

Well, I'm in Rome and have been, today, to the Vatican City. Am staying at the lovely Hotel Alessandro, a small hostel, Via Vicenza. I was hoping to talk to a Priest about my experiences, the binding, the things I've gone through, I think...the Holy Spirit, love, certain connections, but will have to find a smaller church. Walking straight through things, as usual. And hope, at some point, to talk to those that truly fight evil. With the things I've gone through, I think it's time to take a stand and help others as well, once I've healed. I'll probably end up going to the Vatican Library to do some research. I would still like to see a button on the Vatican site that helps others get help when they need help. And wouldn't it be lovely to see an actual organization right in the Vatican City, well publicized, that people can go to for help...there are so many people that suffer, every year, from breaches of their mortal veils.

TRIP

2008-03-03T08:59:00.000-08:00

Well, this 37 year old women is off on a trip to find answers. Last night was a hard night, and I do need answers. Protection is the word for safe travelers, and I'm looking forward to finding my answers and getting back home to my 6 1/2 year old son, Zachary Lance and my 3 1/2 year old daughter Isabel Ruby Renee. True love is always around, and I am in need of some love myself, so send me love, and wishes to keep me safe, as always. My TAV is my protection, (actually, both TAVS), and I look forward to finding the answers that I need. Have a wonderful day, this California girl is still smiling, although very tired!Rebecca Tacosa Gray

LOVE, THE UNIVERSE

2008-03-01T07:09:00.000-08:00

A day for admissions, it seems. I think what really concerns me today is love. Last night for the first time I wore a little nightie that I bought just for me, just to make me feel good. John and I, my husband, don't really have a physical relationship, so I am one of those who has to use mechanical means. Not the best, but healthy, always healthy, for normal relationships and those who, like myself, only 37, need to stay sexually healthy. Nothing abnormal. But love...love is an issue for me today. As for those who protect me, or protected me, a word about love. Love does not fail. I, for one, have not yet met someone I truly believe to be Honor above all, and I'm not sure I will any time soon. Once I do, I'll know it. I have hoped they exist, and I think there must be one, somewhere. But the choice to love comes with trust, loyalty, and the belief that those who do love you really know you. Last night I was hurt deeply, in more than one way. And for one who thinks that love is simply a history in Europe, you might want to consider that love is a history different than the one you seem to know. One thing I do know, there is love in this Universe and it is not any one being, and it never will be. And that is the Truth. As for me, I'm still fighting. As always. Love Loves, Love Fights, and Love, True Love, always wins. Some day, there will be understanding, that is for certain. And I know who I am. I know who I am without a doubt...Rebecca Tacosa Gray, Human Being, the Original, the Tiger Lily, the Warrior...and there are those who know what that means.

HONOR. ABOVE ALL.

2008-02-29T06:07:00.000-08:00

I wrote a Children's Fairy Tale yesterday for someone I care deeply about--Jesus. It's been a difficult road for me the past 19 months, and Jesus has always been there for me, protecting who I am (my TAV). It would seem that there are times that people doubt how and why you care. Someone asked me once why I loved him, and the answer is this: Because I love you and there is no other answer, love is love, and you know that. What proves love is the actions that one stands by, and I have stood by my own for nineteen long months. As far as doubt, there should be none. I am someone who is unique, ever caring, always loving, and the someone I am speaking of, who knows who he is, should know that he is an irrevocable part of my life. Beloved. Jesus, this small book is for you. I had planned to write it earlier, but wrote it yesterday for children (and adults) to support your original tenets, your original beliefs. Those things that hold true, as I see it, in your original history. A beloved history. You are beloved. Please realize that this tale is not about your Church, it is about you. Here is the tale, below. It cannot be stolen. It is copyrighted by U.S. Jurat and I've sent it off to the U.S. Copyright Office to be copyrighted. It is inviolately mine, and reproduction or copying is prohibited.

HONOR. ABOVE ALL.

A CHILDREN’S TALE WRITTEN BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

AKA STERLING PARKER

Painting and and writing are, to me, are expressive mediums of knowledge and feeling. It’s a visual record of personal discovery that allows one to technically explore the union of senses and visit the mystery of self and other in relation to the physical and spiritual world. My artistic journeys always start with the wonders of nature and end with the gratification of learning, each attempt following a natural progression of thought.

My hopes and dreams? To look through a glass window and discover that rainbows lay beyond, a glittering reminder that our souls create the beauty of art by refracting the beauty of life onto a simple canvas.
THIS BOOK IS ABOUT JESUS

This book is dedicated to a man. Not a God, a man, who lived long ago and showed humankind the weight of love by upholding an honorable belief system. Truth. Love. Justice. Charity. True Beauty. To the parents that read this book, and to the children that read this book, know this. Jesus, the man, the beautiful man, lived to show you how beautiful you really are. You are not just any human being, you are a person with a range of love, talents, and choices to call on. And it is your responsibility to do so. So please remember that you have one real goal in life, to be the Best within You.

I know that others take the names of certain people throughout history. There have been some who have likened me to Jesus, and it is not true. Not true at all. Jesus is not me. Not me at all. And never will be. He protects me, I wear a TAV on my forehead gifted by him early on in the year of 2006. I am, and always will be, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, the Human Being, the California Girl, the Original…and there are those who know what that means.

And to Jesus…my love and respect, as always. And it is mine and mine alone. No M’s. I am the other one, and you know it. The Original One…and I written this because I care about and love you..and you know why. Your history is beloved, and always will be. No Sacrifice. Only Love.

Copyright February 28, 2008 8:47 P.M., Rebecca Tacosa Gray AKA Sterling Parker
CALIFORNIA. The Tiger Lily. The Warrior. I never give up.

30% OF THIS BOOK IS DONATED TO CHARITY

It was his birthday. He was nine years old today. He got up, went to the breakfast room, and found a small package waiting for him…a package from his Uncle. Beside it was a note from his father.

“Your Uncle sent this to you for your birthday. He said it was special.”

The boy grinned, opening up the package. Inside was a long narrow box, tan, rounded top, gold hinge on the front. The top had a raised surface pattern, beautiful, and it said “HONOR, ABOVE ALL.”
He opened the box. Inside were five clear glass spheres, engraved. Each had one word on them. TRUTH. HONOR. JUSTICE. CHARITY. LOVE. The boy picked each one of them up and looked at them. They were beautiful. He wasn’t quite sure what they were for, but they were beautiful. He’d ask his Uncle the next time he saw him. He put them back in the box and set the box next to his bed.

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That night, after a fantastic birthday party with all of his friends, the boy went to bed happy. He smiled when he saw the box, and picked it up and opened it to look at the spheres. They were all glowing. They were glowing with a soft light, and radiating warmth. He put his hands close to them, and could feel it, the heaviness of the warmth, and, for some reason the boy couldn’t fathom, it felt like love. Like love. He picked up the sphere that said “TRUTH.” A flash of light, and the bedroom was gone. And he was somewhere else. It was a room, all white, with an older man sitting at a desk perusing something. It looked like a glass pane, but images were moving continually across its surface. The man didn’t even look at him.

“Sit down, if you like, and take a look.”

The boy sat down next to the man and looked at the pane. It was a little girl, about eight years old, stealing candy from a grocery store. There was light around her, and the energy changed as she did it. The man laughed.

“Well, would you look at that. That girl just changed her karma. And not for the better.” He turned and looked at the boy. So, you’re here to learn about Truth. Well. Take a look.”

The boy watched as the girl got caught, and the store owner asked her whether she had stolen. She told the truth, and gave him back the candy, ashamed. Her aura changed once again, a glow of white as she told the truth. The store owner chastised her and sent her on her way. The man turned and looked at him.

“Every time someone does something negative the aura changes, the Karmic record is changed. And with truth, beauty emerges. That girl just took some of her beauty back, telling the truth. Every time you tell the truth a bit of beauty lives in you. Remember that.”

“I’ll try, Sir.”

The man smiled kindly. “May I see that sphere of yours?” The boy gave it to him. The man looked at it closely, and as he looked at it, it started to glow, brighter, brighter. The boy heard a voice in his mind. “The Truth. Clear and simple.”

A flash, and the boy was back home, still holding the sphere. He put it back, and picked up the other spheres, but nothing happened. He closed the box and lay down. Truth, he thought, as he started to fall asleep. Truth and beauty.

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The next night, the boy opened the box again to find his spheres glowing with love just as they had the night before. This time, he picked up the one labeled HONOR. A flash, and he was elsewhere. He was in a great hall, round. The floor was thick, clear, and the walls spanned into the sky, never ending, it seemed. All over the walls were thick, framed squares. Softly glowing, they were a bit like computer screens, each with a soft tinge of color. Their carved frames were unique. He could see text within them. A man walked in, fairly tall, well built. His clothing was sharp, modern, and he carried a clear glass sword on his left side. He looked at the boy kindly. The boy could tell this man was strong, serious.

“Welcome to the Hall of Honor. My name is Aric.”

The boy shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Come and take a look at the pride and joy of the Universe. The Hall of Honor represents the best within all of us.”

They walked together to look at the framed squares on the walls. The boy was amazed, seeing them close up. They were utterly beautiful. Aric touched one, a heavy frame, intricately carved.

“A man of honor. Read about him.”

The boy did. The man had been construction worker in New York. At the top, his name. Just below, his profession. The screen had a tinge of a warmer, deep blue. It didn’t look deep, it just felt deep, as if the boy could actually feel the character of the person the man had been. Underneath his name, text flashed slowly. The boy read it. The man, his name was Brice, had saved someone from falling off a building. He had saved someone’s life. The screen flashed, showing his other actions of honor. Some large some small. Aric smiled and looked at him.

“Stand still for a moment.”

The floor started to move, upwards. It stopped, it seemed, with a smile from Aric.

“The floor of the Hall of Honor moves up and down, that all frames may be viewed. You try it. Look at one of the frames up above.”

The boy chose one that he thought he might like to see, and the floor started to move. As he got closer to the frame, the floor stopped. The frame was more feminine. A woman’s honor. The boy was impressed. Aric showed him around a bit more, sharing some of the honor of the Universe with him, then moved the floor right back down to bottom position. Aric walked the boy to one large frame over the door. “HONOR, ABOVE ALL,” it said. And Aric touched the boy’s shoulder. A flash of light, and the boy could hear Aric’s voice echoing in his mind as he was returned home…“Honor is completely dependent on the Action.” Back in his bed, the boy put the sphere away, thinking about his own life, his own honor. Honor, above all.

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It was getting exciting to the boy. He went through the third day wondering what he might learn from the spheres tonight. And tonight, it was Justice. He picked up the sphere, the flash, and he was there. It was a large room, glowing clear bottom, and a half dome roof. The roof gleamed, sparkling with what looked like stars, although the boy knew they were not stars. In the center of the room was a circle, engraved with scales. Blind Justice, the boy thought. A man leaned against the wall comfortably, well dressed, in white. He smiled.

“Are you afraid of truth, boy?” He walked over. “And Truth is not blind, by the way. Far from it.” The man walked into the central circle, the sparkling in the dome grew bright. “This room is Justice.” He walked out of the circle and over to the boy. “When souls must be weighed, they enter here.” The boy watched as it seemed a body materialized , like light, into the circle. A few stars fell from the ceiling, disappearing into the air. The light of the body flashed a color, and then disappeared.

“The color determines the weight of their soul. They are then sent to proper placement. “ He looked pointedly at the boy. “There is no Hell, by the way. Old concept. Outdated, and completely inappropriate. We call it the Place of Reformation, now. Truly heinous souls are incarcerated, but pushed towards reform. Counsel. Moving towards love. True Justice. But love.”

He turned and looked at the boy.

“So…are you afraid of Truth?”

The boy just looked at him. He thought he was. He thought he just might be. The man smiled and crossed his arms. Walk into the circle. Nothing will happen to you, that I promise. The boy walked into the circle, and looked up. The stars just stayed exactly as they were. And the boy looked at the man, who was still smiling.

“You’re not ready to be judged yet. But you will be, someday. Know that. Justice does not lie.” A flash, and the boy was home. And he felt just a little sick. He would be judged someday, and it would be his honor at stake. He whispered it to himself, possibly trying to reassure himself. “I am not afraid of Truth.”

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The boy picked up the fourth sphere the next night. It was CHARITY. It glowed with intense warmth, and instead of a flash, the environment changed slowly. A large room, four walls, and in the center, a box. On the box was a form, changing, beautiful, radiating intense warmth. The wings fanned out like soft flames, billowing behind it, and the form continued to change, moving softly. The entire room felt like love. Angels smiled, talking in groups. Clear, glowing Hearts fell from the ceiling, sparkling as they fell, and he watched as Angels broke conversations to catch them, proceed to the central Angel, and disappear. At that moment, the central Angel glowed deeply and a form emerged. Female. And it moved to the boy. He could see its form, feel its form, a deep warmth. The parts of the body seemed to be floating, wafting, soft light, floating. And it settled around him, and he felt love. He could feel the voice, floating in him, around him, beautiful, reassuring… calm, kind.

“This is the room for Charity, the true beauty of love…a gift of caring from one soul to another. The flame of our hearts gather as we give to one another. We look at each other. We truly see each other. And we say it. I love.”

