Misplaced | The Daily Post




Misplaced. Lost but not forgotten. Every day they look for me.  Divine Mother scours the land searching for her lost children. Crying because they are naught. Then once again she comes to the Island from whence the vessels filled with pale strangers cruelly kidnapped her young.  Weeping. Wailing. Shrieking. Her gown is rent in two.


Then Divine Mother casts her gaze towards the wide waters. She hears the voices of her children calling her. Some from beneath the deep oceans. Others from strange lands.

She shall gather her children from distant shores and Ethiopia shall rise again.

There was a Gathering of Old Bones. Shall these dry bones live? Yes by Grace and Mercy.

Lost Tribes took in Lost Villages. Red and Black became one flesh. Pursued. Persecuted. Sometimes erased from this land only to resurface in another for in My Father’s House are many Mansions. Father God and Divine Mother call me forth to a plane of existence that the enemy can in no wise enter in.

Scented Sands. Gathered Aromas.

A Portly Golden Breeze scatters cosmic seeds into the oceans breath. Rescue my stolen children from alien Atlantic and Pacific waters.  Yoruba and Jesus Dance together. The Goddess bestows her ritual Female powers. I am renewed. Orishas wash my soul.

Afroid Dreams of Salvation

We speak the language of old royal robes, the talking drums, painted faces, warrior chants…….

The Caramel, Sienna, Midnight Prodigal Daughter returns home. Indigo children reside on Astral planes, valleys, visions, 4th dimensional planets, solar systems, galaxies known only to the Enlightened Ancients.

The Misplaced Children of Africa have returned home. Lost no more. Egypt. Ethiopia. Ghana. Kenya. Nigeria. Mozambique. Togo. Mali. Namibia. Botswana. South Africa. All Nubian Kingdoms claim your Peoples from throughout the Diaspora. Baptize me in the Nile. Black Mother Moses I am Yours.

Thus says the LORD: “Keep your voice from weeping, and your eyes from tears, for there is a reward for your work, declares the LORD, and they shall come back from the land of the enemy. Jeremiah 31:16

“A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.” Matthew 2:18

Ibeyi – River










Share Your World – 2016 Week 15


cartoon-lady-closetWith your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world and which may not always match our reality.

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Name one thing not many people know about you.

I was a Telex Operator at the Reader’s Digest Advertising offices in Manhattan during the mid-1980s.  At the time Ms. Wallace was still living though she stayed in the Pleasantville, NY location. It was a wonderful place to work. For my fellow Baby Boomers you know what a Telex Machine was. As for you young folks ~~ Google it!! LOL!!

If a distant uncle dies and you were always his favorite and leaves you $50,000 (any currency) in his will, what would you do?

Pay off as many bills as possible and take a vacation somewhere in the Caribbean with my brother Stephen.

Where do you hide junk when people come over?

I don’t get many visitors but when I do they all stay downstairs in the Living Room which is much neater than my bedroom as you can see!! LOL!!  🙂   😀

Complete this sentence:  I want to learn more about …

Photography and learn to speak better Spanish.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Grateful that I got to say Farewell to my co-worker from the Cameroon who went on Maternity Leave. Her baby girl Destiny is due at the end of this month. We have become very close over the last few months as she has no family in America. All her relatives are either in the Cameroon or France. Her Mom will be arriving soon.

I was never able to have children and this young woman is like my daughter. Her baby girl Destiny will be my granddaughter of sorts.  I’m grateful and thankful for her.  A connection to the Motherland. Africa. I’m Thankful to and for many of my African co-workers as I’ve learned so much about the continent of our ancestors over the last eight years.  One day I will make my pilgrimage to the soil from whence my fore-bearers sprang.


Looking forward to next weekend for rest and relaxation.

The above picture was borrowed from Cee’s web blog page.