Will it Go Round in Circles?







Will it Go Round in Circles?


Billy Preston – Will It Go Round in Circles






Celebrate Yourself!

Baby Boomer Ladies over 50+ Live your Life like it’s Golden!

I’m Gucci Baby!! Woo hoo!

Roaming Urban Gypsy

Celebrate 58!

For all the 50+ Ladies Yes we live in a youth centered, youth oriented society that often neglects or ignores Women over 50 but together we can uplift ourselves. We can and should celebrate ourselves. No looking for acceptance or confirmation from a man. Validate yourself. No competition with or from the younger generation.

Pretty much outside of hair color, lipstick and mascara I’m make-up free. I was never big on make-up even when I was in my teens and 20s. Now when I was in my 30s I had bad outbreaks of cystic adult acne. Fortunately when I entered my 40s then acne disappeared.

Yes my body is aging but I’ve overjoyed to be 58 and am looking forward to turning 59 at the end of Feb. 2018!

The Big 60 will be here February 2019.

Be proud of making it to and over that half century…

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Chatty Grim Reaper’s Harvest



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Chatty Grim Reaper’s Harvest

Khia’s Harvest Journey Travels

A Cloud Walker Goes on a Vision Quest


Khia much recovered excused herself from dinner table to out to the forestwood moss-glenn. Gathering stones to trip over Lake-pond had a soothing effect on her confused weary soul. Scripted answers and Old Wives tales breathed Khia. That’s all I get from the Venerable Ones!

The smells of flowers, plants, bushes and trees intoxicated Khia’s brain. Khia lay back on virulent mossy leaves with her bare feet resting upon the stones who then began to speak into her toes. Transmuting antediluvian wisdom but not in order making it nearly impossible for Khia to decipher the rapid fire messages. So Khia prayed to Sojourner Goddess anchor your canvas skin shelters near mine that I may gain the wisdom, knowledge and understanding beyond that of the Venerable Ones! Let me Not be swept away by the strong currents of Medicine River prematurely ending my earthly suspension. Imprint upon me my portion that I may fulfill my granted Harvest.

Khia. Compassion is a Form of Resistance and Defiance.

Are you ready to create an Insurrection?

Are you able to quench the fires of convention?

Can you rebuke the devourer and save the Uncharted Land?

To do so you must enter the Dark Light. A world transverse with both sacred and unholy beings ready to do battle to protect their territory. I shall place you in a strict regime of study and tutoring. Molding you as the Potter molds the clay. Spinning, shaping and weaving. The wheel and the Loom shall come together.

It is time for you to sit the Petal Stool. For here are the romantic stories and old Legends that must become embedded within your soul and spirit in preparation for battle. Come Let Us Walk in the Mountains for all answers and solutions reside in them. It is yours by Divine Right. The Pleasures of Solitude shall be your Saving Grace. As Moses had Aaron and Zipporah so shall you receive Brother Khemet of the Great Green Crystals.


Back home June Bug spoke Lightening to Le’Andra and Le’Andra answered back with Thunder. Khia’s ready you know. Her curiosity cannot be overcome. Her calling must receive response. It is her time. Khia’s time. She must withdraw.

Yes spoke Le’Andra in silent thought transference. Her behavior. Her special behavior. I too sensed the Mountains speaking but it frightened me so and I don’t want to let go. Not many have survived the machinations of the Chigy-Nomay. But I knew she was chosen absorbing her late mother’s last breaths of childbirth and fighting her way out of afterbirth cowl. She is assembling life from ancestor memories separating iKons from glitter trash as Andorra energy evolves within her being.

Together June Bug and Le’Andra resonated It is Time for Khia to Sit the Petal Stool.

The Mountain Petal Stool. 

Raising her hands upwards Kinks and Koils ascending from her crown Khia shouted to the Universe and Venerable Earth Mother took her up in the Golden Chariot arraying in the finest silks and satins to wander the paths of the Green gold Mountain Labyrinth walking the Dream lines in perfect synchronicity. There the Muses and Fates met her to acknowledge the first Dream Test.

Psalm 18:33

New American Standard Bible (NASB)

33 He makes my feet like hinds’ feet,
And sets me upon my high places.

Break Free and Come Forth!


Open the Dream Palace to the UnVeiled Mysteries!

Adore the Light! Yes Venerable Earth Mother I will Adore the Light!