And images floated through his mind…the Angels, happy, catching the shimmering hearts, true acts of charity. The Angels carrying love to each, both giver and receiver…the birth of love every time someone gave, shimmering in the air…the hearts, the love…and soft, the boy fell asleep. In the morning, he woke up feeling beautiful. He put the sphere back in its place, still warm, then he went to hug his mother and father.

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The fifth night the boy came home and had a wonderful dinner. He was excited. Charity had changed the way he saw the world, and tonight, the sphere would show him Love. He climbed into bed and pulled up his covers around him. He picked up the box off his side table and held it for a moment. He had learned so much in the past few days. And tonight…LOVE. He opened the box and looked at it. All of the spheres were glowing, glowing deeply. And the fifth, the fifth radiated light. It had a slight greenish glow to it. He picked it up and looked at it, and it started to glow so deeply…he could feel the warmth all around him. And his room became his room, but not his room. Because there was something in his room. And it felt like the Universe. And he saw something else. A woman, on another bed, and she had long dark hair and was holding an atom. Instinctively, he knew she was in California. Next to her was a God…glowing, he was glowing white, almost as if he was the matter of stars itself. And there was a change, and he saw it span out from the girl on the bed. The cosmos, the planets, the feel of the Universe moving…it was love. The Universe was love. And the boy wanted to weep. The Universe itself was love. And he watched as the entirety of the vision compact, shrink and fit itself into his sphere until it was just the universe. The love radiated from the sphere and he looked at it, and looked at it, and pictures started to emerge…a family having a party, a husband kissing a wife, a couple taking a walk in the country, a dog jumping to catch a ball…the boy smiled. The pictures stopped, and the orb just glowed, as if waiting. The box, sitting on his bed with the other orbs, glowed brighter, one by one. And he watched each one light with the same greenish glow, one by one. TRUTH. HONOR. JUSTICE. CHARITY. And the boy knew just what to do. He set the sphere of LOVE down into the box. And closed it. And read the top.

HONOR. ABOVE ALL.

And he thought. I am not afraid of Truth. Not at all.

HONOR...

2008-02-28T08:02:00.000-08:00

Honor is truly important to me. Last night I came face to face with issues that concerned me deeply, and it forced me to face some truths that I'm not really liking that much right now. I know one thing, my honor is mine and mine alone, and that is truth. Shoulder, center of the breast, forehead. A Tav to someone who was hurting. All honor, and protection. Never Sacrifice, always Honor and Protection...I need some tylenol right now, my right upper and lower back, my skullcap and the back of my head near my brain stem is hurting today. I had a little pain there last night, and am not too happy about it. I think this Universe needs a little more love today...I send some to everyone, anyway. I hope everyone's having a wonderful day...I need to remake my sign...it's a little dark.Rebecca Tacosa Gray

JESUS LIVED. MY SIGN.

2008-02-27T16:05:00.000-08:00

A sign I made just today, and hope to make more to put up. There's a sign on the freeway that says "I died for you." I don't like it at all...I don't believe Jesus should have died. He should have lived. There is no sacrifice. It is always forbidden, without fail. Today someone left me, I think who doesn't truly understand what I've been through. Not physical...a presence, to me. And I think he truly doesn't understand how I feel...how certain females are not me, and that he is not me, and never will be. I am someone different, someone beautiful. I have done a lot, and I have seen a lot. I have hurt too deeply to even talk about, and I walk right through that hurt and move right on. It is my life, and I am living it beautifully, without fail. Whether he knows that I truly hurt, whether he knows my true feelings, he needs to remember to look at me for who I really am...Rebecca Tacosa Gray. Right now, I need to clean my house. Too much fighting, but love is always worth fighting for...have a beautiful day, everyone, wherever you are.Rebecca Tacosa Gray

VISITS

2008-02-26T09:19:00.000-08:00

Went to my Stockton, California Archdiocese yesterday, and am going to the San Francisco Archdiocese today. I keep trying to get into contact with those who know what I have been going through. I'm thinking about going to the Vatican next week to find those who do know...not sure yet. I want to know what's going on in my Auric Reticulata and Reticulatum...I want my Oct/Nov cement back. I went through an experience wherein I carried certain energy in entirety. Other things happened after, and I need to repair what's been damaged. I has a lot to do with something that happened in front of my mother's mirror in Manteca, and two things I've done just recently in regards to my past. Repair, and find out what others know about the Auric Reticulatum and Astral Planes...other things,as well. And to the Vatican, please put a button on your website for those who are fighting unnatural energy, with links to those that can be contacted. The Vatican needs an organization of people who go out and handle these things in person. Considering what I've read about those who have to fight these sort of things, it is needed. So, off to San Francisco. Fight for what's right. Always.Rebecca Tacosa Gray

HUMAN GODS

2008-02-25T08:40:00.000-08:00

A word about Human Gods. In the thought that someone just might come around who might have that kind of power, I am one who believes we don't need another Human God. Not ever. It demeans humanity to see someone who has that kind of power and performs "miracles." I love Jesus deeply, and believe that his right to his Human Godlike power is beautiful, but I believe he should be the one and only who ever did. Humanity is beautiful, and we should respect our own beauty...we don't realize, truly, the beauty of our perception, our way of moving through the world, our right and ability to look at True God, beautiful and loving True God, through eyes that share life equally, without the barrier of the division of power use. God is just like us. He is a being, a beautiful being, who just moves through this Universe differently, and who loves us deeply. So, no more Human Gods. They are not necessary to heal this Earth. The publicity of such power does no one any good at all. Better that those who do, and might, have that kind of power keep it quiet, and heal this Earth person by person, slowly. I will say that the honor of being Human is the greatest Honor of all, Humanity, my Humanity, I value above all. Above All. That's all I have to say, I think. Right now I'm off to try and find an Archbishop, try to start talking to the Catholic Church about the many, many experiences I've been through. I'm hoping they'll understand, and that I'll find someone who knows more than I do about the nature of the 19 months I've been through. TRUTH. TRUTH ABOVE ALL. Pope Benedict XVI state "Without this basic right, which is also the right to truth, the other human rights are not enough. Without this fundamental right to truth and to God (True God, to me) mand becomes degraded to the level of a mere creature with needs." Need I say more? No more Human Gods. We are not mere creatures with needs that need to bow to one more being who fucntions within our natural environment in a different way. I do respect True Jesus, the original Jesus. But we are our own person, evey one of us. And I am Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and love who I am. And that is the truth. I hope everyone has a s wonderful day...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A NEW JESUS' SIGN (TAV OF LIFE) & THE HOLY SPIRIT

2008-02-23T10:08:00.000-08:00

I devised a sign to celebrate Jesus (see above) that I'm using on a huge sign for the freeway...no sacrifice...no crosses. I copyrighted them both by jurat Feb 20, 2008 in the morning, and intend to get the sign up to counteract "I died for you." I want to celebrate his life, not mourn the negative. The text is as follows..."He lived. He lived to tell you you're beautiful. No more crosses. No more thorns. No sacrifice. Celebrate life. (Sign, as seen above) Love. He said it. You do it." Also, the sign, I thought, should be used for those who are in trouble. I've heard of those who hurt, who lose their souls, and that Jesus falls and gives up his life that they may live and be alright. It mortified me, and I believe that he should descend as the Holy Spirit descends, softly in light, and carry a sign like that seen above, that of Love (The heart, person and X cross for love)and the Pisces/Fish sign...that he should bestow life to remind them that they are loved, and that he is there to tell them to go forth and be loved...he should never, ever give up his life for anyone again. The Holy Spirit is so beautiful...I thought everyone should know that. I was reading The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins, sitting at the desk by the window. The light was on, and I had gotten back from a walk around the water listening to music and weeping my eyes out. It's a beautiful experience, and the fluttering of the pages on the card above remind me of it, falling, soft, light, and warmth, complete warmth. I can't explain how it feels...comforting, beloved, in enters so gently, just gently, and it's complete, utter love. I experienced this while in San Francisco at the Radisson Hotel, and I also felt it in the mid-late months of last year at night. And I know the Holy Spirit loves me. I also experienced a negative version of it (very different, less bright, a bit of string type movement within, a bit the same warmth, but not the same. Insidious. However, the Holy Spirit healed me. (It was a night I had an experience with a Christmas song on the Expedition radio. My daughter was with me, and I felt Jesus' birth...I felt the joy of his birth, of his life, of who he is. And at the end, I almost felt a negative pull and pulled for positive, for love, and love spread across the sky and over the Earth. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had. So, the sign...and Jesus. You know I do love you. I have been through a hard time and I am my OWN PERSON. My OWN PERSON. You are beloved to me. My TAV is beloved to me. Know it. And, I'm off to get ready to visit with a friend, Derrick Martin...here at my home in my little breakfast room gallery. He's looking at buying a few of my paintings and one each of all of my books. I'll be making another donation tonight!!!...Rebecca Tacosa GrayNOTE: The TAV of LIFE and the TAV of JESUS CHRIST are two different TAVS. The TAV of LIFE protects the original soul self (at time of invasive Evil), life force, and the unique personality pattern of the person (Chakral system, vocal characteristics, character blend)it is gifted to--it is on the center of the breast. THE TAV of JESUS CHRIST is a TAV of LONG LIFE AND PROTECTION is on the forehead (I have the TAV of JESUS CHRIST) with its own special characteristics. It cannot be revoked and is part of the biological being of the person it is gifted to. Neither TAV can be revoked, and neither can be tampered with by Evil or any known entity.

BLACK BOX OF PUNISHMENT & THE PLACE OF REFORMATION

2008-02-21T17:46:00.000-08:00

HELL DOES NOT EXIST...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

I've come up with two ideas in the last couple of months, one today, both copyrighted by U.S. Mail. I went through an experience where I was physically descended into Hell, and it was awful. It was one of the most terrible experiences I've ever been through. And Hell should not exist. So I came up with two solutions, that work together. A solution putting Evil down permanently. And believe me, it's down.

THE BLACK BOX OF PUNISHMENT

I came up with this today while in my bathtub taking a bath. As soon as Evil is exorcised or put down, it goes into a Black, Onyx like box designed to contain the type of Evil needing to be incarcerated. (Wind Being, Light Being, God Being, etc.) The box is maintained by Natural Law. Once in, the being's intent and actions that were evil are reflected back at them (An emotional event-Non Hurting, Non Invasive-wherein they feel the emotion or expression of their actions. It will never ever result in physical hurt or demise.) The time and amount of reflection is equal to the amount and time of the actions. Once the punisment has equalized out, they spend 50 more years sitting and thinking about their action. If they manifest negative thoughts, it reflects back. If they think positive, it helps. Once 50 years has passed (one year check on each being), they spend 10 more years in the Place of Reformation, visiting homes with True Angels that are loving and responsible and learning how to love.

THE PLACE OF REFORMATION

I came up with this a while back and copyrighted it by U.S. Mail. The Place of Reformation is meant to reform Evil, minor Evil immediately and Heinous Evil after incarceration. (See above.) Once in, they paint a painting to express their feelings and evil, write about it as well. A Counsel Angel then sits and discusses it with them, and then escorts them for 10 full years to homes that are love, that they may learn how to love. Then, at the end of that time, they paint another painting and write. These go into a Hall of Love, A Museum where others can come and see who they are and what they've become, comparing both paintings. It will become an example to all, a lesson in Love and what it can truly do. They then become True Angels, Upstairs, each to their own talents...and that is a true solution for Evil...by me...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

MY NEW BLOG ON FIGHTING EVIL

2008-02-16T10:18:00.000-08:00

MY NEW BLOG ON FIGHTING EVIL.

http://epeedunange.blogspot.com/

A DAY IN STOCKTON, AN OLD DREAM

2008-02-12T09:59:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went to Stockton to San Joaquin Delta College (I had gone Saturday to give a package and needed to add more items to it) and visited my old workplace, Macy's Stockton California. I should have visited Troy Davidson State Farm Insurance, as well (I didn't even check to see if he's still working!) but didn't. Bought some frames for my Schimke window exhibit...Un Univers Des Anges is growing and I have my black and white artwork in the store, but Kevin wants color artwork, so I have a little bit of work to do today.Above, a page from my album(I put it together last November and tooled my nameRebeccaTacosaGray on the front by hand). I had a dream before November, about October or so, where the name "Sattyspun" came up. It's a long dream, and a man thought I was his wife and I escaped him, and some other nagative things. In the morning I looked up Satty and came up with San Francisoc Artist Wilfred Satty, and the artwork is his. Later on, my mother gave me an old childhood photograph announcement, I love it, and it was interesting to me that this particular photograph of me is very, very close to the picture in the artwork. It's meaningful to me, this particular piece of artwork. I think artwork like this is always beautiful, as mine is. I'm so glad we, our human race, has so much talent and love. Anyhow, I hope everyone's day is beautiful...I will be visiting my art teacher Dr. Serros soon, and lots of work to do, as usual...keeping my house clean being one of them! 3417 Redwood Road, my beautiful house. Not to mention, keeping up with my very real life path...RebeccaTacosaGray

AT BORDERS

2008-02-01T23:40:00.000-08:00

A picture of me. I look like this when my hair is curled...hot rollers can always do amazing things for one's self esteem. It's a nice photograph of me.

