tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.comments2019-06-10T16:17:35.629-04:00The Art Journey of GraceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-39630280501766740132013-06-24T16:05:51.029-04:002013-06-24T16:05:51.029-04:00I love your beautiful works of art. Some day, when...I love your beautiful works of art. Some day, when I'm no longer watching grandkids full time, I'd like to do something along these lines.Beautifuldreamerhttp://bdreamer.squarespace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-73496614759744680452013-03-18T20:19:41.553-04:002013-03-18T20:19:41.553-04:00Healing happened. A series of internal events that...Healing happened. A series of internal events that continued long after I returned home. One particular day the external world seemed to collide with internal world. Just odd but fascinating synchronicity.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-28419397489349961722013-03-18T18:16:52.850-04:002013-03-18T18:16:52.850-04:00Grace, what happened at 44N?Grace, what happened at 44N?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-50149014679851757672012-09-08T13:49:42.259-04:002012-09-08T13:49:42.259-04:00Hello Anns, Thank you for your lovely comments! A...Hello Anns, Thank you for your lovely comments! Am reading and commenting from Paris where I seem to be having a dual journey. Can't wait to know how it plays out. Tomorrow am on my way to 44N.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-123690742966311612012-09-07T08:23:43.699-04:002012-09-07T08:23:43.699-04:00You seem to show another side of life - that which...You seem to show another side of life - that which I've had so little experience - that of the artist. I reread your "healing through images" comments and it seemed to make more sense to me. The next time I looked through the last set of pictures, we took our time and put a permission out to feel/seek them. For as much we could peek ... it was pretty damn cool! THANKS!!!!!!<br /><br />I really liked the work barely shadowed in of "inspiration" ... then we thought "perspiration" as to the work of change, but that you allowed it to sift in "gracefully." We have a Grace within us too. Finally, we smiled a "flashing" smile and thought simply, "Vacation!" Congrats!<br /><br /><br />Our best,<br />AnnsAnn Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02351205447825048394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-11705926257278275872012-06-30T20:58:53.710-04:002012-06-30T20:58:53.710-04:00Am trying to be more active. Thanks for visiting t...Am trying to be more active. Thanks for visiting this blog. Having the book reworked as an e-book is on my wish list. Sorry you can't find a copy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-8982105313499029872012-06-30T15:00:11.814-04:002012-06-30T15:00:11.814-04:00Glad to see you back :) love from England xxx
Any...Glad to see you back :) love from England xxx<br /><br />Any closer to finding a publisher for your book, ive searched and searched for a copy :(Glorfindalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-44541277652585779452011-05-21T21:35:24.546-04:002011-05-21T21:35:24.546-04:00Amazing work! Now you must get some rest!
Hugs Rav...Amazing work! Now you must get some rest!<br />Hugs RavinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-34207121443811205302011-02-28T13:04:02.690-05:002011-02-28T13:04:02.690-05:00Thank you, Sara. Yes, not as intense a week later....Thank you, Sara. Yes, not as intense a week later.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-65494121089259847412011-02-22T14:05:09.017-05:002011-02-22T14:05:09.017-05:00ah we were wondering about that :)
hope you're...ah we were wondering about that :)<br />hope you're okay today <3Sarahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-91555341138393175032010-11-23T11:55:54.021-05:002010-11-23T11:55:54.021-05:00Thank you so much for your kind words and for visi...Thank you so much for your kind words and for visiting!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-49808446852962285492010-11-22T22:36:21.009-05:002010-11-22T22:36:21.009-05:00so beautiful Grace...I'm so happy you're h...so beautiful Grace...I'm so happy you're healing <3Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-12230236893854833592009-10-06T23:10:48.401-04:002009-10-06T23:10:48.401-04:00I love this blog and your artwork, it is just beau...I love this blog and your artwork, it is just beautiful.<br /><br />I need to figure out how to make the text different colors. Blogger used to be a lot easier to dress up with blogskins, now it's impossible to figure out.<br /><br />Wondering if these art pieces are photos or are they photoshopped collages? They're fantastic.Lee Kramer https://www.blogger.com/profile/12725366402959404334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-72830861171869147722009-03-31T19:16:00.000-04:002009-03-31T19:16:00.000-04:00Grace, thank you for sharing your heart.Grace, thank you for sharing your heart.Just Be Realhttp://justbereal77.