Sunday, May 27, 2007

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Monday, April 30, 2007

Happy Ending...?


Trials temper - as fire and furnace does to steel and clay. Sometimes blogs are best with fewer words to convey - what is in the heart.

Scenes Confessing: In honest, transparently - I wanted them to come clean and do the right thing and reconcile. And if they refused I would become free to tell the world just how vile they have been to me and thus my family. Either way would be a Happy Ending.

A spontaneous prayer for my persecutors:

One of my accusers is pregnant, bless her with a safe delivery and healthy child.

Another of my accusers seems to be an angry, over-reacting man - bless him with freedom from being a slave to sinning in his anger.

Another of my accusers has done much in your name, bless her with your Love flowing through her being and the greatest gift of hearing - on judgment day, "Well done my good and faithful servant." Amen, amen, amen...

And bless those who could have helped avoid this South Dakota Saga but didn't. Bless them with the courage to do what is right in the future and make good on past mistakes, no matter what the consequences now. Help them see the weight of the consequences later.

A two day jury trial is set for a week away, regardless of the outcome - I choose a Happy Ending knowing that I can go on with my honesty and integrity intact and that of my accusers and accomplices are forever marred until they face the music.


Dragons roar tries to drown out Lady Wisdom's song. "Fear not for Father fights for you. Take courage no matter what they say or do. Choose Love..."

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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Punishment Fits The Crime: #3..II


Warned that to bring this out in the open “will cause a breach” in the “movement”. Oh contraire, to cover up the stubborn breach that is already there is to enable the debilitating dysfunction. Warning: to not air out and cleanse the stench and slime from the bowels of a backed up "movement" is to ignore the cancer of pride, hoping it will just go away, and in the end where will that lead to? What happened to “respect – for – life” outside the womb?

My mother took pills my Dad was told would "take care of it." That 'it' was and is me. In my journey of discovery I have sacrificed much to help bring truth, life, love, hope and healing to others. And this organization who had me charged and jailed knew this truth…this ongoing court case has been quite disturbing, the whole thing traumatizing to me and my family.

Scenes Passing: Stateside Serenade

A prominent member of a pro-life organization in the U.S. returned my phone call, welcomed me to come down, agreed to help me with interviews and more. This encouragement seemed to confirm my sense of calling to go and film for my documentary. But not only to film, I offered to help wherever I could. I filled out an online form and my background and identity was questioned and confirmed in a lengthy second call on speaker phone by two volunteers from the organization, one even identified himself as being a lawyer.
Here I gave my references for the second time and was told by this lawyer and 'star' volunteer that as a volunteer I'd be staying with him. Enthusiastically I spoke of the song I had to share which I'd written with a heightened sense of God's call on my life after my previous encouraging conversation. It was with love and respect for God and all people, regardless of their point of view or past experience that I journeyed to the U.S. of A.

My journey through the abortion debate has been one of sacrifice for both my wife, children and I. We've sold our home, and lived by faith with no regular income, getting an education, and expressing and educating in creative, artistic ways helping bring truth, informed choice, love, light, hope and healing - all the while consciously trying to keep a low public, media profile for fear of rejection and persecution as you'll see echoed in the song lyrics below. I also wanted to meet with and get to know "pro-choice" people without them prejudging me for my background or point of view. Most people I met where very kind to me. I wanted honest interviews from them. I didn't lie about who I was - I didn't offer information that wasn't asked for. I made it very clear to all that I was "interviewing people on both sides of the abortion debate and presenting them as they present themselves." - truthfully, yet respectfully.

After 14 years since my journey began I was now willing to "lay down my life" before the whole world, even with the media looking on. I would not push myself but if given the opportunity I would be prepared to share my heart, my story, and my song in love and a much needed spirit of repentance towards women. In the least I hoped to be an encouragement to the volunteers. This song was written as a gift to share but my presence and the gift I had was aborted by the very organization I had came to bless. I was able to share the lyrics with a founding member of the organization in question before the incident. This kind woman was moved by the lyrics, and offered to pay me back the $100 bail after I'd gotten out of jail. I'd like to record and share this song with you in the next post in the series and am hoping for a somewhat happy ending to this saga.