A beautiful piece of artwork I did recently, called "The Loved One, Because He Is." It was based on someone who felt he wasn't loved, and I wanted him to know he was thought of and is loved.

An older painting based on a dream I had a while back. It wasn't nice, but the painting is now up in Borders Books in Turlock. A woman in another dimension, short, short hair, not nice, did something heinous. I woke up believing that this short haired woman should be prosecuted, and did a painting based on that dream. The blog below is a description of that dream.

Hope everyone is beautiful and loved. It's been a long evening for me, but California is beautiful, as always! Much love, will write again tomorrow...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A FROZEN MAN

2008-02-01T23:30:00.000-08:00

I had the strangest dream last night...I was going to a place high on a Mountain to verify my identity. I had to sign my name in two separate places on a folder that was difficult to write on. It had bulky plastic rectangular pieces inside that held information. I commented on how awkward it was, and the woman, a bulky smiling personality, concurred. Then outside. I was still on the side of the mountain and took a blood test. An unnatural being from above was furious, because I would have to be Naturalized (returned to normal biological state). I was naturalized and became normal, my biological systems and blood pumping and my chakral systems (emotional, mental and memory bases included) returned to normal. The mountain area was icy. There was a male I that wanted to be with me...but I did not wish to be with him. I left the mountain and ended up in a city, looking at people as I passed. I remember something about a man on a bike. Following him, I ended up at a University, or Training Hall, of sorts. I saw people in a room studying. Their session finished and they filed out of the room. There was a woman I did not like AT ALL. She seemed to have an ugly soul to me, cold, heartless. Proud. Egotistical. But everyone proceeded after her, even this man I had been following. After leaving the classroom, they went forward down the hall, turned left, then turned left down another hall. I heard a deep voice in my head saying "Follow them." They turned left into a room that held something like a large, rectangular marble coffin-like tub that was filled with liquid. The woman I did not like directed a man into the tub, and pushed him below the surface. It froze his biological system. The man I had been following sat on the edge of the tub, just his legs dangling in the fluid, and for some odd reason he lost his balance and fell into the tub. The woman, I hated her at this point, shoved him below the water, iterating an incantation at the same time. As his biological system froze, her face became white, with the veins popping out and reaching up through her face and into her hair. She was death-like looking, vampirish, ugly. Her soul was ugly and her face was transformed by an Evil energy. It was disgusting. I don't think there's ever been a person in a dream I've ever disrespected than this particular woman. That poor man, the one who fell in. I send out my love for him, even in my dream. It was a terrible thing to happen to anyone, and I don't think he deserved it.

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Painting:
M & THE CRYOGENIC DEATH
Charcoal and Mixed Media on Canvas
Refinished, Hand-painted Second-hand Frame
Copyright by Jurat August 19, 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Originally posted on the 19, and reposted today, because of my most recent blog.

ANGELS

2008-02-01T12:03:00.000-08:00

I love Angels. I haven't always thought of them as I do now...as a matter of fact, Aggie, my mother twenty minutes away in Manteca, has loved Angels all of her life. I have always seen Angels (pictures, candles, paintings) around the house. My mother even has an Angel on her business sign, Aggie's Therapeutic Touch. It's lovely. But I have grown to love Angels deeply, and have a true and beautiful connection to True God and to someone I know as the Cosmological God of Love. In an experience of mine, I held an atom in my hands...beautiful, heavy, an aspect of this Universe so beautiful it's beyond explanation...and I saw love...this Universe is truly Love. And True God, True God is beloved to me. True God represents, to me, everyone. Religiously inclined or not. True God stands beside...he does not dominate. Love,....., Truth, Beauty, Honor, they are paramount in all things. True God respects who I am, Rebecca Tacosa Gray. And as for the Angels, what I love is that they hold Honor so highly. When they're wrong, they know it, and they help as much as possible. I suspect, like myself, and probably all beings, that they're not perfect...but my, isn't the fact that we're all a little imperfect. And I do mean a LITTLE) make us beautiful? Our little imperfections give us character, and even more so when we realize them and try to become better people. Just around 17 months ago I wrote on the back of a piece of artwork (a portrait of me done by an artist at a Renaissance Faire) many, many of the things I felt I needed to ask forgiveness for. It was very hard...I sat on the side of the road holding it and weeping my eyes out. I wrote it with a dip quill pen that belonged to my Uncle and Godfather Tony Foster. And I came home and burned it, to ask forgiveness for negative things I had done in my life. I don't know how others feel about the shame they might feel when having to face one's actions and truly look at them and realize that they happened, that they're past, and to not only ask forgiveness, but to be forgiven and forgive oneself. I think looking at one's action is the hardest thing anyone can ever do, ever. And ever since then, I have tried every day to remain Honor itself. I know that what I did when I was young (very young), and the minor things I did, and they were minor, are all past. Now, and always, I try to be the Best Within Me. I suspect True God knows that, which is why I know he truly loves me. So. I love Angels (and they are in every culture by the way. I saw a small published piece saying that the Angels belonged to and around Jesus Christ, and I just don't believe that's true. All cultures have winged beings who assist and help. All of them. No offense meant to the Catholic Church, but I believe Angels are everywhere for everyone, as I said, religiously inclined or not. But it's beautiful, I think, that the Catholic Church and other religions hold their Angels beloved. And I do, as well. As for other things, I look up every day and am still asking True God and True Angels to put as much love out there as possible. The Miss M's are still hanging about and I don't like negativiy at all. (and I will always dislike deeply any name starting with M. I'm even changing my daughter Isabel's middle name, Marie, to a different name. I'm thinking possibly my Grandmother, Ruby Fosters name. Isabel Ruby Gray sounds beautiful. We'll see. But NO M's.) I stay positive all the time though, and this Tacosa Gray Courageous Tiger Lily is strong. Yesterday I put up two of my LOVE LOVES. LOVE FIGHTS. LOVE WINS. posters (Borders and Jamba Juice and will put up more today. The poster turned out beautifully, and it will be wonderful to see if people notice and call me. Love wins, always. Negativity, no matter where it is, fails miserably. Remembering to stay beautiful helps...much love to everyone, and so much love to True God, The Cosmological God of Love, and all, and I do mean ALL of the beautiful Angels...you are beloved...Rebecca Tacosa Gray...the little, but beautiful, Human Being in California.

COPYRIGHT PROTECTION

2008-02-01T09:01:00.000-08:00

Because write and do so much artwork, I have to make sure I have everything copyrighted. Everything, and I do mean everything I have written, I have put in the U.S. Mail and mailed back to myself. Beyond Paradise, one of my books (very important to me) I mailed my handwritten material back to myself daily. Everything I've done, including my copyrighted material for Un Univers Des Anges, all of my blogs from my original, Un Grain De Sable all the way up to Un Univers de L'Ange and Un Univers Des Anges, have been put in the mail back to myself. As you can see in the photograph above, the entire safe is filled with my copyrighted material. All of my books, Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary (the originals and Jurats), In the Dreaming, Under the Silver Pear Tree, Beyond Paradise, Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins., and En Les Yeux De Reyna (which I'll be rewriting) are copyrighted in full. Love Letters is already copyrighted by U.S. Copyright, TX-6-598-392 April 24, 2007. The others are in process. If you are a writer or artist out there, you can Jurat your work and copyright it in full by U.S. Mail. If you go to court you can sue them and win. Also, it's best, especially if you post pics online. Say you suspect someone's broken in to your e-mail and blogs (as someone did that to me-I wrote letters to both companies), you can be sure you're protected when your material is copyrighted, as mine is, by Jurat and U.S. Mail. So. Copyright your material. U.S. Mail. It's legal. And make sure your books are copyrighted from the intellectual beginnings, as I did. And U.S. Copyright. Protect, protect, protect as I do. It's important. And no one, no one will EVER steal anything from you, that's a certainty.

ANGLES, MODESTO BORDERS, PIONEERING MEMBER UN UNIVERS

2008-01-29T21:39:00.000-08:00

Well, I finished installing the Modesto Borders Books Permanent Un Univers Art Installation today, and also installed a Permanent Exhibit at Angles Beauty Salon in Manteca, California (my birthplace!)Angles has a LOT of space, and is a beautiful space to display. The owner, Carol, is going to repaint soon...the space is large and her Beauty Salon is lovely...I'm so happy to be showing there! I'll be helping her paint, I think...so, the above pics are all from both installations...and they are beautiful and I am proud. I am now showing at three locations: The Turlock Borders Books, the Modesto Borders Books, and Angles Beauty Salon. Tomorrow I'll install an exhibit at Schimke Jewelers in Stockton, California. Beautiful! And to add to today's beauty, my beautiful organization, Un Univers Des Anges, now has a pioneering member, Susan Lopez Barker, who, actually, is one of the artists I installed at the Modesto exhibit. She is a lovely, lovely person who is a sculptor and a painter...and she loves Angels. So, I am smiling a huge smile tonight. A little time with my family, Zachary and my husband, John (Isahel is at Grandma's tonight!) and the day is perfect. Hope yours is lovely...much love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

ANGLES AND SCHIMKE JEWELERS

2008-01-29T09:14:00.000-08:00

Am off this morning to put up two more installations, one at Angles Beauty Salon in Manteca and one in Stockton at Schimke Jewelers on the Miracle Mile. (great location!) I've also talked to the Lino Bella Establishment in Stockton (also on the MIracle Mile), and am hoping they'll sell some of my work. If both Lino Bellas sell my artwork(there is also the Modesto location, with whom I've already made contact with), it would be lovely. I'll post pictures of my newest installations today. Right now, 9:17 in the morning here in California, and I have a LOT to do! Have a beautiful day...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

U.S.COPYRIGHT, LOVE LOVES.

2008-01-27T18:17:00.000-08:00

Today I sent off my little book, LOVE LOVES. LOVE FIGHTS. LOVE WINS. to the U.S. Copyright office. I had it bound today in a cover that has a see-through pattern on the top, so that my cover artwork can be seen. I also had my husband, John, read through it and he loved it. He thinks it's going to be a beautiful little book, and I am so proud of it...a lot of my love went into it, and it's been a long 17 1/2 months fighting through what I've been fighting through. So, as I said, this book represents a LOT of love, from me...hope everyone is well...much love...and just a thought, since I am posting the below piece...it would be lovely to see the Pope write a forward for all Bibles including thoughts in regards to today's standards and their positions on them. The Bible is such a beautiful piece of literature, of philosophy, of love, but I sometimes think that some things (obviously) were written in reference to the cultural practices of the time. (The beard length, etc.) Also, I suppose I'm going to go out on a limb and comment on false idols, because I believe that True God would respect all cultures. No matter what cultural background you are, God is God, and Love is Love...does it really matter what your God's name is as long as you love?...and yes, I do love and believe in True God.I believe all cultures' Gods are lovely, and that we are all part of Love...and one more thought...it might also be lovely for the Pope to gather people, seven total, to write a book every year called THIS YEAR, IN LOVE. It might actually be a way to talk about thoughts on today's standards, as I mentioned above. But I believe the others should be an Archbishop, Bishop, and others right to the beautiful Priests who represent the church...and they should write one section each on how difficult it is to do what they do, or just their thoughts on love. What's nice about this is the selection of people could be different every year. All would contribute in time. Maybe travel once a year to hand them out? ONCE A YEAR, IN LOVE...? They could travel as a group to different churches all over the world...maybe for a month or so. Connect with everyone, face to face. So, that was just a thought...much love to everyone...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

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CHRISTIANITY

Love stood up, and walked into a classroom. It looked around and sat down in one of the chairs to the back of the room. In walked a woman, just 37 years old, whose name was Rebecca, and today she was the substitute teacher. At the beginning of the class, she handed out a little cardstock postcard, with a set of statements on it, and and this is what it said:

TRUTHS.

LOVE. Love as much as you can. Yourself, first and foremost, just because you’re beautiful. Others, next, because they need your love to know they are also beautiful. And third, this Earth, because your beauty is held by everything around you. Be charitable. Help others who need assistance, as much as possible. (And Love whispered softly, “Love one another as you love yourself.” )

HONOR. Hold yourself to the highest values. Be the Best within you. Honor others by always holding them your Equal, as it honors the Best Within Them. Do not steal. Do not lie. Do not covet others property. Reject jealousy, and respect yourself enough to know you have your own talents. BE HONOR ITSELF. (And Love smiled, thinking “Do not steal. Do not lie. Do not kill. Do not commit adultery. Do not covet. No disciple is above his teacher nor is the servant above his master.”)

JUSTICE. Right wrongs. Don’t stand by and watch crimes occur, take it upon yourself to stand up for what’s right, in others and all people. You
sacrifice your own Honor when you watch someone hurt another. (And Love thought of Jesus overturning tables in the Temple and casting out those who were liars and thieves.)

One of the children looked at it, and started drawing on the cover of his notebook. It was calligraphy, a work of art, and it said “HONOR.” Love smiled, a tear falling onto the desk, saying softly, “I Love.”

I FACE YOU IN LOVE. CHRISTIANITY IS BEAUTIFUL.

