Here is some more great, excellent, fabulous, outstanding Watercolor Artwork from my buddy Tanya! Ladies 50+ Please reach out to the young women in your community, your neighborhood and wherever the Spirit takes you. These young Women need your encouragement and support.
My Artist buddy who displays her artwork at 14th street Union Square Subway station.
Tanya is seeking to rent a room in an area safe for young Ladies. If you have a reasonable price room close to Manhattan please email me at deborah.palmer280@gmail.com and I will contact Tanya. Thanks.
Working as a museum security guard I don’t have much to give but I always make sure that Tanya has a few dollars. Tanya has a spirit of Gratitude and Thankfulness. We now share emails about once a week.
Though I was never able to have children of my own I find that God often sends me young women of all races and faiths who need encouragement. Those of us who have passed that half century mark…
Khia ~~ She who was born out of time and out of season into a world she knew not. One that she did not recognize nor did recognize her. She searched her cerebral cache finding memories of another planet, distant galaxy, alternate solar systems from which she sprang. The Remembrances came rushing through her cortex like speeding bullet trains. She could make no sense of them nor could she put them in chronological order. Often the Recollection trains ran upside down and backwards.
Indigo. Indigo Child. Where are you?
Be at Peace for Resurrection is near.
The Swift Dromedary brings Occasions of Joy.
For My Crown has never left me.
VISCERAL Concave Convex Corners
Divergent Tangents
Reclusive and Elusive. The Aura of Power EnGlobes her being.
The Goddess turns around The Ones that are True. She dwells within an Elliptical Orbit. An Ellipsis upon the planet. A Comet speeding through space in slow motion.
following Cursed Pallid Deformed One was like a Flotilla following a well oiled whale.
Twitchery henchmen & vassals
Here is where Khia meet Rhyan. Rhyan whose deathly pallor threatened to impale Khia upon sacred spear for she knew Khia was the sent one. The One who would cast Rhyan and her hirelings into Outer Darkness an exile of wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Lightening ushered forth from out of the ground, a phenomenon that startled Rhyan long enough for Khia to engage her powers. Khemet sat in the Heavens watching the entire exchange. Ready to answer the call. Clutching the power green crystal.
Strange plants began sprouting of the ground. Extra terrestrial super vegetation consisting of typically short plants with long narrow leaves, growing wild or cultivated on pasture, odd seed pods appeared strays from regurgitated bird food from winters long past that decided to grow.
These grassy reeds once summoned grew forth and multiply engulfing surrounding wild meadows. Roots spread like a little Army. Reedy Battalions lurking within the ground, awaiting Resurrection. Climbing writhing Dodder Cuscata Kudzu. Meandering filthy parasitic plants which engulf gatherers, silencing their voices contagious to Flora, Fauna, Animals and Humans. Stitching out their wicked feelers causing Ossification where ever they land.
Palnoor and Palsot in the Guise of Trillionths?
Do my eyes deceive me? Is this just an Ocular Delusion? Ah Yes. I have entered the Wheel of Time.
Were they photographs or living moving pictures. As each person viewed the photos they added to the story bringing the tale to mythical proportions.
True misanthropes of the sleaze and the flea circus.
The battle for the Garden of Possibilities had just begun.
Here on the Battlefield of Mercy Warriors fought. Wait for the Khemetic Voice.
Today I have finally begun unsubscribing from Blogs that feature Pop Ups, Ads and weird Follow requests that no amount of scrolling provides escape. As a person with a Visual Impairment it is almost impossible for me to read your blog posts with Ads and Pop Ups obscuring the text. Either make a plain Jane vanilla blog or insert something that will read the blog post for those with vision problems. It is not worth my while to be frustrated. I just unsubscribe.
And No I cannot download any software that prevents Pop Ups. I was given this Lap top back in 2013 and it can no longer accept downloads nor can I afford a new lap top. Now if anyone out there wants to buy me a laptop I accept all offers.
Oh Yes stop putting moving requests to subscribe to your blog. These request block the text and even when I try to scroll away from the request I cannot. The stupid thing follows me. Very annoying. BTW Put that Like Button on your page and in your emails. I know that sometimes WordPress kidnaps the Like Button but please don’t make me go looking for your like Button. More frustration.
