Also in this month's newsletter Article on artist, Chaim Soutine · Poems from Readers ·

Ongoing Research and Writing Saga

As more activity has been taking place with both my book Everywoman a Goddess: Everyman a Hero in Her Service and my THC apocrine sweat research I have neglected my newsletter. For my friends and fans here is the latest news regarding my progress.

I have always known in a gnostic sense that my book will only achieve success in terms of reaching many readers when my medical research is successful. The world always wants to know details about those thrust upon the great stage of life, especially the more salacious and dramatic details . Although my book is well written, it is somewhat challenging for most readers as it covers so many subjects and asks you to integrate a lifetime's worth of learning. Recently I have been going to Beachwood Cottage Studio on The Lot in Hollywood to record my book as an audio book. This took many hours and produced nine hours of narration. It is much more accessible to the listener than the reader, my inflections giving meaning and the emotions in my voice giving away what matters most to me.

Hopefully many of you have read the article about me and my research in the February issue of High Times magazine. As a result of that exposure and also the direction of Paul Armentano from NORML, I have now shared my discovery of apocrine sweat's concentration of THC from blood during acute marijuana intoxication with arguably the two most important scientists in the country with regards to the science of marijuana.

I have sent off to one of my new friends five sets of specimens blood, eccrine sweat, and apocrine sweat for THC levels obtained from volunteers intoxicated with marijuana. When his lab confirms my earlier data that apocrine sweat concentrates THC from blood to apocrine sweat, I will be that much closer to realizing this needed screening test.

I have received e mails from all over the country since the publication in High Times about how needed this field test is for society. My sister, an attorney, described a case of a fatal car accident of a mother who was dually intoxicated with alcohol and marijuana whose children died with her in the crash. A pain specialist in Montana, also wrote to me describing many fatal accidents with dual intoxication and how my test would become the Holy Grail in detection.

I shall be collecting more specimens with the intent of establishing sufficient data for publication. Once that is accomplished the universe will send me a collaborator to license my patent and manufacture a prototype test.

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Chaim Soutine

I first saw Chaim Soutine's paintings at MOMA when I was young in New York. The frenetic quality of his painting, the visceral nature of the paint, the emotional power that grabbed you all deeply affected me. When I learned the story of his life and the many dramatic elements I was hooked, he became one of my three favorites (Vincent Van Gogh, and Gustave Courbet being the other two).

Recently I came across a precious volume from the retrospective show of Soutine's paintings that traveled the country about ten years ago, under the auspices of the Jewish museum in New York. It visited LACMA here in Los Angeles but I was unaware of it at the time and so I missed the show.

What was most interesting about the catalogue was the many articles about Soutine, his life, his work and the history of the world's opinion of him after his death. It was discovering a great treasure trove. Drama surrounded Soutine all of his life. Born into a Jewish shtetl family in the pale of settlement, the eleventh of twelve children to a mender (a very low status), Chaim had very little. He absorbed a Jewish education in that insular world yet his whole being was drawn to drawing. This was considered a violation of the Second Commandment: to not make any images. When the son of an old man whom Chaim had drawn, beat Chaim severely, he was given money to leave the community and go to art school. After receiving an art education in Lublin, he ended up in Paris in the 1920's.

He was one of a very intriguing group called The School of Paris. These were all expatriate Jews painting in Paris. The most famous members were Soutine, Modigliani and Chagall. Soutine was discovered in the mid twenties by perhaps the most important collector of the early twentieth century, Dr. Barnes. Soutine's work were embraced by three different groups at three different times. In the thirties, his work especially painting slaughtered animals was interpreted by Christian art historians as depicting a sacred crucifixion of animals. In the twenties his work had been championed as being representational and restoring French art to its historic roots in contrast to the more decadent non-representational art being made in post war Paris. In the early fifties, after Soutine's death his work was embraced as the forerunner of abstract impressionists.

Fascinating to me was how all these descriptions had merit and yet the most important aspect was how Soutine and his work could be made to fit someone else's agenda of what they felt was important. The article I related to the most was how Soutine's work expressed a deep psychological "shudder". This was likened to Munch's Scream. In Soutine's case it was a response from his unconscious mind to the European Jew hatred that was about to express itself ironically in Soutine's death from a perforated ulcer while hiding from Nazis in occupied France in 1943.

The importance of Soutine's work for me individually as a writer and inventor and as a Jew who initially followed the traditional path of becoming a Jewish doctor, is about the compelling power of the unconscious mind to make itself known in an artistic or creative manner that does not care about conventions, society or status but that ultimately must express universal truths. In order for the individual to become such a conduit one must accept sacrificing the self or the ego in service to something much greater than self. I identify that something as the Schechinah or the Divine Feminine. .

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Reader's Poems

Beautiful time

In the Seasons of Dreams and hope's decorum and the world's innocence of what was yet to unfold,

beautiful paled ivoried bohemian women snuck about amongst tapestried rugs cherry wood and tiffany glass, golden light and absinthe in the dark cave of light
of the opium den.
There were those beautiful dreamers, and visionaries of all time with their buttoned up shoes and velvet cloaks, wire rimmed spectacles and top hats of the day.

With a gleam in their eyes, looking for the Green Feyrie, seeing the wings unfurl licking their
cherry red lips ever so softly embracing the sensual and the now.

these amazing gentleman and ladies watched smoke turn into birds and suns and storms and moons and realized both
the complexity and ephemeral beauty of life

so Dearest Dorian Grey was being born, a metaphor of the deepest and hardest core of existence in time, the etiquette of death, the death of hope and dreams and death

so live now and follow your bliss as the warm light and esoteric smoke and pale ivoried beauties in their perfect blossomed splendor will turn to dust soon enough

The time of time of beauty and fine love, whimpering erotic plumage of the golden serpent and egg as a painted motif on cherry wood and flesh lives on

in our dreams in kind, watching ever so deeply, at time going by, this time cement and ugly sounds and square building in place of gargoyles and hand made lace in place of the Lalique vase and the warm light of The Tiffany Dragon Fly

Beautiful Minds replaced by the Warhol 15 minutes of fame, Beautiful Art replaced by the Success and Popularity Quotient

The Iridescence of the Peacock's wing and deep red of Eve's Apple , The beautifully cobbled stones and hand done Wrought Iron, Golden Dawns and High Dreams and Intrepid Secrets have been replaced by the drone of the engines self imprisoned cubicle.

Oh woe is the heart and mind that has forgotten to love and dream,

Time has as time is and now amongst the grey shadows of wet cement and the marketeers light and now amongst the eves destruction in the lost sense of erotic Victorian feminine and now amongst the eve of destruction as the world the human world topping the food chain, has gone belly up in skewed wealth and extreme dynamics tempered by weapons of hellish destruction and minds of lost innocence and Hope. And now amongst the Worship of the Numb and Ugly

i see the green feyrie peering over the dark old curve, she manages to avoid being destroyed by heavy ugly metal
machines moving like mercury's wings but hollow vessels of no where,

the green feyrie's transparent Chartreuse wings fluttering and Whispering,
The Beautiful Time lives in the folds of the dreaming and the boundlessness of the opportunity of the Courage of
Transformation and Love.

D R A G O N R E D

Moonbirth

In the waning moon
eclipsed and blue,

this woman opens
each breath
each movement
in prayer.

All sensation
all joy rises up,
Her blessing in everyday gifts.

Holiday lights,
passing of year and decade
register mere markers
for Her power.

Together,
We exist as every
time
thought
prayer
ecstasy,
right here
right now.
Copyright January 2010 by Marie Hinchy

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