MY NEW BOOK...LOVE LOVES

2008-01-26T22:38:00.000-08:00

Above, a pic of my newest published book, a mini-book, "LOVE LOVES. LOVE FIGHTS. LOVE WINS." I self-published it just today and not only handed out copies to about 19 or so people, but put copies in the Borders locations where my installations are showing. On the left, my original hard copy. On the right, the published version. I love my little book...and, yes, it's protected both by Jurat and U.S. Mail and I'll be sending it in to the U.S. Copyright Office tomorrow. It's a beautiful little mini-book about Love...here's a snippet for you to think about:

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A is A.—Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

RELIGION: THE BELIEFS, ATTITUDES, EMOTIONS, ETC.
CONSTITUING MAN’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE POWERS AND
PRINCIPLES OF THE UNIVERSE, ESP. WITH A DEITY OR DEITIES.
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Once upon a time, Love was born...and it sat down, and quietly read a page out of the Heart of the Universe, the beautiful book upon which our precious lives are built. And it was a quote.

“The principles of the beauty of craft is no different from
the law rules the spirit that underlying all things...A true
example of craft is the same as a passage of the holy
scripture. Only in place of words, truth is conveyed through
material, shape, colour and pattern.”—Soetsu Yanagi

True God is beautiful. True God stands face to face. True God
is part of all religions. True God knows you are a separate and distinct being, beautiful for who you are and what you craft within your own life every day. True God knows and respects you...and Love is the relationship between you and God, you
and others, and, most importantly, you and yourself. Craft your life. With Love.

THERE IS A NATURAL RELIGION. IT IS LOVE.—REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

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ISLAM

Love stood up, making sure its body and place of worship was clean. After making its intentions known to perform her prayer, it stood, raised its hands up and said “Allahu Akbar.” (God is Most Great) It stood with its hands
folded over its chest, reciting the first chapter of the Qur’an. Again, it raised up its hands, saying “Allahu
Akbar.” It bowed, reciting three times, “Subhana rabbiyal adheem” (Glory be to my Lord Almighty). It rose to standing while reciting “Sam’I Allahu liman hamidah, Rabbana wa lakal hamd” (God hears those who call upon him; Our Lord, praise be to you). It raised its hands up and said “Allahu Akbar,” then placed itself prostrate on the ground, reciting three times “Subhana Rabbiyal A’ala” (Glory be to my Lord, the Most High). It rose
to a sitting position, saying “Allahu Akbar,” then placed itself prostrate again in the same manner. It rose to a standing position, saying “Allahu Akbar.” This concluded its first “rak’a” (cycle or unit of prayer) It did a second rak’a, then remained sitting, reciting the first part of the Tashahhud. It then continued on, to complete a third rak’a. It recited the second part of the Tashahhud, then turned and said “Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullah” (Peace be upon you and God’s blessings). It turned to the left and repeated the greeting. It rose, stepped off the carpet, and put both hands facing each other, but not touching. It said, softly, أنا أحبّ. (I Love.)

I FACE YOU IN LOVE. ISLAM IS BEAUTIFUL.

(I learned about their prayer from About.com)

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ATHEISM

Love stood up, and walked to work. Down the street, to
the coffee shop where it was a waitress. It was a pretty day, but she didn’t have time to notice it. She popped into her work clothes and out with a smile. Ned, its favorite
customer, was sitting smiling at the counter. It loved this guy. He had the greatest stories to tell. And always put a smile on her face. He was also a damned smart man. They’d had a conversation about God yesterday, and she outright told him that she didn’t believe in God. He said he understood, but that he’d always believed in God since
he was a child. They laughed several times during the conversation, as he believed that everyone had a right to their opinion and she respected that. And she laughed at the end of that conversation, looking him straight in the face and saying, “I still don’t believe in God, but I sure believe in you!” He left later, and they were both smiling. It was a great conversation and she really liked him.
He brightened up her days. One thing was for certain...they respected each other. She looked down as she was pouring the next customer’s coffee. “So,” she asked him,
“Do you believe in God?” He grinned and took a sip.
He looked up at her and answered softly. “Well, not really. But I believe in Love.” She laughed. “Now THAT”S an answer I like!” Love. Well. That was the way to go, she thought. Love was the way to go.

I FACE YOU IN LOVE. ATHEISM IS BEAUTIFUL.

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LIFE

Love stood up and walked out into the sunshine. My God, was it a beautiful day. It walked down the cement street, feeling the warmth, watching the grass sway on the side
of the road. Finally it reached the Peach and Almond
Orchards that were so beloved to it and sat down, thinking. Wondering. It really didn’t know, whether or not it
believed in God. Sometimes it believed that something, something large, somewhere, existed that loved and cared about it. And sometimes, it thought that possibly a God did not exist. And sometimes, sometimes, it just did not think about the possibility of either. And it sighed and leaned its head back against the trees, knowing how
much it just loved the fact that life, that the Earth, was
this beautuful. One morning, in this very same orchard
it had seen a budding Dandelion, tiny beads of dew
clinging to its soft leaves. And they turned into diamonds sparkling in the sun, and it was mesmerized by them.
And I stopped, and I stooped down to look at it, so closely. And I thought, this, this diamond, right here is God.
That I noticed that it is beautiful, is God. And how
lovely, that God, Beauty and Love are in everything one might ever notice or love. Life sparkled, looking up at
A’;’;me, and I said, softly, I Love.

I FACE YOU IN LOVE. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.

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Remember that my little book is protected by Copyright2008RebeccaTacosaGray. All rights remain mine and it is forbidden to copy, use or distribute this material in any way. CopyrightbyJurat1-24-08RebeccaTacosaGray.

Second photograph, a 73 letter mailing sent out to invite others to join my beautiful small organization, Un Univers Des Anges. (Also protected by Jurat copyright!) I am now in two Borders Books, and it looks as if the Stockton Borders Books will also join in with a showing of Un Univers Des Anges Artists come March. I am also going to ask the Tracy Borders Books if they are interested, as well. Possibly later in the year, maybe Davis and Sacramento locations, as I used to live there. I love Davis and Sacramento, but love Ceres and Modesto so dearly. I am glad to be such a loving part of the Central Valley!

Anyhow, my organization is on its way, and now six books published, with a play on the burner...ANGELS-A PLAY BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY is on my list of things to do. I've copyrighted the play idea by Jurat and U.S. Mail, as well...protection, protection, protection...you can never be too careful! And I have, still, to finish my TACOSA ARCHANGELIC ALPHABET BOOK. With 30 alphabets to finish it is a longer project, being all artwork, but it will be beautiful once it's finished! Have a beautiful night, everyone...much love to all, as usual, and I'll write again tomorrow...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

UN UNIVERS ARTICLES OF INCORPORATION

2008-01-22T12:30:00.000-08:00

I have copyrighted by Jurat a prototype for my organization, Un Univers Des Anges, Articles of Incorporation and Bylaws. I intend to incorporate at some point in the future, so it seemed a very smart thing to do, as I always protect my writing, my poetry and my artwork by Jurat and U.S. Mail. Hope everyone's having a great day...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Photograph:

A pic of my Jurat and Articles of Incorporation/Bylaws for Un Univers Des Anges
Copyright Jan 22, 2008 1230 P.M.

Al Gore & The Pope

2008-01-22T08:32:00.000-08:00

Just a few thoughts I've had about two representatives of the public...

Today I'll be writing a letter to Al Gore...I really would like him to run for President again. He's a brilliant man, and I think that with slow, quiet, gentle insistence that the Movement he's already created in regards to the environment could be expanded in small ways to every state. It would be a wonderful way for him to personal get to know the people of every state, and establish stronger relationships with every state by helping them clean up their natural environment. Thoughts...establish funds that match clean-up for large and small cities...donation drives for the cities to keep the environment clean based on community support (as many of our beautiful cities already do), Awareness in the way of posters uniquely and specially designed for each city to show their dedication to the environment. Maybe a statewide competition for the cleanest cities, as the Scots and English do with their Garden Schemes? It would be a matter of pride for the communities...Al Gore is one of my heroes, and I wish he had won. His speech broke my heart, and I know that Abraham Lincoln would have been pround of him. However, my thought...I wish he'd consider running for President again. With an environmental movement (and getting to know each state in a more personal way), I'm certain he could do it. And I, personally(this is just a suggestion) wish he'd take a few acting classes to cultivate a more natural speaking style. He is so lovely, and I know it might change the way he views speaking to the public. (Athough he is already lovely...and brilliant!) Congratulations to him as well...the Nobel Peace Prize makes me so proud as an American in support of Environmental concerns it's not funny. Al Gore is truly one who represents the Best in all of us.

Also, just a thought, and not truly a criticism but I wonder why the Pope requires that people kiss his ring. It would be so lovely for him to face people eye to eye, hand to hand, and kiss either cheek starting left. It would show how much love and respect he has for all people that he comes into contact with, as we are all equal and beloved in this Universe. (And True God, you are so beloved to me.)

Last, I will be incorporating my informal organization Un Univers Des Anges (already copyrighted by jurat and fictitious business name. So I'm off to Sacramento to file my paperwork today...Much Love to Everyone...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

UN GALERIE DE L'ANGE OPENING DONATION

2008-01-19T23:28:00.000-08:00

Tonight was a success! I took in $345.00...sold a copy of Beyond Paradise and Under the Silver Pear Tree and some of my artwork. I'll be open probably quite a few days of the week. Definitely Wed & Sat., but haven't decided on the hours for the rest of the week. Will continue promoting Un Univers Des Anges and sell more artwork, donate more to charity, and pay off the costs of starting up and supporting my Gallery. Above, a photo of my first opening night checks for donation. My sign out front looks beautiful, by the way...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

MODESTO BORDERS...UN UNIVERS CONTINUES!

2008-01-18T01:40:00.000-08:00

My Donation Book and Portfolio. Each sleeve carries the reciepts and confirmations of my donations to each charity, for all of my books, and soon, my Gallery and Un Univers Des Anges.

My Proposal for Un Bibliotheque Des Anges (A Library of Angels). I gave out one with a piece of my own artwork today to Bright Homes Developers, and will give this to another tomorrow. The heart was painted by my three-year old daughter, Isabel, and I put the art piece together. I will hand out many more in the coming month. The Information Packets for membership in Un Univers Des Anges are built in a similar manner.

Four of my published books. Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary (I'll probably be doing a poetry reading a Borders at some point in the future.), Beyond Paradise, In the Dreaming (My Love Poetry and Erotica) and Under the Silver Pear Tree (My Fairy Tales.)

One of the most recent photos of my Gallery, Un Galerie De L'Ange, opening on Saturday from 3-9.

A picture of the Modesto Borders location with my painting "A Song of Ivor" and a framing of Un Univers Des Anges' Poster. There will be a selection of Local artists showing here who will donate to charity once a year. I'll post more pictures as I install other artist's work during this week and the next.

My organization, Un Univers Des Anges, is growing! I'm now setting up a new Permanent Exhibit in the Modesto, Calfornia Borders Books. It will be a selection of as many local artists as I can manage to fit on the walls! As I said before, I have a Permanent Exhibit of my work only in the Turlock Borders Books, and with the success of adding Modesto under the umbrella of Un Univers Des Anges, I will next move on to the Stockton Borders Books...and maybe Davis, California, as well (I graduated from U.C. Davis. Not to mention, I've sent out and given out packets to about 50 people, with hopes that all will fill out their membership applications and send them back in. I know the local artists will.

Also, I have delivered by hand a proposal to Bright Homes Developers in Modesto, hoping they will donate a Model Home to house Un Bibliotheque Des Anges (A Library of Angels). It will completely be supported by community donation, both books, bookshelves and Angelic themed art by local artists (Murals, as well). They have a beautiful new development with Model Homes 20 minutes away in my birthplace, Manteca. I'm hoping that they'lll like my proposal...it would be such a beautiful thing to see our little valley have an Angelic Library...right now the website's not uploading photos, so I'll upload a picture of my informational packet tomorrow along with pictures of Borders and the most recent of my little home gallery, Un Galerie De L'Ange. It is looking beautiful, and I've already received confirmation from many, many people that they're coming...I've been accepted by Bank of America's Merchant Services to be able to accept credit cards...I know it my opening will be successful! It's very late, 1:53 a.m. here in California, and I still have a lot to do. I'll post more tomorrow, as I'll be delivering a second packet for my Library to another developer and will be getting my Gallery ready for Saturday. I hope everyone is well, much Love...LOVE LOVES, LOVE FIGHTS, LOVE WINS...Rebecca Tacosa Gray (And I'm winning! And that quote is protected by U.S. Mail Copyright, by the way...)

UN GALERIE DE L'ANGE

2008-01-14T23:26:00.000-08:00

Un Univers Des Anges is moving forward a fast pace! Tonight I talked to a Borders Representaive in the Modesto Borders Books store,and recieved a go ahead response from the manager. So, under the Umbrella of Un Univers Des Anges, I will be coordinating a show of artists gathered from our little community. It will be lovely! I will putting up a sign for Un Univers des Anges and much of my litterature to promote my growing, beautiful organiztion. So it looks as if I will be networking more and more beaitufl books might be soulddDD!

