The Oracle Speaks



The Oracle Speaks


The  masses follow false prophets/profits and naked Emperors bearing gifts of fools gold. Yet the one who has stood the test of time silently stands awaiting with faded hope for the tides to change.  Emperors oozing pus and blood leaving contamination desecrating sacred lands. Lavishly framed lies adorn a corpulent corpse.

Whilst distending belly’s cry out hunger pangs. EcleTrick forms of strangulation. Minefields populated by moronic maws spouting soiled vile sewer filth. Regurgitating carnage for breakfast.

Smudge. Sweep house. Sanctified Sweet Sage Do Your Work. Seer Circles unbroken.

Ancient ones shall have the last say.  Those who have an ear. Let them hear. Listen as the forest, woods, rocks and stones whisper cosmos secrets.

Pulling verses from the Akashic tribal scrolls.  Weaving braille dots upon stalwart stone.

The rocks cry out but who is listening.  Caught up in nondescript fluff. Know you not that even a found feather has a message to share? Pulling dreams and visions from limited senses. The Forest Speaks. The Forest yields. Ever sensitive to the clamber and clatter of hiking feet. Not tuned in but turned by external quests.

Once it was marching boots. Till Johnny came home. Till Custer had his day. Here is where the Blue and The Gray gave utterance. So many maimed, gutted and left by the roadside.

Oak, Fir, Spruce, Evergreen We have seen the dead from many a bloody battle and buried the fallen with our leaves and moss. Their blood coursing through multiple root systems transmitting nourishment and stories. The Griot speaks.

There will be no medals given here my friend. There will be No Medals given here. Only a few stones to mark the spot.

War. Riches man’s Fake bluster. False pride. Poor man’s duty.

Cassandra My Raven haired Fiery Sepia toned beauty. Who will believe your report?

There was wailing and weeping across the land Rachel sobbing for her children because they are nought.  The time of mourning is now at hand.

There is a Zephyr moving through the land.





Quirky Oddball Skeleton or What’s the Matter with Bob?

What’s the Matter with Bob? A bit dehydrated. Isn’t he?

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Quirky Oddball Coney Island Skeleton

What’s the Matter with Bob?

Did Bob not drink enough water? Laid out in the sun for too long? Did he fall off one of the rides? Too much time on the Roller-coasters? A clue to his name/tag/label on Instagram?  Who knows? Your guess is as good as mine!   In the meantime I think that somebody stole his Laptop!

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A Great day at Coney Island 



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or Check out my Video on YouTube.  Please excuse the shakiness of the video as I’ve yet to master my filming technique. The photographs in the above link at Roaming Urban Gypsy are much better.





White Guilt? Don’t Care.



A little while ago one of my white female followers felt she had to stick up for the white race by leaving comments about the goodness, kindness and compassion of white people regarding my post about the 100 year anniversary of the Silent March of 1917. She did not leave the offending comments on that specific Blog Post but the following one.

Of course I responded and as she saw that my stance was not changing she seemed to get more and more excited. Like I’m supposed to be grateful for a white person throwing some crumbs to me a strong proud Black Woman.  Keep your crumbs.  If you want a reward you’re not getting one from me.

Her responses became more and more frantic as the discussion went on. Finally she said All Lives Matter. The Call and Cry of American Liberal White folks. Nobody is arguing that all lives matter. We know this. Duh…  However if this were true there would have not been any 1917 Silent March protesting the lynching of Black Americans then or the Black Lives Matter demonstrations more or less protesting the same lynchings now in 2016/7.   Yes All Lives Matter but all lives are not in danger. Nor do all lives have the same risk.

Once she said bullshit she revealed her true nature and her greatest fear. That there are more Black people out there who feel the way I do.  And Yes BTW there are. Also not just Black people but other people of color as well.  You are coming up against a Strong Nation. A Strong People.  People who are Woke.  The New Black Panthers. The New Black Nation is rising up. Stoppable.

News Flash!!

Black People don’t need the approval, validation or acknowledgement of American white people. Stepin Fetchit, Rochester, Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben are all Dead. For the most part we don’t do that anymore. As for those of you who don’t know who the aforementioned people were. Google them. Learn some History.

We can spot Bullshit and white people being condescending a mile away

Becky or as we used to call you in my day Ms. Ann. It’s Not about you nor has it ever been or will be. You are not even on the radar.


Now I shall make my Contribution to Black Lives Matter and continue on with my vacation.

Hella Black!  Hella Proud!