Occupy Until I Return


Luke 19:13
And he called his ten servants, and delivered them ten pounds, and said unto them, Occupy till I come.

Occupy not merely to possess but to Improve the lives around you. Please support the Occupy Movement.

I’ve been following the Occupy Wall Street since it started several weeks ago. How fitting that the movement should have begun in New York, the Financial capital of the world. Many dismiss the occupiers as grungy, lazy college kids with no cohesive message but even with many individual messages the overall message is restitution and recovery for the 99% who were not bailed out by Washington. These are young people who upon college graduation will be saddled with overwhelming student loan debt and no decent jobs with which to even make a dent in that debt. They join with the ranks of others who have lost jobs, homes, are drowning in various types of debt, etc….

Occupy Wall Street is truly a grassroots movement of the common man unlike the Tea Part who represent the 1%. In the last four years the twisted biased media has vilified the working man, unions and any other means the average person in this country has used as a pathway to success. The newspapers and TV news takes the extravagances’ of a few top earning overtime union kings and queens and make that the norm for all union members. I like most union members represent the 99% who work ridiculous amounts of overtime not for the fancy mansion on the hill but to support my family, pay household expenses and maybe take a short fun vacation trip, however I’ve yet to experience the last option.

Occupy Wall Street is akin to the movie Spartacus where the slaves rose up in rebellion against their masters. Well the wage slaves have had enough, as Peter Finch’s character Howard Beale says in the movie Network, we’re as mad as hell and we’re not going to take it anymore. It’s either fight back or see our lives and the future lives of our children swallowed up by the greedy 21st century robber barons. For those who say the very rich or corporate leaders are the ones who create jobs you are partially correct in that estimation. The jobs they create all get shipped overseas where these corporate giants use the fact that there are no labor laws or unions in foreign countries to continue their own unique form of wage slavery.  Why pay an American twenty dollars an hour plus benefits when you can pay some poor native of Southeast Asia or South America one dollar an hour or less and not have to conform or answer to any human rights rules or violations.

As people of faith we are to occupy not just by sitting on our butts in our respective houses of worship but to participate, to use our gifts, talents and abilities to improve the lives of those around us, to speak for those who have no voice.  So my friends Occupy until our Lord returns. Occupy so that we may give an account of excellence for the least of these for the Master.



Please continue onto Part Two of Occupy Until I Return published in March 2013.

6% Budget Cuts Rally
Me protesting in front of Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s Office Friday, March 15th.

Donations and Freewill offerings can be made directly to my PayPal account deborah.palmer280@gmail.com. Thank you and God Bless

Anticipation: An Alternate Universe filled with Delusion of Grandeur at the County Fair of the State Asylum

An Alternate Universe filled with Delusions of Grandeur While at the  County Fair at the State Asylum

Personal business — Part I. To be continued…..

To quote poet Robert Burns, “The best made plans of mice and men often go awry.”

Life always intrudes steps on and muddies our beautifully laid out strategies.

However at least I did not have to endure the complaints & delusions nor watch those who do wrong get rewarded while those of us who are the wrong gender, race, ethnic group are cast to the side.

Sometimes I wonder how long must I beg for the crumbs that fall from the Masters’ table while thieves, cheaters, slanderers, liars, & haters enjoy the feast meant for the righteous. I guess it’s time for me to walk away, set my own table, & cook my own meal.  I’m my own chief, cook and bottle washer.

On that note I leave you with a poem I wrote which discusses the evolution of one of my romantic entanglements.


Anticipation’s Heart meets the Death Angel

He’s flying in today and my stomach/emotions (take your pick) have been all tied up in knots. The more I push my feelings aside the more they intrude on my life making unpleasant interruptions but I know when I see his goofy face with that bouncy walk I’m going to be overjoyed but I don’t want him to know that.

Worse yet he is not doing anything to me, except making me happy.

God help me extinguish this flame within my soul, my heart, my very being. I hope my heart will not be disappointed. He’s made me crazy inside. I can’t think. I can’t talk. Can’t follow conversation. What is happening to me?

Peabo Bryson – I’m So Into You


Wishing On a Star


God please tell me why my Ethiopian Star has risen over the land of Thrace.

It’s a meeting of mind, soul, and spirit. Joining what was once two into one.

Love Ballad


If you’re the one 30 years from now I still want to feel the fire.

Feel the Fire — 1978 Peabo Bryson


I can’t get the Carly Simon or the You’ve Got Me Feeling Emotions songs out of my head.

But alas my love upon your return our embrace once afire had become sterile like that of siblings, no longer the rapture of lovers.

Yes, the wick from the candle flickered weakly then finally burnt out, extinguished, quenched………

And the subway doors closed, the plane arose, I never to see your face again……..

Inscriptional Musings on the Mark of Rejection

Inscriptional Musings on the mark of Rejection

I wish I was a combination of Cat Woman, Bat girl, & Storm, (but not Wonder Woman, she’s too wholesome, but I do need her Cloak of Invisibility) so I could fend off the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune.  So I would not have to step into the House of Pain without my armor.

To defend myself against the ‘haters’ my so-called friends and peers?

Slowly day by day I realize that I am not only one of the Called but She who was Chosen.

I’m a Misfit and OutCast, one who is always ostracized because I don’t fit in…  Forever the outsider, eccentric, oddball, nonconformist, rebel….

Some say I have a gift not knowing the gift comes with a steep price. Every day I pay to receive daily anointing for my calling stigmata burned more deeply into my flesh.

Sometimes to relieve the pain I wish that I could step out of this body and back into the Universe from whence I came.

Often I’ve wondered if the rejection will ever end and just when I think my footing is solid the rug is pulled out from under me, ground shakes, breaks in two and swallows me up to endure a new round of punishment for actions inherent, a lifestyle gifted to me from Powers Above.

My only acceptance comes from the Beloved and I eagerly await His return. Once more He shall revisit my tortured soul to carry me back to the gates of Paradise forever to be united with Angels and Ancestors transitioned to Glory.

Rejected Angel
Rejected Angel

Christina Aguillera – Beautiful