Also, took packets to two news papers...The Modesto Be and The Ceres Courier. Both seemed interesetd in doing an interview and talk about Un Galerie and Un Univers. She seemed especially interested in Un Univers Des Anges. It looks as if the writers at the bee will contribute, and beautifully, to Un Univers. Will pick up the large print of my books tomorow...I'll looking forword to seeing things beauitiful, as always....Mucn Love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

Rebecca Tacosa Gray,
Owner and Presidendt ,
Un Univers de L'Anges
Owner, Un Univers des Ang

UN UNIVERS DES ANGES

2008-01-14T09:53:00.000-08:00

January 12, 2008

Love is an Angel Breathing Beauty into All...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

To All Artists, Gallery Owners, Writers and Performance Artists who Wish to Build a Better World, Step by Step:

My name is Rebecca Tacosa Gray, Owner of Un Galerie De L’Ange, a small home gallery in Ceres, California. I also have a Permanent Installation of my artwork at Borders Books in Turlock, California, 2831 Countryside Drive. I am inviting you to join my informal organization, Un Univers Des Anges and contribute to changing the world through Charity and Love. I donate 10% of my artwork to charity, and of the books I have written (four to be exact), much more. My goal, and the goal of my Gallery and my Organization, is to network galleries, artists, writers and performance artists in an effort to support charity at least once a year, if not more. There is no time commitment, and you are not required to do anything more than donate once a year, to post a Blog on one of my pioneering blogsites, Un Univers Des Anges
(http://ununiversdesanges.blogspot.com,)Les Anges De Litterature (http://lesangesdelitterature)and Les Anges De Theatre (http://lesangesdetheatre.blogspot.com,letting people know about your discipline and the results of your contributions, and to send me an e-mail to include in the Archives of Un Univers Des Anges.

If you decide to become a part of Un Univers Des Anges, thank you. It is a beloved wish of mine that Artists everywhere become Angels once a year for their community. It is one more way to change this beautiful world of ours, in beauty and love, step by step, artist by artist, writer by writer, performance artist by performance artist, small donation by small donation.

Rebecca Tacosa Gray AKA Sterling Parker
Owner, Un Galerie De L’Ange
President and Founder, Un Univers Des Anges
3417 E. Redwood Road
Ceres, California 95307
209-765-1099

UN UNIVERS DES ANGES
(For Artists and Gallery Owners)

LES ANGES DE THEATRE
(For Actors, Dancers, and Performance Artists)

LES ANGES DE LITTERATURE
(For Writers...Poets...Novelists)

LE PHILOSOPHIA DES ANGES
(To inspire another, your philosophy on God, the Universe and Love)

If you would like more information on Un Univers Des Anges, or would like to become a true member of my organization, please send me an e-mail with your name and address at sterlingparker9@yahoo.com or s_p_ming@yahoo.com.

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Painting:
Angel Dreaming: Acrylic & Mixed Media on Wood
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

UN GALERIE DE L'ANGE OPENING PREPARATION

2008-01-09T09:44:00.001-08:00

Getting close now! Pics of my in progress Gallery preparations above...my little octagonal breakfast room Gallery. Un Gallery de L'Ange/Un Univers Des Ange is on its way, certified and protected! On the 19th my opening will be realized, and Un Galerie De L'Ange will be making money and, hopefully, donating as much as possible to charity! I have given out more than 150 invitations (With my Prayer for Love included, as well) and will give out more than 100 more today. I am also taking information down to local newspapers to see if I can get an article in the paper, which will help even more. My Borders Books permanent installation looks beautiful, still, and I think will also contribute greatly! A few things I've come up with that will go in the newspapers as Yearly Traditions:

CHARITY DAY:November 3 every year (My birthday!) I hope to establish a tradtion of Charity among all people once a year.

A charity drive for those who need love and a meal once a year at my home in Ceres, California U.S.A. I will provide canvases for artwork and will sell them in my gallery and give the beautiful artists the money for their artwork to keep.

CHARITY CARDS: I've copyrighted by jurat all of the above, and for cards that will be in my Gallery for people to donate to a charity of their choice. I'm posting a sign that lists charities, and they can choose, fill out a card and address the envelope and I'll send it, or they'll take it home and send it off themselves...one more way to help others!

Next week I'll be going to San Francisco to visit another artist and hope to have them help network the Bay Area for my informal organization, Un Univers Des Ange. If they are willing, it will be a step forward for my Movement for Love, and Un Univers will keep moving, step by step, day by day, towards love.

Below, a picture of my beautiful painting, My True Love's Kiss, painted for someone truly beautiful. It is being displayed right now in a beautiful art show at Mistlin Gallery, who is also carrying my books Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary, In the Dreaming, and Beyond Paradise. (Sold a copy of Love Letters recently!) This painting is extremely beautiful in person...and is protected by someone truly beloved to me. If you are in the Modesto, California area, please go and view it. I love it dearly, and I know you'll love their gallery, as well. I'll post pics of it in the gallery tonight.

PHOTOS (4): Copyright January 7, 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

UN UNIVERS/.UN GALERIE COPYRIGHTED!

2008-01-02T10:57:00.000-08:00

Congratulate me, everyone! My Movement of Love in California has started and I have copyrighted Un Galerie De L'Ange/Un Univers De L'Ange/Un Univers Des Ange inviolately by filing my Fictitious Business License today. It's so beautiful to know that somehow, with a lot of work, that many different people will be responsible for changing the world around them with love and charity...and the Arts will grow, as they should! Above and below, pics of my Business License and my little Day Planner...organization...it's coming together...join me and donate to someone once a year. A World of Angels and Love to bring us together, that is the goal...All My Love to All...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

BORDERS BOOKS & MY MOVEMENT FOR LOVE

2008-01-01T17:31:00.001-08:00

My Borders Permanent Art Installation is up! They want me to rotate my Artwork as it sells, so I am now a beautiful part of their store. I have also delivered a proposal to them for a charity drive called "The Art of Reading," wherein artists within the community donate art twice a year and donate to a cause called First Books, which gives children who do not have access to books their first books. I received a wonderful response to the idea, so it looks as if I will be sending out letters soon to local artists to ask for donations of art to use in the "The Art of Reading" Silent Auctions. Next, I have also started an Informal Organization called "Un Univers Des Anges" which will network artists and writers to assist and donate once a year to a charity. I am hoping to start a "Movement for Love" (copyrighted by Jurat) which will span even further, hopefully getting other professions to network and contribute to charity and love at least once a year. My new blog (associated with my blog Un Univers de L'Ange)will allow others to see exactly what Artists and Writers are doing: http://ununiversdesanges.blogspot.com). If anyone is interest in joining my informal Organization Un Univers des Anges (Mission Plan copyrighted by Jurat) please write me at Un Univers Des Anges, Attn: Rebecca Tacosa Gray, President and Founder, 3417 E. Redwood Road, Ceres, California 95307 or call me at (209) 765-1099. I am hoping those who represent other professions will call me, join Un Univers Des Anges and offer to Head and Represent other Professions in the world community. I would expect them to take full responsiblility for Networking their communities and getting people to donate and be aware of my Movement for Love. My Gallery, Un Galerie de L'Ange is opening on January 19, and I have been very successful advertising it. I have Invites in major businesses and have invited many people, and I think with my Permanent Installation up at Borders it will be more than successful.

I was thinking about the Catholic Church today and I have a special request for them. I would love to see the Catholic Apostolic Faith represent a Movement for Unity and contribute to My Movement for Love in this way...I would love to see Missions in which Representatives study other cultures and find their particular way of loving...then support their way of loving by inviting them to join their Community as they truly are...to Represent the Faith of All Faiths and Network all Faiths together in a Movement for Love itself. It is a dream of mine that all people, every year, stop what they're doing on December 25 at 7:00 p.m. for 7 minutes and wish the Universe itself and all who dwell here and everywhere else love...All Faiths and All Religions are important, and love between each other is the goal. God, I love you deeply, and this is as you would do...ask for Love to reign forth from all beings.

I love you all. I'm proud of what I'm doing, and have many plans for Un Univers Des Anges, including a Library of Angels. I also have many other charity plans, and I hope and know that with the love I am putting into them, they will be successful. Please be beautiful. I have new books planned, one a children's book to be dedicated to Jesus and the tenets of his teachings, and one a book about Beauty and Love entitled "A Way of Seeing Love" which will be dedicated in entirety to God. They will both be beautiful, and I know that my book about God will show what I truly think about God, his Love, the meaning of his being in this Universe, and who I really think he is. It is Beauty itself to really know the one who exists around and within us. Even though we are part of God, we are ourselves, and I think that is the true beauty of God. God is the one who expects us to be the best within ourselves, and has gifted us the ability to be unique within ourselves. To establish a relationship with him, not be dominated by him. No matter what Faith one belongs to, or even if you do not believe in such a beautiful and powerful and loving being, the love and beauty around us, the magic in this Universe is proof enough of God's existence, whether we call him Buddha, God, Allah, Brahma, or the Supreme Spirit. I am hoping that we will network our cultures with true understanding of each other's unique beauty, and that Love, True Love, will be the connection. That we will swing in concert with the center that is True God within All. And that is the end goal of Un Univers Des Anges, to assist and help others to Love, in any way possible. All my Love to All, tonight...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A TRADITION FOR LOVE...

As a tradition, I ask everyone to stop on
December 25 every year and send out love
for 7 minutes at 7:00. It is a quiet acknowledgement of Love for the Universe, and all
of us who are part of it. In every tradition,
in every religion, LOVE. A prayer for you, written by me.

A PRAYER FOR LOVE

Oh, Love, in a Universe of Love, give us the strength to be Love. Show us Truth, Show us Beauty, and Show us the Way, Heart to Heart, to each other. Bow gently down the weight of negativity. Bring u Faith that Love is All that we Are. Send us a Universe of Angels to carry our Love across Oceans, across Deserts, across the Landscape of our Hearts...and with the Love of Angels, Love of Ourselves, and Love of Each Other, we will become a Universe Aware, A Universe Aware...a Universe of Love.

Love is an Angel Breathing Beauty into All...as God Loves, so All shall Love...and if you do not believe in God...believe in Love. All Religious Traditions matter. In true beauty, In true Honor, In True Hope...my love goes out to all of you...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A MOVEMENT FOR LOVE

2007-12-26T23:20:00.000-08:00

Today, a wish of Love for the Universe...Here is a Wooden Heart I painted for God...it was his birthday yesterday and I celebrated by taking 7 minutes at 9:00 P.M. to wish love to all of the Universe and say a prayer for Love. I've decided to make this a tradition in my family every year, but at 7:00 P.M. Also, I copyrighted by Jurat a Business Plan I put together for myself and my Gallery, Un Galerie de L'Ange. I intend to create a beautiful Network, if possible, of galleries (as many as possible...the world over, maybe!) I,myself am going to start by having all the local galleries paint wooden Angels and Hearts for children who have lost their loved ones, and ask for the galleries will try to see if artists are willing to donate 10% of their work (or even some of their work) to a charity. I have many plans, all hopeful to get others to donate to charity and help those in need. So, the artwork above, The Star of Love, and a poem I wrote on the back to accompany it is lovely...will not post it, though...some things are precious to me and this is one. Below it, the Jurat itself, stamped, signed and sealed for my "Movement of Love" that I will be implemented this year by me. By the time I'm 50 years old, I hope to have galleries all over contributing...luck and God are with me...I send all of you, God and Jesus my Love...See you next time!...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

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Painting:
For God...Happy Birthday...A STAR OF LOVE: Acrylic on Wood, Meant to be painted last night, but painted December 26, 2007
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

MERRY CHRISTMAS, KYNE!

2007-12-23T17:56:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas, Kyne Alric...you are a True Friend...Rebecca Tacosa Gray!

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Painting:
KYNE ALRIC'S SNOW STAR: Acrylic & Mixed Media on Wood, Painted December 23, 2007
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

UN GALERIE DE LANGE..SOON!

2007-12-23T15:20:00.000-08:00

A picture of my Gallery door! Un Galerie de L'Ange to open soon, in beauty and love, of course! It is my little breakfast room, re-realized to be a gallery as well. The entry is through the back garden, and my sign is hand made, with my larger sign to be hand made soon. The pic below is inside, and those are my various published and U.S. Copyrighted books...Love Letters, In the Dreaming and Beyond Paradise. Once I get more of Under the Silver Pear Tree published it will also be displayed and sold. Lovely! So, more photos are on facebook of more of my artwork...enjoy! I hope to donate more to charity soon!

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Photos
Pictures of Un Galerie de L'Ange, California
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

NEW DONATION!

2007-12-20T19:57:00.001-08:00

I've sold a painting! HE IS LOVE sold for $190.00, making Galerie de L'Ange lovely! I've also turned my beautiful little breakfast room into a Gallery, and will be putting up signs for Un Galerie de L'Ange in the next week...I have made contact with several higher end stores in my area, and they seem truly interested in my work. I plan to have an opening of my little gallery in the next couple of weeks, and will invite them with a pre-listing of my work. As I said, 10% of my artwork will go to charity.

