Active crime scene in Canada regarding crimes against humanity and genocide, new discovery of 751 children’s bodies...

I am truly at a loss for words today. I am beyond shocked, and absolutely horrified by this new discovery today. I feel so numb that I just wanna be left alone today. I feel so uncomfortable about this. I can’t even wrap my mind around it it’s just that ugly, dark and horrifying what this country Canada and their churches (Vatican) including their agents (the RCMP) are guilty of. 

This is clear evidence of genocide and crimes against humanity. An apology from the pope would be a fuckin insult at this point. Those criminals need to be held accountable for their crimes. They are murderers. All of them. This whole thing is an active crime scene. 

I can’t really say anything more at this point. I just feel devastated. To all our familes and children: I love you. I stand with you. I’ll do everything I can to continue to speak truth to power. For now, I will rest and pray. 

Here is an article by an old friend of mine named Tamara. We used to go to ceremonies and gatherings and would meet up and spend deep spiritual time in our culture. Much respects for all her work towards telling the truth about genocide, colonialism and decolonization. Please read it, she is super smart and tells it like I do. With honesty as her weapon of choice:

https://canadiandimension.com/articles/view/reckoning-with-genocide-and-the-denialism-of-the-canadian-state

So far this is now the new body count: 

Coming soon @ Jacobson native art: Exposing the truth around my investigations of the Norval Morrisseau art fraud

 Good afternoon to each and everyone who continues to find me here at my new site. Lately I’ve been going through some of my past experiences and examining some of the hidden truths that are contained in those experiences. Norval Morrisseau and my ties to him around the investigations I did are coming back into life. 

I have made up my mind to reveal all the details of what happened, how it happened and what exactly went down with regard to my exact roles including all those who participated with me. I feel it’s time now to truthfully shed a ton of light on this subject matter. There are those who hid behind rocks and pretended to be my ally when in reality they were liars. 

I will move forward now through a series of posts explaining all the details that I know. Everything. All my letters to the government of Canada, all my emails and my complaints process with the R.C.M.P. I am going to expose the Norval Morrisseau heritage society along with KRG and their lies and deceptions. 

Along with those will be my dealings with the dysfunctional Norval Morrisseau estate and everything I know about that as well. So, stay tuned over the next few weeks because I have over 15 years of information to share. To set the record straight as my friend Norval used to say...

It is absolutely obvious that there are those hiding in dark places around the truth of Norval morrisseau’s art and legacy. This includes all those mentioned above and many more who will now see the light of day. For now, I say to each and everyone of you....ALL MY RELATIONS...MAJ

Poof! And just like that...everything changed

See that little guy right up there:

He is my number 1. All my decisions are based on what is the best for him. What is best for him and in how I treat him is what is best for me. Anything else besides that? 

Night night. 

Sincerely,

MAJ

Honouring the 215 souls of the Kamloops residential school @ Jacobson native art

 

It’s been a tough few days lately with the resurrection of the life and death of these 215 children buried in mass graves at the Kamloops residential school. It has brought up a lot of different energy and feelings for me. That is the thing regarding trauma, it forces you to either run and hide or face it head on. 

I choose to face it, head on. The reality is that these sufferings are super deadly. It is such a tragedy on so many levels. After processing my deep resentments and anger and frustrations around the injustice of it all, I certainly spent some time in deep prayer and reflection. 

The time afforded in conversations with the spiritual are indeed food for the soul. I sent out blessings in hope, love, comfort and strength to all the family members involved. To the moms, dads, aunties and uncles. The sisters and their brothers, their grandmas and grandpas and to all in their family bloodlines. It was needed for them and for me. It helped me to deepen my understanding of the realities of residential schools. 

My Anishanabe grandma, my moms mom suffered gravely in residential school. I am a 60’s scoop survivor as the direct result. I feel that at the end of the day, these are the things I can do to help make that a lighter place. I can do “medicine work” around that with the spirit. I know my grandma knows this. She would want for me to be my authentic self. Having no shame in being a human being and putting all of myself, out there. 

To continue to share my truth with all of you and around the world. To never hide what happened to us as First Nations. To be proud of surviving the colonizer’s death traps. To continue educating myself and others about the reality and the truth of what we have endured as Anishanabe people, on our home lands. 

