Karma Chameleon

Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

In my personal opinion as a Christian who is studying Buddhism I think Resurrection and Reincarnation may be two sides of the same coin. Perhaps a combination of both. If I must return in some form I’d like to be a Tree as opposed to coming back as a human or an animal. Also I would not want to return to this earth such as it is. I believe there are other planets and galaxies out there with resonant life forms.

Like Daphne I ran from Death’s sickles and scythe my feet became roots, my legs and chest a strong trunk, my hands, arms and hair branches and leaves.

The Woman Who Was Turned Into a Tree

My sisters and I speared the man creating a copse around his rotting corpse. He is gone. He is destroyed. Once again the Circle is renewed stronger than before.

I would love to return as a Tree in the primordial rain forests of Pangaea. A Banyan and Bodhi Tree with outstretched branches and roots. Raising my branches and leaves high to the sky worshiping Goddess who took a remnant of the faithful from doomed planet Earth and reformed Gaia in a distant Lunar system to start over to replant earthly extinct flora and fauna for another chance at life.

Long ago in the ascent of Pangaea there were two moons orbiting each other. Then one was thrown out of its natural orbit colliding with the other. At the point of collision dust, seeds and podules rained down on the nascent Pangaea rich fertile womb birthing every species in Gaia’s thoughts, wishes and dreams. Thus was reborn a fresh new start for all sentient beings.

And I the first Tree privy to all the secrets and dream-wishes of Mother Gaia and Daughter Pangaea whisper sweet wisdom throughout the later. Communing with the rushing rivers, succulent seas and teeming oceans life arises through myriad birth canals including the two-legs my caregiver creation to whom I have given dominion and responsibility for every being rooted, creeping, leaping, running and walking. Mark well your 2nd chance Dear two-legs for the land was made for you and you for the land. Keep my Blessing fruitful and well nourished. Cry out to me and the ancient ones will answer for wisdom and knowledge flow within your veins. The Akashic Records are written within your souls, they cry out from my branches, they feed from my roots, they shout from Cave Walls. Listen fleshly souls that your journey on earth may be prosperous in true alignment with time, eternity and space.

Psalm 1 New International Version (NIV)

BOOK I

Psalms 1–41

Psalm 1

¹Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
²but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
³That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

⁴Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff
    that the wind blows away.
⁵Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

⁶For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

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TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

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THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

“Trees” was originally published in Trees and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.

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Feb 21, 2016

DAILY PROMPT

The Road Less Traveled

Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.

Major Decision #1

November 1977 to November 1981 when I joined the United States Army. This gave me the opportunity to not only serve my country but travel to Europe and meet people from all over the United States. I did my Basic and AIT at Ft. Jackson, SC. I was posted at the 569th PSC in Augsburg, Germany and at the 101st Airborne Division located at Ft. Campbell, KY. During my four years in the Army I also went TDY (temporary duty) at various bases inside and outside the U.S.

The Army reinforced the sense of discipline, accountability and responsibility that my parents Edward and Mable Palmer had already implanted within me. I received an Honorable Discharge and am very proud to be a U.S. Army Veteran.

1978 Augsburg, Germany

Deborah Ann Palmer U.S. Army 1977-1981

Major Decision #2

September 1995 when I decided to move forward in earning my BA at Marymount Manhattan College. My Dad Edward G. Palmer had just passed away that year May 13, 1995 at age 65 and I then became responsible for both my mother Mable Palmer and my brother Stephen Palmer. I felt I needed to get my BA as being a College graduate was both my Dad’s desire and mine but I was just too busy running around living free and easy. Once my Father died I inherited his responsibilities and I felt that college would give me an up in terms of critical thinking and advancing my then career.

Being a student was both exhilarating and challenging. At that time Marymount Manhattan College was a private Women’s Catholic college which had just begun to admit men on a limited scale. Therefore the classes were small and the professors took a personal interest in the intellectual and educational development of each student. By the time I went to MMC all the instructors were secular not the Nuns that had preceded them many years before. The professors and the Dean were dedicated to helping Ladies succeeded especially returning Women students like myself.

At that time I was 36 years old definitely not a teenager but an adult who worked full-time and a caregiver. I did briefly attend Marymount Manhattan College around 1987/88 but being in my 20s was my wild & crazy period so I did not stick it out even though I was doing very well in school. Not to say the professors were easy on the students in terms of work load. There were tons of novels and other books to read and 25 page research papers to write on a bi-weekly basis. I suppose it was stressful but a positive stress. An intellectual challenge and I rose to the occasion.

Entering college as an adult I knew that I wanted to major in English literature unlike an 18 year old who is inexperienced with the world in general and probably has very little work experience. At age 36 I had already served my country as a soldier in the United States Army and had many years in the workplace. Many people including some relatives kept asking me “Why are you majoring in English? Are you going to become a teacher?” My answer then as now is I Love English literature and I knew I could pass and no I had no intentions of becoming a teacher.

My Mom who was still living at the time never asked me any ridiculous questions. She was happy that I cared for her, went to work, studied hard in school and went to church. Mom was proud of me and my accomplishments. Sadly my mother followed my Dad into the hereafter August 1998 at age 68. Neither she nor my Dad ever got to see me graduate from Marymount Manhattan College May 2002 when I was 43 however their spirits spurred me on to successfully complete a difficult year long course called Women in Urban Leadership, make the Deans List in 1999 and graduate Cum Laude. Both my parents were born in 1930 at a time when racism, lynchings, discrimination and Jim Crow ruled America. They felt that my generation as the first generation to benefit from the Civil Rights Movement could and should uplift the race through education. My accomplishments were not just for me but for my parents, grandparents, aunts and great-uncles who never had those opportunities.

Marymount Manhattan College opened up a new world to me, helped develop my writing skills and gave me confidence in those writing skills. During this time the then Dean Joan Brookshire said to me that I had a gift for writing. My professors male and female built me up and I felt a sense of accomplishment. So for me returning to college was probably the best decision of my adult life.