Please Forgive Me On Behalf Of All Men

Oh here we go – I’m going to answer the call
‘Cause a woman deserves the deepest respect of all
I’m going to love women – make the highest choice
Lay down my life and be love’s voice

Please Forgive Me On Behalf Of All Men
Who’ve been disrespectful, irresponsible, cowards
Please Forgive Me On Behalf Of All Men
We’ve been disrespectful, irresponsible, cowards

Oh here we go – I’m going to answer the call
‘Cause a person’s a person no matter how small
I’m going to love women – make the highest choice
Lay down my life and be love’s voice


Love God, love the truth – the opposite is true
History, future proves what I say to you
I was afraid to speak the truth – bound by self-preservation
Living only half a life – afraid of persecution


Please Forgive Me...

© J.S.C.H


Punishment Fits The Crime in every case, in every place, and dark hearted, light skinned man has never ruled over his darker skinned brother in the name of God in the name of love - a truer meaning of using the Lord's name in vain. Many dehumanizing desecraters of human decency and respect go free - for now. Many innocent human beings pay the price for another man's pride, hate, and greed. Yet many turn from their wrongs and give and receive - receive and give - forgiveness through Christ and all go free as it should be…

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"Happy Ending...?" OR

Punishment Fits The Crime: #3 in the Series PART III

"The (State To Be Mentioned) Saga Continues"

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Punishment Fits The Crime: #3 PART I

The Promised Path: #2...

Authentic Aborted Artist: #1...

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Sunday, April 8, 2007

Punishment Fits The Crime: #3...



Not an infiltrating agent, nor part of the biblically debasing borg. We are all active players or puppets on whatever stage we may find ourselves in life. Life is a gift and though as a child I may have found more pleasure in playing with the box, no longer a child, the box has been discarded and I now hold the gift in my grateful hands, nurturing. Life is to be truly lived; to shrink back in fear or to have lived a lie would be death.

Scenes Passing: Stateside Saga

"Just pay the fine and go home” - ”Some people say they are one thing and then turn out to be another” – “I had to apologize to my congregation for having invited you in and let you stay with people” - ”You reap what you sow" so said the pastor who had previously been an encouragement to me and welcomed me to come stateside.
Previous to what has become a sad Stateside Saga I had thought of this man as ‘finally a pastor who’d gotten the spiritual significance of abortion and was educating and doing something about it’ but after hearing my accusers side of the story, people he’d been working closely with, my name became mud. True this pastor has gone to the people responsible to see if they’d help get the charges dropped, I’m thankful to him and the many who have tried that.

What I’ve asked for is an apology for the unkind words, and misjudgment. I’m still waiting. We can have all the knowledge in the world but if we have not love…if we have not the humility to say, “Sorry I was wrong” – then sadly we have a puffed up prideful nothing. And what’s been communicated to me is that in some eyes I’m nobody worth apologizing to. Perhaps the jury is still out with this man on his judgment of me as false accusations mar reality.

What did John the Baptist do to reap his beheading? What did Jesus sow to reap his crucifixion? What did I...Exactly...(Now I'm not equating myself being even close to these two but...) As John and Jesus where, so am I innocent of the charges and not deserving any punishment here. Now this saga hardly warrants scapegoating or any time and attention by the courts, you or me but for the questions to be asked and for the deeper lessons to be learned – Aborted Artist The Movie, and the book wait for it!

We interrupt this poetic license to drive for this journalistic, in depth heart...

'Breaking News Update'

My jury trial set for three days before my birthday was bumped by a murder trial, without looking closely at the case a judge denied the 'conditional dismissal' request and a two day jury trial has been set for May. Thank you to all the people across the U.S. and Canada, including members of the organization in question’s board of directors who have gone to those with the power to right this wrong and asked them to do so – sadly to no avail. Thank you for those who have written letters of reference, and support; more letters are most welcome.

Even after having exhausted Mathew 15:18…reconciliation attempts I still have hope that good can come out of this saga and I pray God's blessing and His true will in the lives of those who must choose between love and legalism, self-justification and true justice. Besides an apology and having repairs to my camera paid for in the least, what I'm most interested in is relational reconciliation. I have done my part and await them to do the right thing but time is fast running out.

All that others political maneuvering behind the scenes has come up with has added insult to injury. I have been asked not to divulge the details on this but here and now say this: If those who brought these skewed charges against me, now those with the power to "make this go away" do not do so by stating in writing to the courts, by this the week of Tuesday April the 10, 2007, that they will not testify against me - the truth will be “shouted from the roof tops!”

Me, and my family have been the ones truly victimized here but we will not play the part of victim – this is not a case of laying your life down for your brothers. We have been shown no love, no care, nothing...