The place where Canada and their churches performed their crimes against us. Their crimes against humanity. For now...we will continue to heal and we shall continue to grow into the beautiful creations that we are. All my relations, MAJ

Prayers of love for the 215 First Nations children found murdered by Canada and the Christian church

 Sometimes it just seems so out of reach this idea of truth and reconciliation. I feel really angry at Canada and the Christian church. I feel disgusted that no one has been held accountable for these crimes. Not Canada, not the church, not the priests or nuns or government officials who were and are responsible for this atrocity. 

These are crimes against humanity. They are crimes against us. It is beyond tragic. I am totally heart broken by this discovery yet again. How in the world do you trust anything “Canadian” when time after time this horrific history rises up from its ashes and speaks literally from the grave about these innocent and treasured 215 souls of native children who were massacred? 

It’s simply too hard to accept these truths. I feel devastated by it. The trust for Canada? A vanishing. An emptiness. A ghost of nothingness. These are just a few of the reasons on why I don’t identify as a Canadian. I am Anishanabe. Period. I’ll always belong to my people. We are sovereign. We always will be.

Fuck Canada and fuck that ridiculous Canadian flag. And fuck that cross too. None of these entities deserve my respect. None. If you cannot see this as it really is which is absolutely disgustingly wrong on every level, then indeed you will need some help with that. Being a proud Canadian is a delusion. There is something the matter with your understanding of history. There is something wrong with your identity. Your identity in being a Canadian. 

Even hard to say this....all my relations, MAJ 

For these 215 children...this is for them in eternal love:

Gratitude for the woodland school of art

 Good evening to all my family, friends, fans and collectors worldwide. Just sending a shout out to each and everyone of you who continue to share your appreciation, love and support for my art and legacy. It is such a beautiful feeling to know that there are so many of you who understand and acknowledge the spiritual power and force of our Mother Earth.

The spirit of what I do as an artist is so tied to sharing the wisdom and depth of these nature spirit relationships and the many teachings being reflected in those understandings and experiences. In the context of being a 3rd generation woodland school artist, I feel that the importance of being a channel for this spirit and energy is vitally important for future generations.

Being an artist in this realm of the woodland art form is vital for spiritual understanding and growth as an Anishanabe. There is a hidden world of spiritual power Contained in the medicine of this art. It is such a blessing to be able to share and reveal these glimpses of the spirit. I’m sending you all much love and strength as we march together into the summer of 2021 and what will be the 4th wave of COVID 19. 

Stay strong my friends....all my relations....MAJ 

Staying strong and diligent out here in the Kootenay’s @ Jacobson native art

 Good evening to each and everyone. Wishing you all beautiful and empowering blessings. We will get through this for what is now the 3rd wave. Continue to stay diligent and strong. I’m working on new energy and pieces here at the studio. Slowly but surely we move forward one day at a time. All my relations and enjoy this new track by Audio jack:

Massive 3 day Power outage Deep in the Kootenay mountains 2021

 

Good evening to each and everyone. It’s amazing how we take so much for granted at times. We were recently hit with a 3 day power outage during what was a freak storm for 20 minutes but wreaked havoc for hundreds,of thousands of souls all throughout the Kootenay’s. Hundreds of trees down and power lines fallen everywhere. 

Here is a wonderful shot of my boy observing the element of fire. Growing up out here in the wilderness has greatly effected my sons growth and confidence being out in nature spirit. He loves it and embraces the every day experiences of being out here. I take him quading out here as well and he absolutely loves that too. Daddy time for him and he always looks up at me and smiles during our rides. 

During this power outage I went deep up the mountain and found a bunch of fallen trees etc on the trails. I even went as far as I could but was once again humbled by the mountain. I started spinning in the snow and was several kilometres away from civilization. I recognized it was time to slowly retrace my trail up this road and reverse back down to some sand and rock. I managed and made it safely back home. Enjoy your evening everyone and indeed we got our power back on today...all my relations...MAJ

Working on dozens of new commissions @ Jacobson native art

 Good afternoon to each and everyone who continues to find my new site. I wanted to say thank you for all the support and efforts during this 3rd wave of COVID. My prayer is for each of us to continue sharing and supporting one another through these challenging times. We should continue to be diligent and strong as we move through this next wave. 

In the meantime I am glad to share that new works are being worked on and finished. I have a waiting list that takes up much of the spots on the list for 2021. This is why it is important to stay focussed and busy. I am most certainly thankful for all the appreciation coming forth in new commissions. I have been quite excited by this and it inspires me to give you my best, one painting at a time. 

