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Musicwomen and Saints

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Judy Joy Jones Show Presents
JOAN CARTWRIGHT’S Musicwomen of Jazz on the Moon!” and Belgium Classical ComposerSTEPHAN MEYLAERS, creator of Judy Joy Jones Show Theme Music!
The Judy Joy Jones Show is honored to present Diva Joan Cartwright!    “Blood is Life Until Given,  then its Love” explains  why we are the receipiants of some of the greatest Jazz Music ever written and performed by women of color. Because of Ms. Cartwright’s tireless efforts, future generations will enjoy music from heavens doors that otherwise would have been lost forever. 
And my favorite classical music composer from BelgiumStephan Meylaers who composed ‘Judy Joy Jones Show  theme music will be joining us, sharing his upcoming performances and latest compositions!
Joan Cartwright’s dedication to Musicwomen’s contributions to Jazz Music will continue to lighten all earth’s skies at night for millions of years to come.
It is true. When sleeping women wake, mountains move!!  And oh Ms. Cartwright, you have!


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The following account was sent to me by writer, painter and radio host Judy Joy Jones:

Get women artists off the back of the bus!

Average women haven’t a clue where we are. Women composers, conductors, women painters, sculptors, women scientific inventors are non-existent. And they still kill female babies in India, China and who knows where else. Too many woman artists are in Gagaland and haven’t got a clue.

Murder of Hypatia

In Greece, the angry, jealous monk Cyril led an angry mob to hide in bushes and ambush Hypatia, a genius of her time. They flayed the skin from her bones with abalone shells and burned her alive because she was the smartest woman to have graced the Earth. All her books were lost in the Alexandria Library that was burned down. And Cyril was canonized as a saint!

I learned about Hypatia from physicist Carl Sagan. Dr. Michio Kuaku took his place.

We are way asleep, most female composers, sculptors, painters, inventors.

So, I stay alone work my bottom off and have given up health family and friends, and worldly comforts to get us moving. Now, I’m suffering badly, physically, but Mother Teresa my teacher, who was non-denominational, tended to those that society hates most – the poorest of poor.

Mother Teresa

Now, Joan, to be honest, I was next to what a person was called JESUS CHRIST when near Mother Teresa. Take my word for it! The peasants walked on foot. They had no TV, computers, phones, nothing. They walked on foot, cross any country. She set up homes for poor in and built shanties around her homes for poor.

Read the BIBLE or any holy book. The peasants did this for any saint, no matter their denomination. Peasants smell the real and often the people weren’t even affiliated with a religion, at all.

Mother Mary Ann Wright

Then, there was the non-denomination saint in Oakland, CA, named MARY ANN WRIGHT. She was my teacher and I followed for years. I road three buses to get to her to help her feed the poor. Mother Wright had a fifth grade education. She cleaned houses for the rich in San Francisco to pay for her 10-12 kids that lived in garage in Oakland.

One night, the Lord told Mary Ann Wright to go out and cover the poor, hidden under bridges and to feed the hungry. She followed God’s words. From that moment on, Mother Wright slept, sitting up because she could not bare the suffering of the poor who were sleeping in the streets. She took on their suffering. That’s what I call a saint. She had no church affiliation.

I helped her feed the homeless in Old Man’s Park, every week. I went to her warehouse and helped her bag clothes for the poor. She taught me never ever judge anyone. She said, if they come in Corvettes or Rolls Royces to get free bread, give it to them.


Mother Wright would get a call to go to the garbage dumps in Mexico City, where people are born, live and die on garbage dumps. She would sit and hold them in her arms when they died.

She had 20 foster kids and not one of her own kids or foster kids ever went to jail. She was invited to the White House inauguration, every year. She never slept laying down, after God showed her the real suffering poor.

I met her at Old Man’s Park on a Peace Walk with a group. Mother Wright came up to us and screamed, “while you were going to your meeting, giving your speeches, last night, a 16-year-old crackhead girl overdosed with her three-week-old baby in her arms, in this park and both died!”

Mother Wright begged the group to get out and give. “Don’t go meetings. Go feed the poor give them blankets!”

She was as real as they come. I wrote a song for Mother Wright.


Here are the lyrics for Mother Mary Ann Wright of Oakland, California, in Old Man’s Park:

She pierced my heart with an arrow
Giving her love to the poorest of the poor
Mother Wright is my hero for heeding the call
Of the hungry sick and those dying alone
Mother Wright is my hero. She pierced my heart
With an arrow for her love of the poorest of the poor

She is dead, now, I think. But she is in me forever and ever. I told her there would be a sculpture made of her and put in Old Man’s Park one day. I want to put that sculpture in the park in Oakland. She was a mixture of races, a mutt like all us.

She told me, “Honey, when ya doing this work, ya have to be careful. People want to give crap to the poor and they will not give crap to the poor while I’m alive. They will give the best. The poor are the best and they deserve the best.”