To date I have been left with little choice but to take the advice of a Canadian lawyer and tell my accusers that I am willing to take them to court and bring the media into this. I could have done this a long time ago and they know it. At the time of being abused and thrown into jail I was feeling extremely hurt and angry. I had remained calm yet painfully perplexed as I was cuffed, processed and placed in the holding cell with thirty other prisoners, including federal inmates awaiting “Con Air” transport. I have never wanted to take these people and their organization to court. I thought I was dealing with fellow believers in and lovers of Jesus Christ. These people who claim to champion the rights of women and believe that the unborn fetus should be regarded as a person worthy of dignity and respect, failed to treat me as a person.

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Punishment Fits The Crime: #3 in Series PART 2

I am an abortion survivor who has sacrificed much to help bring truth, life, love, hope and healing to others. And this organization knew this truth…

Monday, April 2, 2007

She Didn’t Get Enough Hugs From Daddy*

Listen to Jim Anderson's 'Dream For Our Women' download via:DivShare File - Jim Anderson's Dream.aif (under 2 min.)

This post is dedicated to 'Miscellaneous Woman's Name' wants to be your friend " with scantily clad, suggestive profile photo and promise of more photos and "friendship".

This post is also dedicated to you, and with thanks to Jim Anderson and his family for his ministry to our sisters, mothers and daughters.

While in the U.S. late last year working on the Aborted Artist documentary I had the pleasure of meeting and interviewing Jim Anderson of Lifeline Ministries International. And what stood out in my mind the most from listening to the CD's he gave me was the story of when one of his daughters asked him why a woman she saw was showing a lot of skin where clothing would normally have been - he gently responded, "Oh honey, she didn't get enough hugs from Daddy."

Who didn't get enough hugs from Daddy? 'Healthy hugs' I must add - sadly. And then there are many daughters who were abandoned or lost their Daddy's to tragic circumstances, like accidents, wars and natural disasters.

The disaster of brokenhearted daughters is all but natural - it is a symptom of our choices made in this world. Something to think about - especially if you're male - is how we view and treat girls and women will have lasting positive or negative repercussions on them, on us and on others they and we related to. Life is about relationships, the healthier we are, the healthier our relationships are, the healthier our choices, the healthier and happier our lives are and our
world would be.

I hope this has somehow been helpful and healthful for you and those you love!
If it has, please pass it on.

With Respect...

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* Alternate Title: (Get Out of 'myspace')

Friday, March 16, 2007

Jackie 39?

"Coming of age and character: 39 years outside the watery warmth of my dear mother's womb. Soon forty years from the spark of my creation, in Love I come singing, dancing, and creating as one who is being set more and more free, authentically."-From the Authentic Aborted Artist post on March 1st.


Today I'm going to live as if this were the Last Day
I would ever walk God's green earth
The last day to create and give ideas birth
The last day I would ever kiss and tell my love

If it wasn't for you I wouldn't know the meaning of -
Today I'm going to live as if this were the last day
I would ever walk down by the sea
The last day for you and me

The last day to be
ici - mon ami

By JSCH March 16, 2007

My birthday wish is to go from starving "easier to make it up than make it real"* artist on a mission, to signed, sealed and commissioned...

"Jackie" has been my nickname since before birth, as it was for my Dad and his. The 39 shirt was a gift given me as a child by 'Gypsy Van' my troubadour uncle. The shirt was too small for me to wear then but perhaps I'm small enough to wear it now. This is my year to conquer fear...

Contents of all posts are © J.S.C.H.
*Quote believed to be from Eddie Brickell

Monday, March 12, 2007

So Many Songs Left Unsung

For those of you have been tuning in or have just tuned in this is an aside to the first series of posts in the Aborted Artist Oracle, a blog with an artistic and journalistic bent. Wordsmithing, creating, investigating, singing and communicating are passions of mine. And so are people like you!

After two poetic posts planted I’m a believer in online publishing of thoughts, words, songs, sites, and sounds. It’s both cathartic and gratifying, especially for someone like me who has kept so much creativity inside for so long for reasons to be explored deeper at another time and perhaps another place.

Aborted Artist Oracle Blog dedication:

This blog and my song is dedicated to my grandmother Anne Hetherington who tragically left this world too early and with “So many songs left unsung.” She left more than memories behind, she left the seeds of encouragement in me. When others were telling me to “shut up!” - she would slip me a $50 dollar bill now and then for voice lessons and say, “don’t tell Papa…”
Here I was given the keys to singing on the breath and in key, giving wing to my greatest connection with the divine - through words and song! I am so grateful.

