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!

Still Coming Up Next:

Punishment Fits The Crime

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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....

Coming Up Next Time:

Punishment Fits The Crime: #3 in Series

Aborted Artist The Movie Coming 2007

A Pure Passion Arts Action

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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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The Promised Path: #2 in Series

Aborted Artist the movie coming soon...

A Pure Passion Arts Action

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