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OF MYSTICISM AND SOCIAL JUSTICE (Mural)

SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MOTHER LOVE OF GOD

Sea of Rosaries:The Mother Love of God ©2020 Alfred Eaker

RED MEAT THEATER: THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST, OUR MOTHER AND HER MURDERERS: DONALD TRUMP AND THE ALT-RIGHT (33 Paintings)

(Featuring Cheryl Townsend as Christ)

Magnificat

Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)

The Wedding At Cana

The Baptism Of Christ, Our Mother

The Temptation of Christ, Our Mother

Good Samaritan (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)

Lazarus &The Rich Man (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)

Christ, Our Mother and the adulteress

Christ, Our Mother and the Samaritan woman, according to St. John

The Sermon On the Mount as told by Christ, Our Mother

Christ, Our Mother healing the Leper

Christ, Our Mother heals the faithful Centurion’s pais

Christ, Our Mother casting the demons into the swine

The Transfiguration of Christ, Our Mother

Mary & Martha

VIPERS

Christ, Our Mother throwing the moneychangers out of the temple

CHRIST, OUR MOTHER IN THE GARDEN OF AGONY

The Betrayal & Arrest of Christ, Our Mother

The Trial of Christ, Our Mother

Pontius Pilate condemns Christ, Our Mother

The Passion of Christ, Our Mother

Christ, Our Mother Falls

The Gospel of Contempt

Christ Meets Her Mother on the way to the cross

Christ, Our Mother meets the women of Jerusalem

Mary and the Beloved Disciple at the foot of the cross of Christ, Our Mother

The murder of Christ, Our Mother

Yellow Resurrection

Peter and John racing to the tomb of Christ, Our Mother

The Ascension of Christ, Our Mother

A Woman Clothed In The Sun

The Apocalypse Of Christ, Our Mother

SEA OF ROSARIES (30 paintings)

Blue Madonna and the Holy Innocents

Black Madonna of Tindari 

Madonna of Nagasaki (Agony in the Garden)

Our Lady of Akita

Black Madonna of Antipolo (Pentecost)

Our Lady Of The Mermaids

Our Lady Of La Salette

Our Lady of La Vang (Annunciation)

Annunciation

And A Sword Shall Pierce Your Heart

Our Lady of Plat (Nativity)

Our Lady Of Pontmain

OUR LADY OF SORROWS

Our Lady of the Rosary

Our Lady of the Woods

Pieta

La Lastima (Pieta )

Sr. Lucy

Her Lady; Proverb

Mystical Conversation

Our Lady of Aparecida

Our Lady of Kibeho

Our Lady of Manaoag

Stations IV. Christ meets His Mother On The Way To The Cross

The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer

The Marriage of Our Lady to St. Joseph

The Song Of Hannah

Prayer for a Perilous Descent

Justin (I am the Light)

Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)

OF SAINTS AND GOSPELS (40 paintings)

Mount Of Olives (And he began to fear and to be heavy)

Mount of Olives (It is enough. The hour is come)

Mount of Olives (My Soul is sorrowful, even unto death. Abba, If possible, let this chalice pass from me)

Seven Last Words. Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do

Seven Last Words. This day thou shalt be with me in paradise

Seven Last Words. Behold Thy Son. Behold Thy Mother

Seven Last Words. Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?

Seven Last Words. I Thirst

SEVEN LAST WORDS. It is Finished

 

Seven Last Words. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit

 

1ST Temptation (Hedonism). Command that these stones be made bread

2ND Temptation (Egoism) Cast Thyself Down

3RD Temptation (Materialism) To thee will I give all this power; If thou wilt adore before me

And he, lifting up his eyes, said- Blessed are ye poor, for yours is the kingdom of God

And Simon Peter went first into the sepulcher, saw the linen cloths lying… and they saw, and believed

Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona. Flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father in heaven. Thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

Christ Casting Avarice From The Temple

Feeding of the 5000

FOUR WOES OF LUKE

I AM

I was hungry… (Matthew 25.31)

It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God

John of Patmos

Martha of Bethany

Nor do I Condemn You. Go and Sin no more

Our struggle is against principalities and powers, rulers of darkness in this world

Peter was afraid, and when began to sink, he cried out

St. Francis Receiving The Stigmata

ST. Francis Taming The Wolf

The Ecstasy of St. Francis

St. John Of The Cross, Dark Night Of The Soul

That which is born of the flesh, is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit, is spirit…

That which thou doest, do quickly (Judas’ choice)

The Christ Consciousness

The Christ, The Breaker Of Bread

The Interior Castle Of Saint Teresa Of Avila

The Transfiguration of Christ

This is your hour, and the power of darkness

Thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee and lead thee whither thou wouldst not

Today, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice

What Is Truth?