I have also, today, donated $62.00 from sales of my book, Beyond Paradise, to charity. It was donated to The Family Violence Prevention Fund in San Francisco, so I'm proud to be contributing to the world in my own beautiful way! I am putting up a tally on the side of Un Univers de L'Ange to let people know how much I have donated every year...much love to all...Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

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Paintings:
Moon Angel: Acrylic & Mixed Media
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Moon Letters: Acrylic & Mixed Media
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

UN GALERIE DE L'ANGE

2007-12-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

Hello, all-been a little busy! Getting ready to sell my artwork online soon...I have been producing a lot of small pieces and some larger. It will be lovely...I have updated Un Galerie de L'Ange again and will be adding more and more pieces of artwork over the next two weeks. I am hoping to have a gallery opening at my home in May, and Un Univers de L'Ange will blossom under Un Galerie in my beautiful back garden and home. So, I hope everyone is doing well...I'll try and put In the Dreaming up for sale online soon if anyone might be interested...Much Love from California to all, and love to True God and all the beautiful Angels...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

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Painting:
AVIT, THE TIGER ANGEL: Acrylic & Mixed Media
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

HART LANE GALLERY

2007-12-15T00:31:00.000-08:00

Well, tonight was a lovely night. I attended the opening of Hart Lane Gallery's showing of Nudes and Other Artists. My work is also a part of the show. It was a wonderful evening, full of lovely conversations and many old friends. The show will continue through until Sunday. I have put many beautiful new works of art on my online gallery, Un Galerie de l'Ange on Facebook. There's a link on the side of Un Univers if you're interested...please check it out. I'll probably also start selling some of my artwork on L'Art d'un l'Ange, so look it up in a week or so. 10% of all of my artwork goes to charity, which I'll be donating either to the California school systems in support of the Arts or possibly children's homes in support of the Arts for those who don't have access to it. I'm not sure yet...possibly both. I hope everyone's having a beautiful evening. I was smiling tonight, and that's always a good thing! Much Love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

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Painting:
BLUE ANGEL AND SONGBIRD: Acrylic on Canvas
Copyright December 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

LIFE UPDATE...SMILE

2007-12-12T19:28:00.000-08:00

Well, all, I've not been on blogger in a while...so...an update on my life, and a smile!

I have published Beyond Paradise, and it is out in a local bookstore, a local art store, and the Mistlin Gallery. I have sold seven copies so far, and it is a beautiful book...I'm proud of it! 50% of the book goes to charity.

I have also published two other books...In The Dreaming, The Flame of Beloved Love (A collection of Love Poetry and Erotica) and Under the Silver Pear Tree, a collection of my Fairy Tales I started years ago for my family. They are both beautiful, and are being carried both by the Gallery and Art Store. 30% of the books go to charity...I am doing what in my small way for the world!

I've published and sent off to the Copyright Office a play I wrote years ago, En Les Yeux de Reyna. I've decided after the fact to re-write it and make it more about a friendship...the original was a little on the edge and I've decided I want to go a different direction with it. It will be beautiful, and a little less contraversial, I think. (Four books now being copyrighted, my poetry already established. That makes five!)

The Misery and Rape of Love, one of my paintings, is being displayed at Mistlin Gallery along with all three of my books for sale...smile!

I have been painting regularly, and this week-end will also be part of a show at Hart Lane Gallery, my Aunt's Gallery. All of my books will be displayed, and, hopefully, I will sell a painting or two.

I am creating a new book, as well, intellectual copyright already established by Jurat and will be full of original artwork. It is called the Tacosa Gray Archangelic Alphabet Book. I will be donating 30% of the finished product to California schools to support the Arts. It is a tragedy, to me, that arts are always the first to get cut in our schools. The book is dedicated to God and All of his beautiful Angels, whom I love deeply...God, you are beloved to me, in every way.

And to God and the Angels...please send Nathan Christophe to protect me...I hurt deeply inside, and struggle to reconcile the past events of the last fifteen months with my view of love, true love in this Universe. I keep hoping God is truly listening to the love that is within my heart...there are so many that are beloved to me, please hear me. I do hurt deeply...both physically and emotionally, and I need love. I truly need love. All of you out there, please send love my way...and please send God a prayer for me to send me love and my Guardian Angel.

Love to all of you, always. I am not always perfect, but I try, with all my heart, to be the best I can be. I send you love...Rebecca Tacosa "Asmara" Gray.

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Painting:
Myself. REBECCA TACOSA "ASMARA" GRAY: Charcoal and Mixed Media
Done by myself and Mario Tejada
Copyright by Jurat December 8, 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

2007-09-19T10:10:00.000-07:00

L.A. is beautiful today...I went to L.A. to visit my sister and family...my Godchild Aggie is growing up fast! Audrey and Nick are fixing up their house, and I think I'm going to help paint today. My father Jerry and Mother Aggie are making the house feel beautiful, loved. I'll be traveling back to Ceres this week-end...six hour drive...much love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A PRAYER TO GOD

2007-09-18T07:36:00.000-07:00

God, I have been kind. I have been truthful. I have tried to give love wherever I could. Please send someone to watch over me, to help me, to keep me safe. I have asked this so many times before...True God, please hear me. Please hear me this time--Rebecca

UN UNIVERS D'AMOR

2007-09-09T13:15:00.000-07:00

A PRAYER TO GOD...WE ARE UNIVERSAL LOVE

Beautiful One, Bearer of our Hearts, walk with us now as we look to Beauty. You are the Mirror of Love, and Hand to Hand, Face to Face, We touch each Day with the Weight of our Being. I look into the Mirror and Whisper...Beautiful One, with your Love We Remember to be Beautiful...in every race, every creed,every discipline. Reflect Us as we Reflect You, in True Beauty, that we may become Universal Love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

-Rebecca Tacosa Gray, written Sunday, September 10, 2007, 5:48 P.M.

Today I went to church, and started thinking about the beauty of all spiritual disciplines. I went back to church because of a very special man, Father Dean. Father talked to me a couple months back when I was going through a very difficult time...he even visited to bless my home. When I look at Father Dean, I think of all the beautiful beings who have been love throughout history. Who have looked humanity straight in the eye and said, "You are loved. You are love. Do you realize that?" I think that's why I believe that love, Love Itself, will never, not ever, be represented by one being and one being alone. I know there are Gods and Goddesses who have represented love throughout history, and they are beautiful, as always. However, when it comes to Love Itself, and I mean that beautiful love that this Universe is built upon, that every one of us represents and becomes that love by loving. And we are all Love Itself. A Universe of Love, one and all.

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Painting:
Universe: Watercolor & Gouache on Arches Watercolor Paper
Copyright August 2006, Rebecca Tacosa Gray
In the Collection of Steve Groves, United Kingdom

MICHAEL PARKES

2007-09-04T07:57:00.000-07:00

The American Artist, Rebecca Tacosa Gray. (Me, of course!) I took this photo of myself after a painting by Michael Parkes, one of my very favorites. It's called "Stalking." This particular painting has given me great strength, and is the warrior I am inside. So...the photo...me. Stalking. Or defending. I prefer to think of it as defense. As always. So, visit Michael Parkes' sites, which I've listed below...and if you ever have a chance, buy one of his books. I own two ot them, Michael Parkes and The World of Michael Parkes. He has such a --Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Visit Michael Parkes' Gallery...you'll never regret it:

http://www.michaelparkesgallery.com/

http://www.theworldofmichaelparkes.com/

http://www.stonegriffingallery.com/

Here is the link to Stalking...does it look like me?
http://www.artbrokerage.com/art/parkes/parkes_6576.htm

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Photograph:
Rebecca Tacosa Gray: Photoshopped Photograph
After Michael Parkes' Painting, Stalking

BEYOND PARADISE

2007-09-02T22:40:00.000-07:00

Well, tonight is a lovely night...I just published for myself my first prototype of my new book, Beyond Paradise! It's going to be lovely...I've written much of it by hand, so typing it in was a bit of work, but completely worth it. I'm truly proud. Much of my artwork will grace the book's pages, and the entire format is cemented in place. I've even included three of my Family Fairy Tales in the novel...they comprise the human side of life, the moral grounding in tandem with my Parable sections. It looks like true publishing will be in about another week or so. In the meantime, the photograph of my bound prototype is above. I'm so excited..it's going to be a beautiful book. The painting on the cover is Universal Love (Love Rescinded, Love Reborn). It might change, as I'm painting another that will be God, but we'll see. I'm so happy...this book was born of my love, my suffering, and is one of the lovliest pieces I've ever written. It is my legacy, and I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, am proud that my family will love and cherish my book. Have a wonderful evening...Rebecca

AN AMERICAN PARADISE

2007-09-02T06:39:00.000-07:00

Today will be a wonderful day...I'm publishing a prototype of my book Beyond Paradise, which is so close to being finished...I've been writing non-stop and have many things left to include, but for the most part, I'm happy with my progress. It looks like the end of the week for true self-publication. I've already established copyright from start to finish (most of it in my own handwriting...thank heavens for the U.S. Postal Service!), and the first publication will be lovely for me! Some of it has been a bit painful to write...much of my personal experience has gone into my book, and it has come straight from my heart. I've been through so much in the past ten months, and this book is putting down for me some of the negativity I've put up with. Miss M will be put down forever, that's for sure. So, send me a huge smile, and look forward to an addition to Universe de l'ange in the months to come. I'll sell it online when I'm ready, and it will become part of the body of work that makes up my personal career. Universe de L'Ange, L'Art de l'Ange...Love Letters: A Poetry Dictionary, My artwork (Much of which is going into my book!), and my Fairy Tales (Three made their way into my book, as well.) Beyond Paradise is going to be lovely...a beautiful story, some of it heartwrenching, but it all returns to hope. The end result? I don't believe in sacrifice. And Love always endures.

My smile, and I'm happy...it will be lovely to see my book sold soon!--Rebecca Tacosa Gray

WATERMARK

2007-08-28T09:51:00.000-07:00

It's a beautiful new day in California, and I'm looking for a program to Watermark my Paintings and Photographs. Call me a safety girl, but I've put everything on disk just to protect it. You never know, with the internet. I had problems with my blog being tampered with before, so am just a little wary about it. So, very soon, Watermark City! I send a little Mendocino sun your direction. That area has some of the most beautiful coastline and beaches in the world, and is one of my favorite places to go. Easy enough, only six hours drive. I miss the beach, I need to go again soon. Have a wonderful day, everyone...Rebecca

A CALIFORNIA SUNDAY

2007-08-26T08:52:00.000-07:00

Sunday...the day of the week to relax. In California, it's bright and beautiful, and soon I will be off to church to see a very special man, Father Dean, preach. I've liked Father Dean ever since we met...he is a man full of character: loving, vibrant, I'd like to call him hip. In my mind, he's not your typical Priest. He's more like an old friend you'd welcome into your house any time, anywhere. The last time I saw him he seemed to glow with the fire of his conviction, and I respected it so much. Considering that I am not someone who truly sides with religion itself, this man's Heart continually brings be back to Mass just to know what the weight of his love for humanity will bring the next time around. A lovely man.

Anyway, this California Sunday will see me preparing for the week. My book, Beyond Paradise is going very well. I'm hoping to have the entire draft done within the next two weeks. Then it's formatting and self-publishing. I'm also preparing to paint again...a lovely picture meant to grace the cover of my novel. Along with the rest of my paintings (not all of them, but many of them), my book will not only hold some of my Fairy Tales, some of my Poetry, some of my Art, but, most beautifully, my honest and truly loving heart. From Rebecca Tacosa Gray to everyone in the world, have a wonderful Sunday.

THE MISERY AND RAPE OF LOVE

2007-08-25T22:14:00.001-07:00

The Misery and Rape of Love. This painting was born of my pain...I am stating this for the Record, since I am posting it on the internet, that it is the intellectual property of Rebecca Tacosa Gray, AKA Sterling Parker in the United States, and is protected by Jurat. My signature lies in the lower right corner, and my thumbprint in the left. It may not be reproduced, copied, or borrowed without express permission from myself.

The painting is hurt, to me. I had an experience of great pain, so hurtful that it has stayed with me emotionally...I am posting two photographs tonight...one of the painting itself, and one of the detail of my own self in the center. My painter's signature, SP as a heart, figures largely in this painting. A star sapphire falls as a tear from my eye. The four directions, on my arm, represents my own identity and represent, also, the North Star, which I named Indila long ago. It is also, in real life, a mark that truly represents me..a sun, if you will. Please respect this painting...the pain associated with it is great, and I am still working towards healing myself of this pain. I am sharing it with you, tonight. Please understand what it truly means, and lend me your love. I truly need to heal.

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Painting:
The Misery and Rape of Love: Gouache, Watercolor, Gold Leaf & Mixed Media
Copyright by Jurat, August 25, 2007 5:50 P.M. Rebecca Tacosa Gray

JESUS & THE TIGER LILY

2007-08-24T09:05:00.000-07:00

I had a dream last night...and although I'm not one to interpret my own dreams, I'd have to say that this particular dream saddened me. I woke up this beautiful California morning feeling as if something had been lost, I don't know why. Please understand that I have no idea why I dreamed about Jesus in this manner, in this particular way...he is someone I love deeply, and this dream did upset me. Anyhow, this was my dream.