Thank you once again for your commitment and patience. It is a wonderful energy to be in this position and of executing the best for you. I wish you all a great weekend filled with love, joy and happiness. All my relations, MAJ

For the love of black and whites @ Jacobson native art 2021

Good afternoon to all my visitors, collectors and fans. Here’s to another blessed day of being alive and moving forward one day at a time. Although this pandemic has taken a real toll on our capacity for social relationships, sharing together and enjoying one another’s company, we must soldier on. Prayers and blessings for those going through a challenging time. Healing for those suffering. 

I wanted to share some inspiration through art and my cultural heritage. I have always been fond of the black and white drawings/paintings I’ve done. They are quite distinguishable from my use of colours. But have their own life force none the less. Working in this format helps to broaden the creative scope and vision of an Anishanabe woodland style artist. 

This process affords the artist to learn and grow with regard to line and form. The subject matter grows, refines itself through this process. We can find new imagery and designs in this flow. A way to work out the details and composition to a more refined state in result. Reminds me of our medicine scrolls and indeed that is exactly how I see these images myself. Rebirthing the stories and teachings of the animal clan council. 

I am honoured and thankful for the wisdom of our mother earth. Our ancestors knew this importance and understanding. It is our responsibility to continue to share these fundamentals and to give our history and teachings new life throughout every generation from this to the next. I truly love being an artist, a storyteller, a visionary. It is an honour to share these with each of you. Wishing you all continued strength and power....all my relations, MAJ 

Spending time in nature spirit @ Jacobson native art

 

Good afternoon to each and everyone. The seasons are changing once again as we enter into the beauty of another cycle of life existence. I am honoured and grateful for the connection to Mother nature out here deep in the Kootenay mountains. The vastness is just incredible and awe inspiring. I love to go adventure out deep in these mountains. There is so much to discover, see and experience. 

During many of my journeys out here I happened one day to come across this little cabin. It is a ski cabin deep in the mountains here. It is open to public access but I have to admit, it’s really hard to find. I have come here throughout my seasons to come up and paint here. It has a lovely little wood stove as well. 

It has a fire pit too for cooking and enjoying the benefits of eating supper right out here. I bring my kindling and a few split logs as well to keep things running warm up here. The perspectives of viewing the mountainous surroundings are outstanding. I have a small table and a couple chairs and I’m ready to go. 

I also would like to add that I’m a big fan of the “Artists way”. It is a wonderful companion to my creative energy and artistic process. It has numerous weekly tasks to do including a process called “morning pages”. I use this book and the information involved as one of my tools for maintaining my creative path. 

The quietness and stillness of mind is for me, a very integral part of creating my art. It sets the stage for the energy and imagery to come together. I hardly ever rework a design. Once it comes it comes out right, the first time. That is the beauty of creative self maintenance. It is important to take out the time for this as an artist. To restock the creative well. To feed our soul new energies, new experiences and new visions. 

Any how, I thought it would be fantastic to share some of these experiences and lengths I go to make art. The artistic process is just as much important as the art itself. These experiences help to foster greater growth and discovery. I love being an artist. I love connecting to the wisdom of our Mother Earth. Once again it is a great energy and experience to share some of these teachings and processes with all of you who come to visit. Wishing you all a great new awareness for the spring equinox of 2021. All my relations....MAJ

In honour of my son and the “Changes” always taking shape @ Jacobson native art

 Just a lil message from us here at Jacobson native art that life and its processes are full of changes. Feeling super grateful for the beauty and power of my lil son, Sagein Wisdom. An honour to walk 9n beauty with him each and every day. 

I’m putting the past behind me...my son is the investment of my future, his future. Enjoy this slice of heaven from Ozzy and his daughter Kelly, Changes:

All my relations, MAJ

Mark Anthony Jacobson native art & my experiences around the Norval Morrisseau film: There are no fakes

 Good afternoon to each and everyone who continues to find my new site here at Jacobson native art. It has been a few moons since the release of this film and as executive producer of, I have some things I want to share about it now. First off, I’m glad that we had the opportunity to tell this story through film and to reach out to many new people as the direct result. It was always a powerful story that needed to be told and shared. 

I first met Norval Morrisseau in 2005 in Nanaimo B.C. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. At this point I had been working and mastering the woodland art form for 20 years exactly. It was a brilliant meeting for the both of us. At that point, Norval was confined to his wheelchair and was struggling with Parkinson’s disease. He never had dementia as it was falsely reported by the likes of those shady websites in the Norval Morrisseau blog and the hoax exposed blogs. Both heavily involved in trying to make fakes, authentic. 

