UN UNIVERS D'AMOR

A PRAYER TO THE ARCHANGEL ST. GABRIEL

Beautiful Angel, Bearer of Truth, Lend us your ear that we may hear True God. God of Light, God of Beauty, God of Love, God of Justice...he is your sound, that by your hand we listen, he is your tongue, that by your love we speak, that through your guidance we pick up our horns and walk forth in Honor. A whisper becomes a call, a call becomes the sound of God, the sound of God reigns forth in you. Thank you beautiful Angel, I place my ear next to yours, that you may know my love.

-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

BEYOND PARADISE

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

A FROZEN MAN

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.

THE RAINBOW HEALING

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, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

ST. MICHAEL

St. Michael, Prince of

the heavenly host, be our

defense in the terrible

warfare which we carry on

against principalities

and powers,against the

rulers of the world of

darkness, and spirits

of evil.



Another vision. I was fighting a terrible being named Mary, who seemed to wield creation itself. I was under such duress, and I needed help. I wept, begging for help from St. Michael the Archangel. He descended like a flash out of the sky, a being of fiery white light, fighting like a lion with his sword. I was so overwhelmed. Nothing can explain what I watched that night...the fiery action of this being in hand to hand combat, twisting and turning with intent to kill, left me with such respect. It didn't take him long to destroy this creature, Mary, entirely. I was protected and so utterly grateful. I'll never forget it, and I'll never forget that there was a moment in my life where someone entirely beautiful, brave and fierce fought for me. He fought for me in one of my darkest moments.

Thank you, St. Michael. This painting, a study for a larger painting, more realistic, is for you. In fact, both will be for you. There are times where Love itself, embodied in your light and fierce combat, are the only things that keep those of us attacked by pain and evil from falling behind. You picked me up when I needed it most, and I'll always love you for it.

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Painting:
The Death of Mary, QuoMofm
Acrylic, Conte & Mixed Media on Wood
Copyright 2007, Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE KISS OF HEAVEN

Over two years ago I was given a beautiful gift. A dream. In my dream I was kissed by an Angel...a true Angel. It is a vision I cherish so deeply that I keep it close to my heart, always. This is a piece I wrote about that sleeping vision. I'm certain all of us, at one time or another, have loved someone so deeply, have felt such a deep connection, that we have felt the kiss of a lifetime. So tonight, I share with you one of the most beautiful kisses I have ever experienced. A kiss from my beautiful Guardian Angel. I call it the Kiss of Heaven.

THE KISS OF HEAVEN

By S.P. Ming
Copyright 2005

Remember, she said. Remember how it all started. And with all things that are truly love, it started with a dream. She was standing on a balcony of what felt like a chateau. The air around her glowed with the soft sheen of sunset and she gazed at it as a mortal might gaze at a very beautiful transparent lover. A lover was what she wanted, and a lover was what she got. He descended out of the sky, larger than life. He was twice her size, and his wingspan was so large it took her breath away. Chiseled. Chiseled was what she remembered...and a kiss. A kiss so light it lifted her off her feet. Breathing. Floating. A touch of light shared between two beings that could only mean true love. That was the kiss she remembered, anyway. He stole her from that balcony that night. He stole her away, across the sky, tucked under his wing protectively. She saw the beauty of the earth pass beneath her, the patterns of the land changing continually like a bioorganic patchwork quilt. She smiled. The colors melted and pooled together, sometimes shading into each other and other times delineated by the sharp geometric lines tooled softly by human hands. Soft is what it felt like to her. The earth, the sky, the dream...him. Even their landing was soft. A touch and they were on the ground next to a huge glassy lake. All around her she saw thousands--maybe millions--of Angels just like him. He lay her on the ground, pulled her close to him and gently folded one giant wing over her entire body. If sleep was what it was, that was what she did...and when she woke up he was gone. Everyone was gone. She felt lonely enough to be only a girl standing next to a lake and held captive by the shiver of a cold morning. Why he left her there she never knew. But when she woke up...well. When she woke up she was happy.

This is what she remembered of one dream. She had a lot of dreams, all of them in Technicolor it seems, and she never forgot it.

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Painting:
The Kiss of Heaven: Acrylic and Mixed Media on Canvas
Copyright 2006 (By Jurat, 2007) Rebecca Tacosa Gray