Orishas and Luna Adore the Light! Meditate on Luna Light!

Earthship passed betwixt sun and Moon.

I have been waiting for you. Waiting always. In the midst out of the Myst came the Whistler. The Whistler who was present at my birth. There for my Mother’s transition now appeared in Her Full Glory of bright vivid raiment bedecked with Jewels that I might attain my purpose and mission. Her tightly coiled Locs were red, blue, and violet hues free flowing whipping in the breeze of arrival.

Your Mothers was a truncated race but you shall finish your course. I shall send Brother Khemet with the Sacred Crystal when the need arises.

But first let us attend to the mundane. I need no sustenance as I am in my Ascended body but you have not yet attained and require earthly nourishment.


Urchins in the well.





Welcome to the Dinner Party



































Whose Flag?

Whose Flag?


Whose Flag? The flag that ignited the Trail of Tears and condemned my Native American Ancestors far from their Promised Land?

The Flag that ignited Manifest Destiny and stole, robbed, cheated and raped millions of Indigenous peoples to broken treaties, destruction and death.

The Flag that ignited the slave ships of the Middle Passage where my African Ancestors were kidnapped from the Motherland. Denied their heritage. Their religion. Their customs and traditions.  And what of those thrown overboard as so much excess baggage.  Or the others who jumped rather than condemn generations to slavery and Jim Crow.

The Flag that ignited the Dred Scott decision telling us we are only 3/5ths of a man? Where are we in the signing of the Declaration of Independence? Do you see any Native or African Americans in those paintings? Not even any women!  So do we salute a flag, a symbol of colonialism, slavery, Jim Crow and racism? Since we were not included by the Founding Fathers most of whom were slave owners?


Do we honor a flag that forced my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents to get off the sidewalk when white people approached? Get to the back of the bus. Settle for sub-standard schools and housing. Forced sterilization which was done throughout the Southern Bible Belt states.

The flag of Dixie-crat racist Strom Thurmond whose death revealed the Black Daughter he had kept hidden for nearly 70 years?

Read the story of Fanny Lou Hamer one of the Mothers of the Civil Rights Movement.





What of our white Sisters and brothers like Murders of Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner up to and including Heather Heyer? White Americans who fought evil and lost their lives. Does the flag represent them?

Does this flag represent the two Indian engineers who were murdered or the Chinese doctor who was dragged from his airplane seat?

Did that flag represent the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882.



What of the Japanese Americans who were stripped of all their worldly goods and sent to camps just because they resembled the enemy?  And By the Way who is our enemy?

What of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama–a church with a predominantly black congregation that served as a meeting place for civil rights leaders where  Four young girls were brutally killed.

What of the the nine who were murdered last year in South Carolina during a Bible study by one whom they welcomed as a fellow Christian but who turned out to be a demon.

Tell me again why I should put my hand over my heart or in my case salute since I am a U.S. Army Veteran for this flag. This flag who denied my Korean War Veteran Dad who was in uniform and hungry. Who tried to get a hot dog and the white man said we don’t serve Niggers?

Tell me why this flag and this country whom my Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead who fought in the Civil War still denies it’s promise to me and all his descendants?

Did and was this flag the covering for the slave master who barged into my Great, Great, great, great Grandmother’s slave cabin late at night and forced himself on her?

Did and was this flag the covering and excuse for the Married Redneck Drill Sgt coming to my barracks and calling my name after hours?

Tell me again why we honor this flag and why does this cloth not live up to it’s promise to ALL Americans?









Wow!! I received an overwhelmed amazing response to this on my photo blog Roaming Urban Gypsy. It was incredible. My words resonated with many people. So many of us are forced to hide our true selves. Our true honest feelings. We wear the mask and play the part. However on my nightly 1:00 am travels to Penn Station to catch the subway train home this abandoned pink bike captured my thoughts. So beautiful yet abandoned.

Roaming Urban Gypsy

Abandoned. I know this feeling. I know that land.

In the midst of the maddening crowd yet still unknown. In the land of dark mournful streets. Waiting on someone to sing the dirge. Lay siege to emptiness.  Oh Yes. Abandoned is a place I know well. Too well. Virtually ignored save by one of a familiar tribe. Neglected. Abandoned.

I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out before Him my complaint; before Him I tell my trouble.  Psalm 142:1-2 NIV

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