It was at that time during my visits with Norval that I began to be educated by him about the grave nature of this problem. I was shown dozens and dozens of examples both in catalogues and the Internet by Norval, Gabe and Michelle Vadas. Norval himself had asked me to help him. He had specifically invited me into this realm because he knew that I would help. And I have. Without a shadow of doubt, I made all the moves necessary to have found the results I did by the production of this film. 

Look, the truth is that none of this would have happened, if it wasn’t for a serendipitous meeting between Dallas and I. Exposing the truth about these fakes, the fraud ring in Thunder Bay ont, exposing a serial rapist and getting him convicted on multiple counts, Justice and vindication for not only Norval Morrisseau, the sexual assault survivors, for kevin hearn and his lawyer in Jonathan Sommer, but also the estate of Morrisseau and countless collectors, galleries, museums and institutions. 

Same can be said for everyone else who attached their name to this movie. By the time the film came out last year, I had spent nearly 15 years of my life on this. It definitely ranks as one of the worst experiences I have ever gone through in my entire life. The amount of filth, disgust, brokenness, horrifying truths, lies and deceptions, threats, intimidation, betrayal and let down was absolutely over the top. 

And this was on both sides of the coin, the bad guys and the good. The reality is that unfortunately this film brought out the worst in many people tied to it. Including myself at times. The level of mistaking friendship and trust throughout this ordeal was really the backbone for me saying: “FUCK THIS“ to everyone associated with this film, excluding both Dallas and Kevin Hearn. Because they were the only 2 solid people that remained until the very end. Even in that, I took a break from them as well. I needed it, we all kinda needed it. 

Many souls around the world have now had a chance to see this film. This is a good thing. Although it has been a very deep and painful experience, I hope one day to see even further results of all the efforts and work that was done and continues to be done as the result of this dedicated service that a few of us put together. It was the fraud of Norval Morrisseau that had first brought me into this scenario. I knew the task ahead of me was quite monumental. Nor Norval himself, neither gabe or michelle, nor Ritchie Sinclair or bryant ross, not kevin hearn or any lawyers before hand could fix this. 

Not the likes of KRG, not the NMHS, no institution or even any police force across Canada knew the depth of this rabbit hole. It was when the information about rape, violence, drugs and assaults that had came forward through Dallas and I sharing our experiences that the truth became known. It was then around 2011 that this entire focus shifted from art fraud to the rape and crimes of a serial sexual predator who was discovered as the suspected head of this Norval Morrisseau art fraud ring, deep in the heart of Thunder Bay, ont. 

I was flown to Toronto for the opening of this film last year. I have to say that I was appalled at the level of disrespect and disgusting attitudes of the director of this film in Jamie Kastner. I always felt that since meeting him there was something “not right” about him. He shamed me for bringing my family to the movie premiere saying he only wanted me there, and not my family. He called me a 2 bit hustler when I wanted to share my art and culture during the after party of the premiere. 

I brought my paintings and such to add to the event, to be a blessing of indigenous culture and sharing the strength and power of my art. To support all the efforts in regards to saving the lives of countless victims and of the art and legacy of my friend and mentor in Norval Morrisseau. That the circle is strong with what I bring to the table. I told Jamie Kastner where to go, and educated this Frankenstein colonized mindset of his that most people in my circles buddy would consider me a hero for getting involved in this story in the ways that I did. 

But this piece of garbage in Kastner tried to belittle me and my integrity as someone who was and is so intimately involved with really opening up this whole story. It left such a bad taste in my heart and the fact that people like Kastner are peppered all over the Canadian film industry. It really grossed me out and because of assholes like him I had to step back and really process all these events in their true light. I think I’ve done that and during this time of healing my heart and soul through this, I’ve found a place now within where I can actually tell my side of this story. 

Some how in all this, I got left out. They didn’t give me any interviews, They feared me and so they went to any and all lengths to try and control this narrative. At the end of the day, I let them. I gave up trying to be heard because I suppose there were those who desired that spotlight for themselves. Nevermind this Indian in me. I didn’t look the part I suppose. They couldn’t control me. So they acted out of fear. At this stage of the game, I don’t really care about it so much any more. More will be revealed...this story isn’t over.

The black dry brush fakes are only one wave. There are several waves of fake Norval Morrisseau paintings and prints peppered all over the Internet like ebay, kigigi, auction houses, shady galleries and their dealers. Prominent Canadian art galleries have been selling dozens and dozens of these suspected second, third, fourth and fifth waves etc. of different fakes other than the now common and distinct black dry brush fakes. 