She had a calling to go to the site of the Oklahoma bombing. She went to the hospital and walked up and down isles, sitting by the beds of families who lost children and loved ones. Mother Wright sat by them held them in her arms and cried with them. She was a tiny woman. She was a saint and not one church ever opened their doors to help her, ever, not one. Even her kids didn’t know they had a saint as a mother. But you never know your own people near you, who they really are.

Joan, she was as much a saint just like Mother Teresa. In the next life, Mary Ann Wright will have any slot on this planet or any planet.

Judy Joy Jones

A New Day

As a subscriber to the Vision Alignment Project, I receive several visions a month from other subscribers. Each new day, these visions spur me on to think positively about life and the people around me. The one below motivated me to think about all the blessings I already have – family, home, friends, career, education, opportunities, etc. Most of all, it reminds me to recognize that, as I am a product of Creation, I am always being taken care of in the best way possible. It is my inherent right to peace, joy, love, happiness, wealth, abundance, prosperity and to have everything I need exactly when I need it. This vision of Divine Inheritance awakened in me the confidence I need to move forward with my life in ways that I know will enable me to be successful and a bright light for those who are lost. ~ Diva JC

A Vision for Receiving Our Divine Inheritance

The Vision for today was sent in to us from our Mayan Calendar Kin, Melovia. In responding to her, Pam said, “This Vision is so beautiful and the way you describe it, attainable and delightful! Thank you!” We intend that it inspires you as much as it inspired us.

As we have done our own work in awakening to a Higher Truth, healing our misconceptions and dealing with the inevitable results of our misqualified and misdirected energy (conscious or unconscious), together let us Envision and Intend that we are now able to call forth and open to receive our Divine Inheritance of everything that we could ever desire or require to fulfill our greatest visions for ourselves, the Earth and All Life.

This can be made manifest through any number of possible means, limited only by our imagination! This is our own inheritance, remember, not someone else’s. It already exists and need not be exacted at any price from our brothers and sisters or the Earth or any of Her Kingdoms. How gratifying (and fun!) it will be to see this new Currency of Love flooding the World in the hands of Lightworkers who know what to do with it and use it Joyfully and Constructively for the Highest Good of All That Is!!!

With vast oceans of Love, Gratitude and Appreciation for your Visionary Leadership!
In lak’ech ala Kin
Red Crystal Moon 129

In Love With Life

Today, I read something that smacked me as being something to strive for. Instead of commiserating over having to pay bills, failed relationships, worrying about getting things done, like projects, homework, housework, etc., I would like to do what the passage said, be “in LOVE with LIFE!” [Source: Lynne Newman aka Rainbow Dancer]

Now, this may take a little more effort than I’ve been putting out. But I’m willing to give it a try. What would that entail, exactly?

The writer started out by saying “I see a world where the wonders, signs and gifts given us when we most need them are seen and recognized and these gifts from our Creator are taken deep within our hearts and spirits to give us hope, courage, inspiration and a reminder that we are always heard and cherished.”

First, I must recognize what I already have and appreciate these things with my whole heart. Next, the writer wrote, “I feel a world where these powerful reminders open our hearts and remind us of our interconnectedness to a higher source…to each other….to all life.”

I must allow myself to feel connected to my Soul, to others and everything around me. Finally, the writer said, “I envision the breathtaking beauty of our auras glowing with rainbow light as the divine within each of us recognizes and honors the divine within others. I envision a world of such love that we see one another’s beauty and delight in the sharing of our gifts.”

I must use my imagination to see the light shining within myself and others. Now, these three activities: seeing, appreciating and envisioning take conscious thought. We may not be able to control everything around us but it’s been said that we can control our reaction to it.

Instead of complaining, I can choose to bless each circumstance in my life, including the barking dogs, crawling bugs, thoughtless drivers, discourteous salespeople, etc. I can choose to understand that they, too, are struggling with life’s circumstances and are probably preoccupied with daily challenges.

I choose to be in love with life, especially since so many people around me are passing away rapidly. Tornadoes destroyed the homes of millions in the blink of an eye. I still have a home to live in. Water is polluted in so many countries, cities and villages. Women carry buckets to rivers and walk miles home with them on their head or shoulders. I have a Brita pitcher that filters my drinking water.

Parents cry endless tears for their fallen sons, who engaged in battle or are in prison for senseless crimes. My children are safe and so are their children. People lose their parents, when they are only teenagers. My mother passed when I was 40 and my father is still alive and well at 92! Siblings never see eye to eye. I have a wonderful relationship with my brother.

I have so much to be thankful for and, from this day forward, I refuse to ignore all the blessings I have by complaining. I will, henceforth, acknowledge the bounty my Creator has bestowed upon me. I will bless every challenge that brings me to the brink of understanding just how fortunate I am. I will be in love with the life I have and encourage others to do the same.


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