Further dedication and thanks go to a friend who amidst his own difficulties took the time to inspire and encourage me to dive into this cyber world of creativity and communication and make connections at a time when my wings had been trampled on leaving discouraging dents, of doubt and clouding my eyes with the dusts of distraction and fear. Another good friend recently reminded me in his blog that perfect love casts out all fear. Oh how I ask for a greater ability to focus on Love at all times. Creativity helps me connect with the divine, where my spirit can claw up out of the muck and mire and soar. Yes soar - far above all foul air - on the the pure wind of the Spirit.

Friend since you wrote, "I would be grateful if you prayed for me anytime/anywhere (I feel like I need it more than ever now)." I will boldly begin here with my first prayer by blog:
Healing to you my friend, through and through! You're genuine, and extremely talented. You're a good husband, father and provider for your family. May nothing separate you. May every 'song' that you and your family were born to sing be sung beautifully! Every dance be danced with passion in pure abandon. May harmony be restored within your body, heart and home and may the "vision" and "clarity of purpose" that is yours and no one else's be yours, in perfect timing in Perfect Love. And 'Luck has nothing to do with it.' You will be shown what to do, do not fret or fear, (easy to say harder to do). Be still and be listening in your spirit.

Allow me to transparent here. The pressures and the pains I've been going through over being falsely accused, having a public defender that doesn't seem to believe me and now being told that my U.S. court case is heading for a two day jury trial hasn't made me the nicest guy to live with at times. "Vent, repent and Lord!" became my desperate default method there for awhile but I have since learned to handle this injustice better. I am so thankful for the ability to ask for and to give forgiveness on a daily basis. Ask for it if you need to and then give it...

I also dedicate this blog and anything good that comes out of my creativity to my wife and our children who love me unconditionally.

And not wanting to leave anyone out. I dedicate this to all our friends and extended family who have been encouraging and supporting of me and my family through this time and who have been there for us in so many ways in the past. We love you! Now one good thing that this court case has brought about is that my Dad and I have been speaking on a regular basis and it has been encouraging; I'd like to share more of that with you another time, perhaps another place. On va voir.

Enjoy every precious moment of this short time we have to share with those we love, and who love us the best they can, amidst those who would attempt to snatch away our having, and our hope - what they fear they can never have. God help them, and God help us when they are family! It's time to fly, heads up for the flaming arrows.

Don’t let anyone abort the authentic artist in you!

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Wednesday, March 7, 2007

The Promised Path: #2...


Not pseudo religious but becoming more and more realistically relational as we’re made to be. Rescued from a slow self-seeking suicide. Learning to accept, not yet feeling blessed in the moment, when ambushed by false faces hiding what false hearts doth know - mild persecutions to date, not quite the inquisition. Learning to surf the storms of life where under extreme pressure, in the face of bold faced betrayal and institutional injustice my motto became: 'Vent, repent and refine!' And still I must choose to forgive instead of being chained to the perverseness of what's past.

Scenes Present: Falsely Accused in the U.S.A. Nov. 6, 2006

Fear of being sued, the willingness to lie in court and “We’re just going to let it run it’s course through the court system” is the cold, uncaring response I’ve heard back,through third party sources, from falsely accusing "pro-life Christians" who have refused to do the right thing in light of their seemingly malicious mistakes towards me.

Where are the apologies to me and my family for falsely accusing me and having me jailed and the sleepless nights and loss of time and peace of mind that followed over being dragged through the justice? system (and it's not over yet). Where is the offer to cover the cost to fix my camera they needlessly ripped from my hands and damaged? ...and then took my tape out before the police arrived and were lied to.

“Not guilty,” was the plea my public defender tabled on my behalf March 6, 2007. She is calling for a “conditional dismissal of the case”. We await the prosecutions decision and a kinder word from my accusers. Another lawyer helping me said, "There's something perverse about this whole thing."

Beyond the ancient gate there is bliss but it comes with a cost. Walking along the promised path to paradise in authorized authenticity. The gift is free but the path both protected yet perilous comes with a painful promise: “If they persecuted me,they will persecute you…if they hate me, then they will hate you…and there is no love in them.” Jesus Christ said this in the context of the institutionalized religious leaders who led the persecution against him. “White washed tombs” was one of the nicer names he called them.