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-72175907388803384172009-03-31T17:00:00.000-04:002009-03-31T17:00:00.000-04:00I published my first collage on my blog today--som...I published my first collage on my blog today--something I was playing around with on Polyvore. Thanks for turning me on to them!<BR/><BR/>I didn't know I could look up other people there. I'm going to log back in and see if I can find you there.Marj aka Thriverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06825698906631474866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-59006356290057524002009-01-28T07:53:00.000-05:002009-01-28T07:53:00.000-05:00Some tech-free celebs are recovering tech addicts....Some tech-free celebs are recovering tech addicts. Tyra Banks told New York Times Magazine that her BlackBerry habit caused her physical pain. She has since gone low-tech and jots her thoughts in a notebook.<BR/>Technophobia, of course, extends far beyond cell phones.<BR/>Christopher Walken and David Sedaris don’t use cell phones or e-mail. Simon Cowell says he doesn’t know how to work a computer.<BR/><A HREF="http://www.zoominfo.com/people/Grossemy_Didier_32456701.aspx" REL="nofollow">more</A>Sujit On webhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04294715932733532910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-61940625923050466982009-01-07T23:12:00.000-05:002009-01-07T23:12:00.000-05:00It's my experience from both sides of therapy that...It's my experience from both sides of therapy that there is basically a shared knowledge passed down thru the generations and enhanced as technology evolves. I'm clueless as to some of my images--like the traffic light. Had no idea I did things in threes until you said something. Hmmmm. All #s were used from my perspective but some ceremonies or training were tied to specific numbers I think.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-49415058081694358382009-01-07T20:43:00.000-05:002009-01-07T20:43:00.000-05:00Grace, I wonder if these abusers *all* have a lot ...Grace, I wonder if these abusers *all* have a lot in common?! Your collage has many elements which i can relate to, also.<BR/>****poss triggers in topics****<BR/> <BR/><BR/>The numbers 3, 6, and 9 were very important in the "numberology" we were trained with. This was especially desirable in the groups of three, as they are shown in your collage. Our training or "schooling" was called "Readin'(tea leaves, crystal ball, palmistry etc)Ritin'(Having to do with rites) Rithmetric (Numerology)". <BR/><BR/>My sister's husband had "classes" in which he was the teacher who brought an "apple" to the students. In other words, he brought knowledge of good and evil, but these were even reversed in meaning. There were quite a few children made to sit in desks and who were trained in *horrible* subjects. There were also several adults who were in trances/possible child states sitting with the children at times. On at least one occasion, i was made to sit and listen during one of the "school daze". Lot more i could say on this, but don't want to ramble.<BR/><BR/>The main perp would talk about "shower heads" and to him they had an obscene meaning. (Crazy sounding, i know! But it's the truth.)<BR/><BR/>Mickey Mouse was used, along with other "Dizzy" figures. Not just Disney, but other movies were inspiration to the training and abuse we went through.<BR/><BR/>Traffic lights....a lot done with that topic. These were definitely used as part of our training, and i managed to find a way to control that programming in order to keep from having an "accident" while driving.<BR/><BR/>Thanks to your comments, i'm going to talk with my daughter about when she thinks her own training started with the telephone- calling and answering. She wants to undo every bit of it, and has worked hard to do this. I'm really proud of her efforts and strength. Prior to reading what you wrote, it never dawned on me that the telephone training/programming i went through could have started on my children also at that time.<BR/><BR/>I do remember that both children told me after they began remembering that their uncle forced them to make phone calls from the basement phone at my parents. These were sometimes pornographic phone calls, if i remember right. But now, i would bet there was more to it, also. We'll find out, as the truth always comes out, and then we are set free as survivors.<BR/><BR/>I know exactly what you are talking of when you mention being on the phone, and then having zero memory of having been on it. I also know the feeling of fear upon answering a phone to this day. Only survivors of this kind of abuse can truly understand that feeling, and although i'm sorry that you do understand, in a way it makes one feel not so "strange" or alone.