Lyrics and Music Composition: JD Rudometkin
Produced by Pat Kearns and JD Rudometkin
Mix and Mastering: Pat Kearns, Goat Mountain Recordings Landers, CA
Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Rhodes Keys: JD Rudometkin
Back up Vocals: Valcine Brown, Rosa Pullman
Electric Guitar and Slide Guitar: Pat Kearns
Pedal Steel: Luke Dawson

CUT LIKE DIAMONDS Lyrics

Hear you whisper in the darkness
Could you call out my name
No one else here as the answer or the key
For wheels in wheels that cut like diamonds
And I am down on bended knee
Waiting on and answer from the queen

And even in the deepest sorrow
Holy water, sinking stones
Lead me down to the bottom of the well
Frozen stiff, hallow darkness
Hello fever, my old friend
Hold my hand until it passes
And the angels let me in

And when they pin you up on crosses
With these lines upon your face
That prove amazing grace is right on time
Well pierce my side but let my knife
Lie here quiet in the night
As we look out over Jordan, deep and wide

And then maybe brother we
Can once again believe
Leave our weapons on the mat
And cross the river
And Love if you come again
Please forgive us of our sins
We’re just trying to make some sense
Of these conditions

seraphim\ ˈser-​ə-​ˌfim , -​ˌfēm \- oil on canvass 30"x48" (76.2 x 121.92cm) $2200 US + shipping (c) JD Rudometkin 2021. Contact artist regarding this piece, or for commissioned artwork.

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I love you.

I trust you.

Abide with me.

For February, we are offered this guided meditation. Use it everyday or as often as you see fit. The intention is to draw us into a more intimate relationship with our body. To learn its language and begin to move in harmony with its deeper wisdom. We often live in our minds in a way that is separate from the body. We may be missing out on an essential experience of life when we are disconnected in this way.

We can learn to trust ourselves again and adjust our course as needed, by keeping simple, consistent rituals. In former times, we have looked outside ourselves, blamed others, and sought truth, externally. Today, we reclaim our way. We sit in quiet communion and reset our minds.

Why?

• To create a sense of stability in what appears to be an unstable world.

• To shift thought/behavior patterns.

• To enter communion (let's do this ritual together). In communion we find meaning.

In order to fully experience the conversation below, you are encouraged to watch the video “All The Women In Every Room” at the bottom of this category.

Step Jayne is JD Rudometkin's musical project. Over the past 5 years, he has released the album SILVER BULLET SUICIDE, one track at a time with an accompanying video. For the first 10 months of 2021, each track and its thematic content will be explored in interviews with various co-hosts including: Psychiatrists, Artists/Musicians, Professors, the Salt of the Earth, and Art Curators.

In this issue, activation and ascension guide KATHERINE WEHLER  and JD discuss the album's second track, "All The Women In Every Room." We recommend watching this music video (BELOW) in preparation for the conversation (ABOVE). (To discover more about Katherine Wehler, visit: www.katherinewehler.com).

WOMAN IN THE SARPA KAVU

 When I was in India I saw the wild eyed ascetics out in the kavu. They ate very little each day, perhaps a few grains of rice. These silent women and men sit for days on end, purifying their minds. They do not evangelize, or try and convince me to join their cult. Because there was no cult. They more or less found one another out there in the forest, and seem to hover together like wild animals. Animals who had left the cycle of heat, which is often generated by the herd.

 The methods of these ascetics are peculiar to a Jew, but not totally foreign. When I was a boy wandering in the the mountains near the Dead Sea, I met an old Bedouin woman who was living in a cave. She shared some of her flat bread and goats milk with me. And she had the same distant fire in her eye that the ascetics have. It seems to burn like a candle from the recesses of the head.

 On one particular day when I was out in the kavu, I came upon an ascetic woman who was naked and sitting under a tree. Her hair was matted and she was covered in mud. There were several butterflies hovering around her head and a rare albino krait was wrapped around her right forearm and curled into the hand. There was a smell of death in the air, which seemed to be emanating from her body. The woman was so thin I could see her ribs, and she appeared to be gazing off into the distance, undisturbed by my presence as I approached. I stopped about 20 paces from her, and stood there staring at her strange form. And then I closed my eyes. The sun faded and I began to feel light as air. I seemed to be drifting away from my body. Then, in the distance I heard the flapping of wings. The sound of these wings grew louder and louder, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that the woman was now seated in front of me, staring straight through and into the back of my mind. There was a feeling beyond peace or joy that filled my body. The flower opened and now it smelled of lilac. Her ribs moved as she inhaled and I watched as the snake wound in endless circles around her arm. Then she slowly rolled her forearms over and exposed the palms of her hand. And that’s when I saw the scars. And I saw my life there in the lines of her palm, surrounding and cutting through the scars. I saw my mother Mary’s burial dress and the beasts of Revelation. I felt the heavy cross upon my shoulder and 10 million believers who would take my name in vain. And in her palm I feel the pure hearts of those men you will never hear of, lying in unmarked graves as I watch myself walk on water for the very last time.

 They do not teach us things like this in school. This kind of song is sung by the birds we hear but cannot see. Knowing this, we wade out into the Ganges further still, and it becomes the Jordan River. And if you no longer concern yourself with the distant shore, you will know what you are to do with the remainder of your days.

(c) JD Rudometkin 2021

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