Seeming to be on the right path, doing the 'right things’ and saying the ‘right things’ yet being void of love - how can this be? Motivations of the heart are revealed in time and punishment will fit the crime. Pardon awaits the broken hearted, truly sorry for sorry actions, and inaction, hurtful reactions, hateful thoughts, words, deeds done and said - now who will do the right thing and make retroactive retractions and just compensations?

Caught in the act, after the fact, rationalization, mind manipulating machinations will all be revealed. Who will be transparent and who will try and hide what is apparent. Who will be shown, ruddy, naked, revealed and who will be regally clothed in pure white, healed despite honest imperfections?

Choosing to take The Promised Path knowing that all are not what they seem, who they claim to be, some fooling themselves but not you and me. Some knowing what they are doing, intentional deceivers damned for all eternity – still here is a choice. While there is breath, while open minded ears and hearts may still hear Love’s voice - growing faint, more distant to some as they journey further down the popular path.


May these authentically artistic and investigative journalistic pages nourish the mind, and sooth the spirit, whether you believe you have one or not. Caring to be cognizant here, not negatively critical, questioning everything and being open mindful of ear to get closer to what’s true, to have nothing false between me and love and nothing false between me and you. Step into the Light now and feel Love's burn if you dare be free internally, eternally....

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Punishment Fits The Crime: #3 in Series

Aborted Artist The Movie Coming 2007

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Thursday, March 1, 2007

Authentic Aborted Artist: #1...


Not anti-this issue or that issue but pro-people: what's best for people. Respecting my fellow heart and 'souljourners', not judging or trying to change anyone, only sharing my stories, experiences, observations and understandings as they and I have and will continue to grow and mature. Each and every one of us has something to give, and something to learn from each other.

Scenes Past: After Africa 1992

"Talented, dangerous..." two young women size me up out loud as the bus arrives at our stop. I bump my guitar case against the door on my way up, "and clumsy," they add with a laugh.

Go easy on and off these pages here, respectfully dear. "Whoever is (perfect) cast the first stone." This world as is, is not my home. My song, my journey, my gifts I give in hope that you, and I, and they may live beyond a better day.

Aborted artist formed through callously spoken, endlessly echoing words, poison darts to the heart bleeding away precious hope and wonder; their weight augmented by the bloated shadows of authority figures. Authentic artist aborted by the cycle of generational ties, of family, friends and foreigners acting falsely as a ventriloquist’s dummy mouthing lies. As a marionette’s dead wood heart is deaf and blind to the control of the puppeteer’s strings, so have I been subject to the mindless manipulation of self-inflicting torture, and also unconsciously spearing other souls in thought, word and deed. “Cyclists dismount!”

No longer voiceless behind the invisible fence many of us know too well, the debilitating sting of a self-made prison: fear of rejection. Digging deep to drink from the well of faith, hope and love we have been gifted with here on earth. Coming of age and character: 39 years outside the watery warmth of my dear mother's womb. Forty years this July from the spark of my creation, in Love I come singing, dancing, and creating as one who is being set more and more free, authentically.

More and more free, beautiful, loving and yet more ugly as I see the dirty rascal that is me - when I lose sight of the King of the castle and am void of light and love, focusing on my pain, my needs, myself. Authentic Aborted Artist is aborted artist resurrected in the ‘hear and act now’ for the good of others. Becoming fearless of what some may say or do when I choose to be free, daring to say I know where I am going and pointing to the Lover I follow. Choosing my path freely, choosing to fly not wallow, believing not doubting that amidst the swarm of lies there is purity of truth, amidst selfishness, hatred and loss of life there is endless love, perfect peace and life in perpetual, pain free paradise.


Dying to live the Word beyond the four corners of this screen too often seen as a distraction from the real world outside.

The Aborted Artist Oracle: existing to touch the heart, mind, soul and spirit, to seek the greatest good. An open window giving a glimpse of the spiritual world amidst the physical world we live and learn in, giving a choice to experience the reality human beings were made for. Now dare to live and explore, come with me through the ancient door marked: The Promised Path. Listen, learn, taste, touch, feel Love, light and liberty born of a natural woman, Love, Light and liberty born in pain and at the disdain of corrupt, controlling puppets of power. Kiss Life that truly lives and conquers death. Hate can kill the body but the spirit is sure of bliss, safe beyond the ancient gate, along the path few seem to follow. With nothing to lose and everything to gain...

A blog is born... A creative creature becoming... Authentic as we're made to be…

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Aborted Artist the movie coming soon...

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