 

Mary’s Way Of The Cross (23 paintings, 2019)

Combining the traditional Stations with BXVI additions.

1.Christ is in the Garden of Gethsemane

2. Christ is betrayed by Judas and arrested 

3.Christ is condemned by the Sanhedrin

4.Christ is denied by Peter

5. Pilate Condemns Christ to Die

6. Christ is scourged 

7. Christ Is Crowned With Thorns

8.Christ accepts His cross

9. Christ falls for the first time 

10. Christ meets His Mother on the way to the cross

11. Simon of Cyrene Helps Christ Carry The Cross 

12. Veronica wipes the face of Christ

13. Christ falls for the second time 

14. Christ Meets the Women of Jerusalem 

15. Christ falls for the Third Time

16. Christ is stripped of His clothes 

17. Christ is nailed to the cross

18. Christ promises His kingdom to the repentant thief

19. Christ entrusts Mary and John to each other 

20. Christ dies on the cross 

21. Christ is taken down from the Cross 

22. Christ is placed in the Tomb

23. Resurrection of Christ 

SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MADONNA TEACHING HER CHRIST CHILD IN PRAYER

The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer ©2018 Alfred Eaker

Ave Maria by Hildegard of Bingen

Behold, Mary, you who increase life, who rebuilds the path,

You who confused death and wore down the serpent,

To you Eve raised herself up, her neck rigid with inflated arrogance.

You strode upon this arrogance

while bearing God’s Son of Heaven,

through whom the spirit of God breaths.

O gentle and loving Mother, I behold you.

For Heaven released into the world that which you brought forth.

This one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.

Glory to the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

And to this one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.

SEA OF ROSARIES: BLUE MADONNA AND THE HOLY INNOCENTS

Blue Madonna and the Holy Innocents ©2018 Alfred Eaker

AVE GENEROSA by Hildegard of Bingen

I behold you,
noble, glorious and whole woman,
the pupil of purity.
You are the sacred matrix
in which God takes great pleasure.

The essences of Heaven flooded into you,
and the Great Word of God dressed itself in flesh.

You appeared as a shining white lily,
as God looked upon you before all of Creation.

O lovely and tender one,
how greatly has God delighted in you.
For He has placed His passionate embrace within you,
so that His Son might nurse at your breast.

Your womb held joy,
with all the celestial symphony sounding through you,
Virgin, who bore the Son of God,
when your purity became luminous in God.

Your flesh held joy,
like grass upon which dew falls,
pouring its life-green into it,
and so it is true in you also,
o Mother of all delight.

Now let all Ecclesia shine in joy
and sound in symphony
praising the most tender woman,
Mary, the bequeather/seed-source of God.
Amen

SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of Antipolo

Black Madonna of Antipolo (Pentecost) ©2018 Alfred Eaker

At This Precise Moment of History by Thomas Merton

    At this precise moment of history
With Goody-two-shoes running for Congress
We are testing supersonic engines
To keep God safe in the cherry tree.
When I said so in this space last Thursday
I meant what I said: power struggles.

You would never dream of such corn. The colonials in
sandalwood like running wide open and available for
protection. You can throw them away without a refund.

Dr. Hanfstaengel who was not called Putzi except by
those who did not know him is taped in the national
archives. J. Edgar Hoover he ought to know
And does know.

But calls Dr. Hanfstaengel Putzi nevertheless
Somewhere on tape in the
Archives.