Jesus had come back to Earth, to start anew, to begin a movement. He had many followers, and they met in a community of sorts, based on a mountainous type area. I remember a larger man, who spoke with Jesus often. They had many things to do, and were getting ready to go out into the world and make things happen. There were also many women who were part of this community, and they all loved Jesus. He seemed to have his own particular tastes, and had relationships with some of them. Five in particular. In my dream, I remember thinking, How many women does he need to love? and not feeling much respect for him. The dream turned at some point and I realized that his movement had become large. Limousines were used to transport them from place to place, and in the last of my dream, Jesus was in a building and they were preparing for an important night of some sort. The five women, Jesus' loves, were all put together in the Limousine...and they didn't seem to care that they knew each other and been known by him, every one. Jesus was on his way out, to a separate Limousine with the larger man, and he stopped, seeing a woman in a long white dress with long hair sitting by a glass window. For some reason, I felt it was me. I looked like the picture I've posted above, my hair long down my back and shiny, beautiful. I had gently placed two Calla Lilies, they fell in a soft curve to my left...and sat to look out the window. I was so sad...so sad. Jesus saw me and walked over, his hand just barely touching the Callas. At that moment, I felt his sadness...his interest, and his sadness, as if I was the woman he had never known. Or maybe would never have...never be with. He did end up leaving, off to his function, the five women in tow behind him in a second limousine.

If Jesus is up there somewhere...I don't like Calla Lilies much, anymore. My hair is still long, and I am still love. You may not know that, but it's true. You left me by that window without saying a word...and I'm still wondering if you'll ever understand who I really am. I'm replacing those Callas with a Tiger Lily. I may be looking through that glass window, but I am still one of the most beautiful people you will ever meet. If that limousine fills your heart, and the five women are your path, I understand...but will you ever understand what it means to stand next to someone without really looking into their eyes. If you had done so, these Hazel eyes would have looked into your own, and you might have felt a touch you've never known. I'm not sitting next to that window anymore, I'll tell you that. And the Callas are dead, now. I have a Tiger Lily in my hair, and am walking out that door with Beauty in my soul.

THE STARS RISE HIGH

2007-08-19T10:38:00.000-07:00

To I.A.N. The stars rose high last night, again. I think I felt a gentle kiss in my hand, this time. So I lifted it lightly, blew it into the air, and sent it off to you. Thank you for your loveliness...

CHILDREN AND DREAMS

2007-08-19T10:27:00.000-07:00

Hello, everyone...today I thought I'd talk about my children. When I was a young girl my entire family used to gather at my Godmother and Godfather's house (BigAggie and Tony...I miss you both.)for coffee, cobbler, and a lot of talk about life in their large backyard. There was nothing I loved better than visiting the Chicken Pen and gathering eggs, seeing my Uncle Tony's perfect rows of vegetables, and eating the Grapes, Blackberries and Raspberries right off the vine. It is a tradition I truly miss, and always will.

Anyway, my daughter Isabel, is growing up to be a beautiful little girl. She's three years old now, and loquacious as loquacious could be. She's a cracker, that's for sure. A personality and a half, not a day goes by where she's not demanding one thing or another. She does take after me in so many ways, though. She is so sensitive sometimes, and her strength is a wonderful reflection of the same self-reliance I always exhibited throughout my life. She is going to be a beautiful woman some day, that's for sure. And I will be as proud as a mother can be, I know it. If she takes after her birthday's namesake, Babe Zaharias, then she will knock most men's socks off...

My son, Zachary, is doing very well...he's learned how to use the computer now. I still keep hoping that someone is going to come up with true answers in regards to "environmental triggers." My son had a severe reaction to it that made him lethargic and unresponsive for over a month. As a matter of fact, a little boy at his preschool reacted to it and was taken to the hospital a while back. My husband told me he was so upset. A couple weeks ago, as I was walking in the orchard, I was thinking about shots. Especially the MMR. There never really has been a true study done that would prove, inviolately, that shots might or might not be an environmental trigger. The UC Davis Mind Institute, where my son was diagnosed, came up with information that a gene difference might exist that affects the immune system. The possibility that environment influences might cause problems, even Autism, is being considered. My true wish? That one state, or maybe even more than one, have shots delayed by two years to let children's immune systems mature naturally--China did it to find out about Infant Death Syndrome. They then should have the shots given, one by one, six months apart, as they used to when my mother was growing up. In my experience, babies don't really travel anywhere of consequence when they're that young anyhow. As for the Drug Companies, I assume they'd be protected, since it's a genetic problem affected by an environmental influence. If it is, indeed, true, who could have known that genetics played a role that has hurt so many children inadverdently? I wish they'd at least try. If the rate of Autism went down in, say, my state, Calfornia, it would be proven, and the shot process would have to be re-evaluated. I'd like to know. It might save lives.

Anyway, someone who is most like the Archangel Raphael should do this. He represents healing. He would be blessed to those families who have to handle this terrible affliction every day. Don't get me wrong. My son is more beautiful than I can express. But I, for one, having seen my son suffer, want to know the truth about this particular issue. Doctors disagree on it all over the world. I'd like to see a study, or a set of true studies, prove it or disprove it...and I have the feeling that it would have to be large in order to do so. Let's hope that providence brings something like this about. Just the knowing would make so many families happier, including mine.

So, this loquacious female will leave you with a randomly picked poem...let me get out my poetry and see what comes up.

GIFTS

I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.

My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.

--Sara Teasdale

On Earth. May everyone's soul stay happy in your proper original temples. Including mine. Today is my daughter's birthday, so remember that yours are lovely, too. You are unique. We all are.

STARLIT BEAUTY

2007-08-17T21:49:00.000-07:00

I took the above photography so long ago. It was such a lovely day and the Almond orchards were blossoming with verdant beauty. I leaned my head against one of the trees and felt so many things...the loveliness of life, the heart of the orchards beating, and myself among them. These beautiful Almonds, and their lovely Geometry so beautifully laid out by human hands, inspired the poem below. I truly hope you enjoy both. I published both on my first blog, Un Grain De Sable, and thought it would be lovely for those reading Un Univers de l'Ange to enjoy it as well. The beauty of this Earth and everything in it always holds me close. Let it take you in its arms and hold you with love, as well.

STARLIT BEAUTY
by Rebecca Tacosa Gray AKA Sterling Parker
Copyright 2006

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

In the day, in the day, she walked her own way,
By the fields, by the fields, in the silence of day
On her way down an avenue of black concrete form
Bordered by fruit trees, sweet structures adorned

With millions of flowers like stars all at play
Glowing, glowing, with a rustle and sway.
Their petals a sparkle, they danced in the wind,
With dewdrops of water and a glittering bend.

Singing, singing, they sang a sweet song,
A sweet melody that made her heart long
To dance like a flower on branches so light
To glow under stars that lit them at night.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

Lightly, oh, lightly! She stepped down the rows,
First of the peaches, whose buds all arose,
Aching to burst with a softly meant sigh,
Begging the touch of their sweet passerby.

Next came the almonds, a mass of white lace,
Clusters of beauty she held to her face
To breathe deeply in their natural life,
The scent of their being—the source of their light.

Breathing, breathing, her breast rose and fell
Under the branches she knew, oh, so well,
Wishing that somehow her heart understood,
The beating, the beating, that lived in the wood.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

Further, further down the path of the wood
She walked all afire as a held lover should,
Perusing the miles that stretched right and left,
Acres of skeletons beautifully dressed.

Standing at attention, their arms to the sky,
Like dreamers in dances calling angels on high
To join them in singing their sweet melodies
To the earth, to the clouds, to the rushing black seas,

To join them, to join them, to tremble and laugh,
At patterns of living, universal epitaphs
That ran through their veins in life newly grown,
Exchanging their stories in language unknown.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

Wandering, oh, wandering, she stopped here and there,
To linger and fondle, to gaze and to stare
At the beauty around her which glowed in sweet grace
As sun broke through clouds and lit every face.

No shadows, no darkness, just light lightly prancing,
Amongst acres of fields, amongst singing and dancing,
Oh, how she smiled, not nearly alone!
She longed for their vision of life truly shown!

Dreaming, dreaming she stopped ‘neath a tree,
Invisible fingers caressed endlessly
The soul of its watcher, they gazed at each other,
The light in their eyes not unlike that of lovers.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

The blossoms, the blossoms, they called her so true!
The life, oh, the life, the force which she knew
Coursed through their veins in meandering fashion,
Changing her soul—it filled her with passion.

Passion so deep, it further magnified
As she leaned in its arms, and closed her bright eyes,
Her face just upturned, her chin to the skies,
Love, in true form, was for her love multiplied.

Living, oh, living, she lived in its soul.
Loving, oh, loving, its life force she stole—
Caressing with hands all she saw and she knew
Returning to life all that which she drew.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

And resting, in resting, she saw her sweet face,
Reflecting in light, geometry and grace,
Loving her life and loving her place
Amongst all living things that live in the race

Of surviving without living, and living without end
Of leaving their souls, being tossed in the wind
Like petals forgotten and lost in their home,
Weeping and fading in life’s structured dome.

Would that they saw with an eye, oh, so clear,
To see the bright light and the passion so near,
The lovers who speak to them all through the day,
Calling to life mankind’s flesh-ridden clay.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

In fields radiating out like her thoughts in a row,
Her soulful geometry their brightness did know.
Their love truly given, their love truly worn,
Their lightness— their beauty— their structure and form.
Not unlike her own, she felt them inside,
And felt herself grow, her love multiplied
Into flowers of thought adorning her frame,
A dress brightly glowing, her life all aflame.

She floated through fields, a starlit beauty,
Her face all aglow with love’s silent geometry.

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This poem expresses the heart of me…
For my beloved Almond Orchards,
Who held me in beauty that day.
-Rebecca Tacosa Gray / Sterling Parker

Photograph:
ALMOND ORCHARDS
Copyright 2006, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE UNANSWERED QUESTION

2007-08-16T15:18:00.000-07:00

Today has been a hard day...I've been revisiting past memories...some of them so terribly painful. I was sitting in my back yard at a table I'm still intending to refinish, and looked at my patio table, a table with four chairs meant to always be reserved for the Angelic Four, should they ever visit. (I had always thought that if Angels felt like resting, they might just visit my small garden.) Unfortunately, the chair reserved for God is broken...I threw it away and will have to wait and find another to fulfill the loveliness of a small spot for God to take a break. That table brought back memories for me. I used to make moon water with my crystal pyramid on the night of the full moon every month. I really need to start doing it again...it was so lovely to see it gleaming in the moonlight from my large glass bedroom doors. An American Moon, an American finding moon water beautiful.

Tonight I thought I'd share something I'd written years and years ago, when I was going to the University of California, Davis. It's a piece I wrote around experiences with past relationships I've been in long, long ago. It's called The Unanswered Question. Don't steal it now...that just wouldn't be nice. Just kidding. But still. Don't steal it. :) Psst. It's U.S. Postal Service Copyrighted, anyhow. Anyway, The Unanswered Question...it reminded me of my one wish in life. To be loved.

THE UNANSWERED QUESTION

By Rebecca Tacosa Gray
U.S. Copyright August 15, 2007

I. DARRYL

The first time she loved, she loved completely. Innocently, and well. He was as young as she, and though it took her a long time, one day it was there, a surprise on her lips. The antiqued together, talked together, learned together...he discovering that passion that astounded her and eluded him. He never quite understood why she loved the moon, the ocean in its subtle rhythms, or the flower blossoming in the slow, sparkling sunlight. For what was sunlight but something to be studied? What was love but want named desire? There was no alchemy to love. It did not float on distant moonbeams in one's mind. It held no mystery. It was words passed from one set of lips to the next, a soft sentiment to deceive loneliness, the loneliness of never really being known by another. And so, he did not know if he truly loved her. His were material measures. Did she have a future? How much money would she make in a year? Would she be a good mother to two, maybe three children? It didn't matter that she would love him always, beyond the world and its measures. And so, his answer to her questions--always of love and faithfulness, of truth and care--were "I don't know." And she did not know, truly, why he didn't love. Maybe it wasn't a question of why he didn't love her...but why he did not love at all. It made her cry. And so, she walked away...and continued walking away, until misty life enveloped her being and enclosed her soul. No more phone calls where every sentence led to an unasked "Why?" There would never be an answer anyway. But she did not need an answer to live her life.

II. JOHN

The second time she loved she loved in vain. He was a proud, sensitive man, beloved by most and liked by all. He loved. And he loved. Poetry was an unspoken breath on his lips and dreams wove through his life a thin tapestry of truth. For what was truth? Not a concept to be held in one's hands...but the stuff that thoughts were made of. Thoughts breeding action always turned into concepts. And she believed in his actions made real, in that filmy breath he lent to her soul. She felt it made her complete. There was poetry, there were letters, there were gifts, there was passion. Her eyes closed in ecstasy to that union which bred fire...which bred love...which bred pain. He was married. Bound by a circle to her left wrist. Hers a hand, his a finger. And through that circle a finger laced itself. For truly, there were three circles. Two female, one male. One loved twice, two loved once. It was understood that there was only one sun and moon. Earth a binding lover around which only two could rotate. And so one spun off, crashing wildly into oblivion, knowing not to which system she fled. It was said she streaked like a comet to the Earth, held by gravity, bound in love. And bound, she confined herself. For what was love, the great destroyer? Illuminator of truth in life. What was love but a Question, unanswered by him. And sitting by a fire, looking at him, she yearned. He was a planet out of reach. She revolved around him, his truth her torture, his love her cage. An eclipse that shielded the sun that could have been, leaving her, still, in search of an answer...shedding fountains of tears that became oceans for every thought. And so, she lay forth an ocean between them both, a question. He answered her question. He wanted his wife's love. "Yes, love, return to that to which you are bound. He called her his love, yet returned to his love. Action made concrete, truth made real.