This also applies to writers and authors. If you want the visually impaired community to read your books put them on Kindle or Audio Books. I am reading (for me listening is now reading) to a very funny Audio book using my Kindle. I’m also very Thankful for YouTube because right now as I’m getting ready for work I’m listening to The Holy Bible Book of Proverbs. Why because I can no longer read the Bible I’ve had for years. It’s also a reason to avoid church because when everyone gets up to read the scripture all I can do is listen to whatever the Pastor is saying and commit it to memory. Fortunately I’ve memorized many Bible scriptures from childhood so I can get the gist of what the sermon entails.
So now I say Farewell and Goodbye to all Blogs with Ads and Pop Ups. See ya!
Greetings fellow New Yorkers. If you live in the New York City area and have a clean, safe room for this gifted and talented young woman artist please contact me via the email listed on the original post. Help me to Help Tanya.
My Artist buddy who displays her artwork at 14th street Union Square Subway station
Tanya is seeking to rent a room in an area safe for young Ladies. If you have a reasonable price room close to Manhattan please email me at deborah.palmer280@gmail.com and I will contact Tanya. Thanks.
Working as a museum security guard I don’t have much to give but I always make sure that Tanya has a few dollars.
New York the City of Dreams. May All of Tanya Dreams come true.
The Chatty Grim Reaper ~~ Objects in the Mirror Are Closer than They Appear
Cloud Walker 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 my Daughter Mother Star~Child shall finish your course.
When the mothers are young She starts out like a cobweb like structure. A living breathing and growing colony. On the surface we may look like one intact structure but we are individual elements interdependent upon one another. The Larger and more mature Mothers are the more children she can support. Well developed Mothers have a symbiotic effect where the Daughter Mothers feed and nourish the Queen Mother and She them. The Queen Mother as well as the Daughter Mothers are nutrient and mineral rich colonies filled with enzymes, quarks, protons and neutrons. All minds are One Purpose.
Wait for the Khemetic Verse.
Parliament – Mothership Connection
But first Star-child 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.
Wait for the Khemetic Verse.
In the midst came blasts of Green Glazed Temples. Along with herself She took herself Soul Capture Device which recorded images and transferred them via sensor chips from brain to brain. She shook herself free from all limitations.
Then came a flurry of white Hatchlings like a blinding white Blizzard blanketing the sky. Pale white skin absent of color. Devoid of Life. A Sign of Death. With the white-out came the skeletal rider upon bony starvation horse leading lost souls to fancy white-washed Temples of Grandeur holding dead men’s bones.
Spores. Benediction. Blessing. Grace.
Wark! Wark! Cried Clumsily executed criminals who had suffered victims denying them mercy. Demented now sorrowful souls doomed to wander whited barren fields of broken tombstones.
Searching tomb stores filled with broken neck shadows wailing and gnashing of teeth. Crying out for peace yet peace was not to be found. For the torture they imposed upon others while in the earthly realm came forward to visit them cursing wicked ones to be wandering wailing shades and shadows. Neither betwixt nor between.
Psycho Barn House
Khia ~~ She who was born out of time and out of season into a world she knew not. One that she did not recognize nor did recognize her. She searched her cerebral cache finding memories of another planet, distant galaxy, alternate solar systems from which she sprang. The Remembrances came rushing through her cortex like speeding bullet trains. She could make no sense of them nor could she put them in chronological order. Often the Recollection trains ran upside down and backwards.
Indigo. Indigo Child. Where are you?
Be at Peace for Resurrection is near.
Writings from Decca.
The Swift Dromedary brings Occasions of Joy.
For My Crown has never left me.
Memory
recollection, remembrance
Vajra Guru Mantra (Sacred Chants Of Buddha)
Oshun and Shango Thundered from the Seas and Oceans into myriad Cosmos.
“Pale, Pallid, wan, ashen, bloodless, Waxen, Chalky, Pasty, washed out, ghostly, deathly
attempted to overpower, ruin and genocide the Red and The Black, The Burnt Sienna, Mela-nation of Queens and Kings but in the Year 2059 Ethiopia shall Rise Again!”
“Silver Eyes See No More but be my Prophet within the Land when we shall send you”
And from that Day Forth She saw Naught save the Mystical World within.
From thence descended a tingly feeling like pins and needles coursing through every pore, vein and artery. Like a powerful electric shock combined with Lunar Solar Eclipse except this was internal and not external.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 