The above 4th photo here shows one of these fraudulent waves of fake Norval Morrisseau paintings. This particular forgery is very distinct from those black dry brush abominations, (Norvals exact words for them). This period came before the black dry brush, actually. This particular wave is sourced from the Yorkville gallery district in the heart of downtown Toronto. This wave came in the late 1980’s all throughout the 1990’s and even into the 2000’s. 

I know who this forger is. I contacted him on line, twice. Once 10 years ago and recently about 3 months ago. I told him that I suspect it’s you....chief. I’ve studied his weak originals and have compared his personal techniques in his own woodland art style and then I’ve compared those techniques to this example and several others and indeed in my professional opinion and experience, it’s the same fuckin artist. I know it, he knows it and we’ll see if the police across this country can see it too. 

It will never be a complete investigation if the other waves of the Norval Morrisseau fakes don’t get dealt with. It’s a funny thing with true experience and understanding. Ive been given an inside view of the world of art forgery because of my friendship with Norval Morrisseau. I am regarded as one of the true living masters of this style of indigenous art called the woodland school. It is an honour for me to keep pushing it forward, in my style and in my techniques.

 I know that somewhere in this universe, the spirits look upon me and smile. I know that indeed my friend and mentor in Norval Morrisseau after all of this looks upon me and smiles too. Knowing full well that I did my duty. I took it all to task. I did my part in helping to set the record straight. At the end of the day I want it to always be known that I did this all for free, from my heart because I always believed it was the right thing to do. I did it for love...for the love of my people. The great Anishanabe.

All my relations, Mark Anthony Jacobson - Rainbow Thunderbird

Being a 60’s scoop survivor @ Jacobson native art

 My dealings with Canada as a First Nations soul has been absolutely tragic and heartbreaking on many levels. The hijacking of our land, the continual theft of our natural resources, colonial and cultural genocide, residential schools, stealing our children, the violence, the forceful control of being on reserves, the racism, the discrimination, the prejudice and violations of our human rights for 500 plus years now is absolutely disgusting. 

The truth is and continues to be that Canada was and is built on racism. It’s sickening. The perverse colonial mind set continues to roll on through in this, the 21st century. It’s sad and absolutely appalling on all levels with regard to being a human being. The destruction of our cultural practices, trying to wipe out our languages, stealing our cultural artifacts, dishonouring the treaties, wiping out and outlawing ceremonies,...the list goes on and on and on. 

And even under this darkness that colonialism is, we as First Nations continue to thrive and live. We continue to find our ways, we continue to heal and rise. And even in that, we First Nations continue to be welcoming and forgiving. We continue to share our love for not only the sacredness of the earth, but each other. 

What makes us even more powerful is that through the abuse and torture of colonialism we are forced to learn your ways, as settlers. Your languages, your history, your mathematics, your religion, your laws and your education. And on that we must rediscover who we are as indigenous, as First Nations, as Anishanabe. We literally have to live in 2 worlds. That of this perverse colonial system and that of our own history, our own teachings, native laws, cultural history, stories, songs, ceremonies and the arts. We literally have to learn how to think and live like an Indian in a white mans world. Even in that, what have you truly learned of us? 

That is what being a 60’s scoop survivor means to me. Through these lessons and experiences that I have gone through I have found the secret path. I have learned to free myself through these experiences. I learned that I did not have to identify with my abuser, in being a Canadian. I could be an Indian, an Anishanabe soul, entitled to my sovereignty as First Nations. That I could find my own way, my own beingness. 

I shared a post recently in this regard. I have a lot of support on social media. I am grateful for the connections and relationships that I’ve built and have over the years with those who fully support us and desire to work with us and not against us. Here is a sample of that post:

 I am very thankful that my teachings and experiences can have a powerful impact on the lives of others. That’s what sharing from the heart is all about. Something I’ve certainly discovered that the average Canadian settler/immigrant struggles to do with us as First Nations. It all comes down to perspective. My activism is and will always be about speaking truth to power. All my relations...MAJ 

Winter riding deep in the mountains @ Jacobson native art

 Good afternoon friends. Just a wonderful day for a quick ride in the mountains. I absolutely love riding my quads out here. The perspectives are magnificent and awe inspiring every single time. The joy and freedom of connecting to this out here is just awesome. The impacts nature spirit has had on me these last few years is transcendent. 

I love listening to super cool tunes as I’m riding through and just feel so free as a bird. I garner a whole new level of inspiration. No one out here but me and nature most of the time. It’s just us...Zipping along like the wind...

All my relations, MAJ