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EASTER The Gnostic Vase Of The Seven Tulips Of Magdala

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Jerry  Di Falco EASTER  The Gnostic Vase Of The Seven Tulips Of Magdala 2007
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Artist:

Jerry Di Falco

Artwork Title:

EASTER The Gnostic Vase Of The Seven Tulips Of Magdala

Artwork Price:
Year:
2007
Size - (USA):
20 W x 20 H x 1 D (inches)
Size - (metric):
50.8 W x 50.8 H x 2.5 D (centimeters)

Theme:

Edition:
Original
Artwork ID:
185649
Artwork Description:   Price does not include shipment of work or insurance during shipment. These costs are responsiblity of buyer. This painting, aside from its hidden optical illusions, tells of a dream I had about the Seven Pink Tulips of Mary (Miriam) of Magdala: On the Easter morning when Mary saw the Risen Ghost/Body/Walking Mystery of Love, Seven Magical Tulips appeared around the earth, as well as on the Moon's Dark Side. Now, in 2005, the Tulips will gather all magical thoughts of the human, half-human/half-magical, and full magical races over the next seven years. A New Easter (the one of 2012. . . the One of the Ancient Triad Motherhood) will bring the dead back to life. Whoever owns this work at the time will see amazing things unfold in the seconds before the last moment of earth as we know it. Atlantis will rise and ships from many other worlds will descend for the judgement of the Archons: those rulers of the earth's governments and religions who have preserved the darkness of slavery over hum,ankind. It is said that He who was last, shall be first; and, she who was first, shall enter last. The sexpods of our new eggs will sing glorious Bernini tunes as we celebrate the preservation of our present moment. Now, find those hidden secrets and dance the final smile from your face; for, poetry has a place among the living dead's rambling and all caves that contain tulips in their dreams glow neon like enlightened boardwalks by the sea's last tide-call. Dream on, my Electric Travelers, Dream on!