III. REBECCA

I am the writer. I am the interpreter. I have loved...and yet, love still. Why? Why do I still love, after so much pain? After so much torture? Why do I seek that love that would destroy the pain that searches me out like an insidious eel? Why? Why love at all? The eternal question...why love at all. Why do we live...why do we think...why do we cry, fall weeping to the ground, breaking a small wooden chair into pieces in the glaring sunlight...why. Why do we love?

Where is that indefinable answer that gives us light to live? Where is the reason to love? Love, the truth, the great destroyer, the great creator, does not live to answer questions. As for me, one answer remains consistent, without fail. "I do not know."

As for me, I say this. A part of me dies revolving around that same Earth which floats in love. Love, my center, my being, is eclipsed right now. And I weep. I weep so deeply, with every breath, with every thought, I am a being of love weeping. I weep for the man who wants to be loved by one he cannot reach, that female adorned in money and power. To whom he must gravitate and discover anew. I weep for that soul a thousand or more miles away, who cannot seem to find love. Who searches, searches and searches for answers to questions that have been answered by questions, only to be answer by questions again and again and again. For these, my soul weeps...this human soul weeps.

I also weep for that girl I do not seem to know or understand anymore. I do not know if I do want to understand her world, buried in an ocean of sadness, watching her every move. She was the one who stole to the office under cover of black stars, to retrieve those gifts that had been given. For she was the one who blessed the one that left her. He was beautiful. And in that, he was love.

For what is love but painful longing for life? For that which made her live? Those were unanswered questions that now left her numb, wallowing in the sea of pain that seemed to swell ten feet over her head. For that life which sparkled she held to so fiercely, desperately in the smallest chamber of her heart, refusing to be raped of all that she had been...without love, life held no meaning. She must love, regardless of the pain.

And from my silent wooden stool, I look up and around, at my paintings, my poetry, my life, and see through those eyes that do not want love to leave. I want love to live. I cling desperately to love, singing my own silent song with that gentle breath that moves without and within us all. I must love. I must love. Regardless of the pain...and I ask...what is love. Where is love. How is love. Why is love. When will love find me...when will love find me. Why do I love.

I do not know.

I do not know whether love itself loves. Love, the boundless force that folds us into the fabric of the Universe may not even know itself...maybe love will always be the unanswered question..and there is always just Life. And unanswered questions.

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I wrote this so long ago...I hope you enjoyed it. It's very old...I did change the last paragraph a little...just a reminder, that past and present are still very much the largest part of me. And I do know. I will always love. No matter what.

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Painting:
Into the LabyrinthFemale Mask: Plaster/Fabric & Mixed Media
Copyright 2005, Copyright by Jurat 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

INTO THE LABYRINTH

2007-08-16T05:56:00.000-07:00

I just thought I'd share my beautiful, hand made masks with all of you. They're truly lovely, and were made for a Christmas Party years ago at my Aunt's. I put together a Performance Art Piece that hinged around William Blake's Songs of Innocence (To See A World in a Grain of Sand) and the Opera Babes' Lakme H2O. It included many other pieces of Art, including my paintings Ah, Camille! and Universal Love (Love Rescinded, Love Reborn). I also included a very beautiful painting by a friend of mine, Mario Tejada, which I call La Mere Divine. Such a lovely story. I fell completely in love with it at first sight. He thought it was unfinished and I looked at it and told him, "It's done. I'm not going to let you continue. I'm buying it from you." I bought it for $ 175.00. This painting is utterly lovely, and is irrevocably close to my heart. I'll post it at the end of this blog for you to peruse.

Anyhow, the Masks are entitled Into the Labyrinth. They were inspired by my visit to Chartres Cathedral years ago (my one and only trip to France)and the Mystic Spiral. They are lovely, and I hope you like them.

Have a lovely day, and enjoy the painting below. Please tell me you love it...Mario is a lovely friend of mine, and if you knew him, you'd love him on the spot!

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Painting:
Into the Labyrinth: Plaster/Fabric & Mixed Media
Copyright 2005, Copyright 2007 by Jurat, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A WORD

2007-08-14T23:56:00.000-07:00

A word to the one who took the time to have a lovely conversation with me tonight...you know who you are...I.A.N. Thank you, for showing me how much you care about me by sharing your time with me. I cherish you truly, know that.

THE MISERY AND RAPE OF LOVE

2007-08-12T11:59:00.000-07:00

Tonight I thought I'd talk a little about the personal side of my life. I have lost love more times than I can imagine. It has hurt me deeply...so deeply. There are days when I feel I stop myself from crying. A way to put away what I truly feel...the deepest dissapointment in the loss of my greatest wish in life. To be truly loved, and loved deeply for the entirety of my life. At one point in my life, I met my Guardian Angel in a dream of mine...and in one kiss, one embrace, I felt true love. I even believed that somehow, in some beautiful way, I belonged to him. I wrote a blog about that moment...I have the original dream that blog was based on put away. It's precious to me. He was lost to me, however, quite a while back...somehow swallowed by the black cloud hanging around up above. Two eels winding stealthily in to steal my love and make my life miserable. I call that cloud Miss M. Miss Misery up there, somewhere.

Recently I met someone at a Poetry Conference I attended in order to push my newly self-published book Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary. This man was lovely, and a lot like myself, I thought. We both love Science, he was well versed in Philosophy, loved God, and was so attentive when we were actually together. We had a connection I couldn't deny, to begin with...and I thought, maybe, just maybe, this was the man I had been waiting for. Nothing's perfect though. We live so far away, he in Australia, me, the United States. But I haven't heard from him, and have a feeling that we are too far away to truly maintain a true relationship. So many complications... the black cloud still hanging and hurting everything I seem to find beautiful.

It's my dream, you know, to find a Superman who is Honor and Love Itself to hold me close and be exactly to me what I could be to him. When I love, I love deeply. I give all that I can in beauty and trust, and expect the same in return. It's hard for me to be dissapointed. I have been cheated on, raped-both physically and spiritually, and hurt beyond belief in my life. Everything I hold dear I hold onto, I hold on to it, knowing that it is my love expressed...to myself, to the world, and to others. As for love in my life, I am still looking. Looking for that one man that will understand exactly who I am, and who will love and cherish me with every breath. Someone who will support and defend me, and whom I will support and defend in return. I know one thing, the day I meet him, that cloud will die under the weight of beautiful tears at having found, at last, what I have always been looking for. True Love.

In the meantime, my blog renewed. I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, will share with you my thoughts on this beautiful journal...part of the Four Blogs supported by my central blog Un Univers de l'Ange. Each blog, including this one, is dedicated to a special Archangel. This particular blog is dedicated solely to God Itself and Love Itself. Love Itself is not an Immortal Being, it never could be. No God or Angel could ever be big enough or beautiful enough to hold the love that natural shares itself with us all. Love Itself is that tie that binds, a tie that binds us together in the beauty of life and Universal magic. It is the Universal fabric of the Universe, and we are part of it. As for God itself...God itself is love realized...love touching love. May God itself know how much I truly love him.

So, Sweet Friends, I leave you with love and a lovely, gentle kiss. A Kiss of Heaven, to the best of my ability. I hope your day is filled with Love and Kindness...Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

2007-08-11T09:18:00.000-07:00

Today, California is lovely. The light is shining beautifully and the shadows glow on the walls of my home through the trees. Today, a poem. By Michael Blumenthal. To celebrate the start of this blog, which holds together all of my separate, but distinct, talents: Painting, Writing, and Philosophical Spirituality. Links below and on the side.

Just the Tip of the Iceberg, from me.

Say language really does what it says it does:

That the bird in your hand
is really a bird, that it takes two
to tango, that whoever digs
his own grave will have to sleep in it.
Say you have a fool for a friend,
feckless and dissipated and greedy
beneath the stars, and that it takes one
to know one. Say that might
makes right, that the best offence
is a good defense, that fools rush in
where trepid angels stammer
in front of doormats. Say
that life's unfair, that that's
the way it is, that someone tells you
"Have a nice day" and really means it.
What would it be like: the word,
reticent and calm, urged out
once more toward its true meaning?
What would it mean if "till death
do us part" really meant till all breath
leaves me, love; if "forever" meant
until the tides cease? What would it signify
if "love" could only mean love once more,
not just the tip of the iceberg, sinking,
and in all sincerity.

-Michael Blumenthal

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L'ART D'UN L'ANGE

L'EPEE D'UN ANGE

LE PHILOSOPHIA D'UN ANGE

UN LETTRES D'UN ANGE

THE GARDEN PARTY THIEF

2007-08-11T05:54:00.000-07:00

I had the strangest dream last night...I was attending a competition for writing and artwork, almost like a convention. I met many, many friends, all people I have truly known in real life. During the convention, I saw a sign, a negative sign that appeared then quickly turned into a postitive sign. A positive painting, if you will. It was amazing that it changed so quickly from the negative to the positive and stayed permanently positive. I remember feeling truly happy to recognize that the positive painting remained in and was definitive of my own life. During a lull in the conference, I went back towards my room and met an older woman. She had short hair, and claimed to be an art collector. She wanted to show me her collection, so I went to her home. All around her home were art pieces and antiques...some paintings on the wall, some actual antiques, like teapots, sculptures. All things you might find randomly in an antique store. People were putting tags on them as if they were going to be sold. I thanked her and said I wanted to go back to my convention, but I was given the impression I wouldn't be taken back. Instead, she got me into the car telling me she'd take me back, and instead drove to a garden party. We got out and there were many, many people there. At the party she introduced me to someone who looked and felt Aryan. He greeted me with a huge smile and a kiss on the cheek. This garden party didn't feel right to me. It felt negative for some reason. I saw through the open door of the car my purse on the left side leaning against her things, and knew I would grab it and walk back to the convention in the city. I could see the city, not far, from my position in the country. I think I did do it. However, I woke up soon after.

I'll tell you what...my feet must have been sore after that long hike. Never trust an older woman who enjoys garden parties and wants to show you her artwork. She might just highjack you and introduce you to an Aryan looking fellow.

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Painting:
Still Life, Present Beauty: Charcoal on Arches Watercolor Paper
Copyright 2005, Copyright 2007 by Jurat, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE RAINBOW HEALING

2007-08-10T05:59:00.000-07:00

This painting is based on an experience I had some months ago...I was very, very ill...I went outside to lay on a chaise lounge chair. The night was truly very lovely...the moon hanging lightly in the sky to the right...and I reached up to it. I reached up to touch the moonlight, which seemed to fall in such lovely beams...it felt like they caressed me, their light pooling softly in my hand. I was weeping...and looked up at the moon, feeling the Earth and the sky and the Moon in my whole being. It filled me with such love, and out of that love emerged a rainbow, waving and curling around the earth itself, healing all. It was such a lovely experience, considering my deep and terrible illness. And how lovely, to have thought of a soft and lovely rainbow to glow lightly and lovingly around our Earth, which is in such terrible need of healing itself. I suppose the Archangel Raphael must have been smiling down on us--a Rainbow appears in his lighthouse, they say. I love rainbows myself, especially when they appear after light refracts from a crystal.

This painting documents my experience that night. The necklace, normally blue, is a Lapis Lazuli necklace I wore to protect myself. It, and the Earth, are black due to my deep illness at that time. A rainbow of seven (ROYGBIV) climbs up towards the moon in the right hand corner. A symbol of Love and Peace in Arabic Calligraphy emerges from within me...to show that all religions...all religions...create beauty. I love Arabic Calligraphy. Even though I cannot read it, the beauty and art of their calligraphic work is undoubtably some of the loveliest in the world. Have a beautiful night everyone...and smile at the moon for me. She is so lovely in her soft night garb, and, I believe, ready to heal any one of us at a moment's notice.

--Rebecca Tacosa Gray

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Painting:
The Rainbow Healing: Acrylic and Mixed Media on Canvas
Copyright 2007 by Jurat, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A SONG

2007-08-03T06:01:00.000-07:00

Over the last two days I created a painting for someone beloved to me. We met at a convention over a conversation about the Mandelbrot Set, among other things...and the Mandelbrot set makes its appearance in this painting, if youcare to find it within the patterns. Anyhow, the idea for this painting came to me on the last night spent in my room in Las Vegas recently. I had thought to go to the Bellagio, but, instead, stayed in my hotel room alone with a Margarita and my sketchbook. I'm glad I did. This painting has turned out so lovely, I wanted to share it with all of you. If you have ever been loved, cherished, and held close, you will understand this painting. It is me, being held by him. A Song, for Ivor.

I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are--
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;

It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark splendor of the sea.

-Sara Teasdale

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Symbol:
A Song of Ivor: Conte, Charcoal and Mixed Media on Canvas
Copyright 2007 Rebecca Tacosa Gray