He (Dr. H.) is not a silly man.
He left in disgust
About the same time Shirley Temple
Sat on Roosevelt’s knee
An accomplished pianist
A remembered personality.
He (Dr. H.) began to teach
Immortal anecdotes
To his mother a Queen Bee
In the American colony.

What is your attitude toward historical subjects?
—Perhaps it’s their size!

When I said this in space you would never believe
Corn Colonel was so expatriated.
—If you think you know,
Take this wheel
And become standard.

She is my only living mother
This bee of the bloody arts
Bandaging victims of Saturday’s dance
Like a veritable sphinx
In a totally new combination.

The Queen Mother is an enduring vignette
at an early age.
Now she ought to be kept in submersible
decompression chambers

For a while.

What is your attitude toward historical subjects
Like Queen Colonies?
—They are permanently fortified
For shape retention.

Solid shades
Seven zippered pockets
Close to my old place
Waiting by the road
Big disk brakes
Spinoff
Zoom
Long lights stabbing at the
Two together piggyback
In a stark sports roadster

Regretting his previous outburst
Al loads his Cadillac
With lovenests.

She is my only living investment
She examines the housing industry
Counts 3.5 million postwar children
Turning twenty-one
And draws her own conclusion
In the commercial fishing field.

Voice of little sexy ventriloquist mignonne:
“Well I think all of us are agreed and sincerely I my-
self believe that honest people on both sides have got
it all on tape. Governor Reagan thinks that nuclear
wampums are a last resort that ought not to be re-
sorted.” (But little mignonne went right to the point
with: “We have a commitment to fulfill and we better
do it quick.” No dupe she!)

All historians die of the same events at least twice.

I feel that I ought to open this case with an apology.
Dr. H. certainly has a beautiful voice. He is not a silly
man. He is misunderstood even by Presidents.

You people are criticizing the Church but what are
you going to put in her place? Sometime sit down with
a pencil and paper and ask yourself what you’ve got
that the Church hasn’t.

Nothing to add
But the big voice of a detective
Using the wrong first names
In national archives.

She sat in shocking pink with an industrial zipper spe-
cially designed for sitting on the knees of presidents in
broad daylight. She spoke the president’s mind. “We
have a last resort to be resorted and we better do it
quick.” He wondered at what he had just said.

It was all like running wideopen in a loose gown
Without slippers
At least someplace.

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Manaoag

Our Lady of Manaoag ©2018 Alfred Eaker

The Divine Dew by Therese of Lisieux

My Sweet Jesus, You appear to me
On your Mother’s breast, all radiant with love.
Love is the ineffable mystery
That exiled you from your Heavenly Home…
Ah! let me hide myself under the veil
Concealing you from all mortal eyes,
And near you, O Morning Star!
I shall find a foretaste of Heaven.

From the moment a new dawn awakens,
When we see the first lights of the sun,
The young flower beginning to open
Awaits a precious balm from on high.
It is the good-giving morning dew,
Which, producing an abundant sap,
Makes the flower of the new bud open a little.

Jesus, you are that Flower just open.
I gaze on you at your first awakening.
Jesus, you are the ravishing Rose,
The new bud, gracious and scarlet red.
The ever-so-pure arms of your dear Mother
For for you a cradle, a royal throne,
Your sweet sun is Mary’s breast,
And your Dew is Virginal Milk!…

My Beloved, my divine little Brother,
In your gaze I see all the future.
Soon, for me, you will leave your Mother.
Already Love impels you to suffer.
But on the cross, O Full-blossomed Flower!
I recognize your morning fragrance.
I recognize Mary’s Dew.
Your divine blood is Virginal Milk!…

This Dew hides in the sanctuary.
The angels of Heaven, enraptured, contemplate it,
Offering to God their sublime prayer.
Like Saint John, they repeat: “Behold.”
Yes, behold, this Word made Host.
Eternal Priest, sacerdotal Lamb,
The Son of God is the Son of Mary.
The bread of Angels is Virginal Milk.

The seraphim feeds on glory.
In Paradise his joy is full.
Weak child that I am, I only see in the ciborium
The color and figure of Milk.
But that is the Milk a child needs,
And Jesus’ Love is beyond compare.
O tender Love! Unfathomable power,
My white Host is Virginal Milk!