<BR/>Thank you!<BR/>LJ<BR/>PS After thinking about this topic, the words "Phone home" started coming to me. I am positive this term was used, but don't have context yet. To the perps, i would say, "With God's help, i have NO intention of doing that!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-40379358677161710652009-01-04T00:13:00.000-05:002009-01-04T00:13:00.000-05:00I have several theories. But when I found out he c...I have several theories. But when I found out he chose Ian Fleming as his persona, it made sense. Thank you for liking my collages. Most who do art therapy will say it's coming from someone else inside being channeled through me consciously. Others do collages completely dissociated with no memory of having done them. Surprise! It is an amazing process. I am clueless about art. I think I'm just balancing but I love some compared to others!<BR/><BR/>Rabbit Howls. Haven't read it. Don't want to. With all the triggering stuff I've read, some part of me refuses to read it. I listen to that part ;-O I have seen the author on talk shows. She is very interesting,Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-19423784374989443982009-01-03T10:54:00.000-05:002009-01-03T10:54:00.000-05:00i think it's great your protector has a british ac...i think it's great your protector has a british accent. i wonder why?<BR/><BR/>have you ever read the book "when rabbit howls?" it may be trigger-rific (it was for me) but it was still a good book. the woman the book is about also had DID. her protector alter had a scottish accent. i just thought that was kind of interesting that yours is british.<BR/><BR/>your artwork is amazing. i wish i could collage so beautifully. (mine never turn out aesthetically pleasing.) i'm enthralled by them. :)cornnut32https://www.blogger.com/profile/08537873482898226294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-32271628930051370052008-12-31T06:42:00.000-05:002008-12-31T06:42:00.000-05:00Grace, What a wonderful collage! I know art therap...Grace, <BR/><BR/>What a wonderful collage! I know art therapy can be wonderfully healing. Looks like you are doing some really great stuff! <BR/><BR/>Hugs,<BR/>TamaraTamara (TC) Stapleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00633350990983632539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-1458037083624142932008-12-14T23:29:00.000-05:002008-12-14T23:29:00.000-05:00Grace,Male perp did at times claim the title "moth...Grace,<BR/>Male perp did at times claim the title "mother". One thing he did then was to put a pillow over heads because his mother was "s*ff*cating", he said.<BR/><BR/>When you say about suckling on a body part, that is what perp made our children do, when no milk came out of his breasts. That is what he meant when he illustrated that a cow makes milk, so does a woman, and so does a man. Yes, so sick!! This topic has stirred up a whole lot of anger and sadness at what he did to so many tiny children.<BR/><BR/>I remember all the memories the children told me concerning cow udders, etc etc. Now it is making more sense to ME. Personal confirmation and additional understanding.<BR/><BR/>Since our children were used as prostitutes by their "uncle", i imagine that a lot of abuse he did had the intent of "grooming" them into making more money for the group. Just as you talk about being taught sexual behaviors from the womb.<BR/><BR/>I remember the perp using the term...."bresticles", which in his mind was the male equivalent for what females had. He was always more competitive than anyone i have ever met. It was like a male/female competition to him.<BR/><BR/>The secrets of the perpetrators will always come out one way or the other- this gives me a lot of comfort.<BR/><BR/>LJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-78946738062392995522008-12-14T23:08:00.000-05:002008-12-14T23:08:00.000-05:00Hi Grace,Whew, your blogs & collages have stir...Hi Grace,<BR/>Whew, your blogs & collages have stirred up bunches of things, and explained so much also.<BR/><BR/>"Pushing the Envelope" meant something to me also when i read it. It *was* like a job of some sort, passing along a message.<BR/><BR/>Part of an early memory of an incident which happened shortly before my marriage- may be connected to this subject....one of the women in our church (which was infiltrated by satanists, according to my children & later my own memories) took me for a "cleaning job interview" across the city. We went into a mall that was nearly abandoned, with work being done in parts. <BR/><BR/>All i remembered for years was meeting a man in front of a wall. He claimed to be an artist who said he was going to paint a huge mural on the wall of the "Garden of Eden" with Adam & Eve stark naked. I then remembered being back in the car and saying to the woman that i was embarrassed, and why did he talk that way to me? I don't remember her answer, if any. I never asked myself or her where in the world the job interview went? Or what were we doing at a mall?<BR/><BR/>Rest of the memory that came back later....this "con-artist" took me into a room behind the wall. He held something out, claiming it was an "apple" and i was to take a bite. He had a "job" for me to do, and i think it had to do with taking a message to someone. What was i told to do?? Did i actually do it?? This bothers me a lot... Pieces still missing, and i want them back.<BR/><BR/>"Jane Doe" was stated to me often, and put into drawings by perp. But he claimed that these were his unnamed victims which were b*ried.<BR/><BR/>Perp used to say about himself to our children..."Uncle Sam wants you!" He would also constantly talk about communism and "Mother Russia" to all of us. I've had very strong memories (even long before i began actively remembering!) concerning "communists" and war-like scenarios. One i thought was a dream....I was running in a field with a "communist plane" buzzing me overhead. I was trying to run to a white sign at the edge of the field. Later i remembered/realized that the plane was a remote controlled small hobbyist plane. But in the hypnotized state, this was a real plane and scenario.<BR/><BR/>At the time when i had this "dream", which i later realized NEVER was a dream at all, just memory, i told my sister about it. She told me that she had the exact same dream. <BR/><BR/>Years later, after my memories came back, my sister (who basically has claimed to remember nothing) told me right out one day that this incident was for a "training video". When she told me, i hardly dared to breathe, i was so glad she was talking!<BR/><BR/>Sorry this is so long again- your photos just are helping to lay out pieces and figuring out where they fit.<BR/>Love,<BR/>LJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-16149332175407017782008-12-14T22:47:00.000-05:002008-12-14T22:47:00.000-05:00Hi LJ, Your memory may well be a very different sc...Hi LJ, Your memory may well be a very different scenario from me. At the chance of being hugely triggering, it was my internal information that told me, after birth, given to "mother" who was male perp. I have no idea who that was. But condom filled with milk and pinhole placed at end. Learned sexual behaviors out of the womb. I think breasts didn't mean breasts.But I was suckling on a body part. It still sickens me. Unfortunately it makes sense for a child being groomed for exploitation.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08256675845938876493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733246553954312669.post-15664201612881303632008-12-14T18:53:00.000-05:002008-12-14T18:53:00.000-05:00Grace,Just reading this feels like it has cracked ...Grace,<BR/>Just reading this feels like it has cracked open memory "doors". I'm not sure what all is in there.<BR/><BR/>However, what i have already known about this subject in our backgrounds is a lot. <BR/><BR/>The main satanist perpetrator (who was married to my sister) used to start talking like a baby and would chase me on his knees saying he wanted to breastfeed, and calling me his mother. It was beyond terrifying, although may sound comical. I remember at least once trying to lock myself in a room to get away from him. These incidents came about out of the blue, when we were say, all sitting watching a movie. Not after i was dissociated, but still in my right mind. I mean, this was my handsome supposedly "normal" (yeah, right!) brother in law suddenly acting this way.<BR/><BR/>After i tried keeping him away, perp would get up on his feet and want to k*ll me. And he would be in such a homicidal rage that it was terribly dangerous and probably away i would go, in my mind.<BR/><BR/>My children told me that perp sometimes took estrogen pills to give himself breasts, but then would be scared that he was "showing". He also compared cow udders to his privates. To me, that's what the picture of the multi-breasted man looks like, a cow. The udder had milk, the woman had milk, and ummmmm....so did the man according to perp.<BR/><BR/>That picture of the woman nursing also says, "man dressed as woman" to me. <BR/><BR/>I think something that is trying to come back after seeing your photos is that perp was jealous because i could breastfeed my children. So he said they had to nurse from his "breasts" too, but then because he didn't have milk there, he made them "nurse" somewhere else.<BR/><BR/>"I'm so sorry, my children, that i didn't protect you. I couldn't because i could not remember what had happened after it happened."<BR/><BR/>Thank you for helping to uncover what needs to be uncovered,<BR/>LJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com