Color Him Father. Color Him Love ~~ Father’s Day 2015

On June 21, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn African King, Edward Palmer, Father's Day7 Comments

The Winstons – Color Him Father

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY IN HEAVEN DADDY!! WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU ALWAYS! LOVE, DEBORAH & STEPHEN

My Dad was everything a man should be as a husband and Father. Rough times when any lesser man would have left my Dad stepped up to the challenges of life and carried us through. If it had not been for Daddy Stephen and I would not be here today. He raised us to be honest, hardworking, caring and thoughtful. For 36 years I was blessed to call Edward Gordon Palmer my Dad. The lessons he taught me are still in my heart, soul and spirit. Color him Father. Color him Love. #FathersDay

Happy Father’s Day to all my Blog Family and Friends. Dads enjoy your special day. For those of you who have lost your Dads let good memories flow through your day. Men for those whose Father was not a part of your life or was not active in your life be the Father to your children that you wanted for yourself when you were a child. Be Loving, caring, compassionate Father to your children whether you’re with the mother or not. Kids need two parents. Fathers are an important part of a child’s life. Don’t allow anger with your ex- to spoil your relationship with your kids. Men your kids need you. Not things. Not sneakers. Not iPhones, laptops, tablets, etc… Yes they do need food, clothing, and a place to live but the best you can give to your children is your time. Laugh with your kids. Make jokes. Hug them. Treasure those funny little drawings and misshapen gifts from shop class. Most of all tell your kids you Love them not just through words but by action. My best memories of my Dad are all the weekends he took us out to give my mother a break. I don’t always remember the details of the trips

but I treasure time spent with Daddy.

The King had found his Queen and for 40 years they reigned together.

Edward G. Palmer Korean War — Edward G. Palmer
Korean War

Stephen, Me & Daddy at my 1977 High School graduation.

Dad's 1st car early 1950s. DeBorah Ann Palmer — Dad’s 1st car early 1950s. DeBorah Ann Palmer

A Greater Love

On May 24, 2015June 8, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn DeBorah, Edward Palmer, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Stephen Vincent Palmer, The New York Times15 Comments

The New York Times did an article on my brother Stephen who has Autism and me. Please click the link and take time to read this eye opening article of our lives. My hope is that this revealing article will not only change our lives but the lives of other people who have developmentally disabled siblings. Please share this post with your networks. Thank you.

For Everything a Reason

On March 21, 2015March 22, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn 2 Timothy 1:7 New King James Version (NKJV), Blind boys of Alabama, Edward Palmer, F.E.A.R ~~ False Evidence Appearing Real, Fears, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Nubian Ninja, Nzingha, Sassafras, way down in the hole2 Comments

Ian Brown – F.E.A.R.

https://youtu.be/8f8wAXDZ9D0

2 Timothy 1:7 New King James Version (NKJV)

⁷For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.

F.E.A.R ~~ False Evidence Appearing Real

We hide behind that Wall of Silence thinking if I’m just quiet enough I can slip under the radar. They won’t see me. I can hide and everything will be alright not knowing or not caring that Silence = Death.

We’ve become a society of trained apathetic circus clowns who when the powers that be say jump we ask how high. If we shuck and jive continually bowing down to the institution plantation head clowns. If we kiss their ass long enough perhaps we will be permitted the privilege of being allowed to slave another day.

Reduced to a mass of sniveling groveling cowards we’ve sold our birthrights for the few crumbs that drop from the Overseers table. We rant and rave against Ferguson, Staten Island and other atrocities but back away from the injustice in our own backyards. Completely ignoring all the weapons within reach, easily at our disposal. All we have to do is pick them up use them but instead we say it’s not happening to me so I’m safe. Safe for how long? Who guarantees that you’ll magically be released at the age of 62 or now 66? There are no outside saviors.

It’s you that will make a difference. Do you really think that by ignoring the cries of others that evil, harm, & wickedness won’t come your way? You’re living in a glass bubble. And why post scriptures of peace, love and redemption without acknowledging that even Jesus got angry and threw the money-changers out of the Temple. But No we mix idly among thieves, robbers, rapists, stalkers tethered to electronic mind numbing devices entranced by technological marvels ignoring the mud and filth accumulating on our clothes while building empires in the sand. Yes the brainwashing has been completed successfully and the new slave masters smile from on high. Disconnect. Disconnect. Disconnect.

Nzingha African Warrior Queen & Priestess

Interesting how some men feel that women should sit down, shut up and be quiet when it comes to abuse, bullying, stalking, threats and/or sexual harassment. If it happens to the woman personally or friends of her, she is cautioned to keep quiet because the attacker is of an alabaster hue and she resides in Ebony. Too late. Pillsbury Dough-boy meet the Nubian Ninja.

When I was a kid I heard some Black people say, “If you’re white you’re alright. If you’re Brown stick around. If you’re Black get back!”

That was then. This is now. Those days and that bullshit thinking is over.

#WomensLivesMatter

But any attempts to silence me will only cause me to cry out louder, talk more, yell, scream, fight and organize against injustice. Never tell a woman who has survived being battered, abused and harassed to hold her peace. I already bear the scars of war so what’s a few more? Yes there should be an expectation of safety in your home, at your workplace, house of worship and school. Not only will I stand up for myself but also for any woman who needs me and requires my assistance. Who taught me to be such a Sassafras? Edward G. Palmer. I am my Father’s Daughter. I am a Soldier. I am a Righteous Warrior of God. I am unafraid. Who took up the Sword in my defense? My Mother Mable Elizabeth Palmer. I am My Mother’s Daughter. Warrior Queen!

You Gotta Keep the devil Way Down in the Hole.

Blind boys of Alabama, way down in the hole

https://youtu.be/mzIuUW9VUr0

Breaking All Chains and Shackles

On August 2, 2014August 2, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, Africa, African American Queen, African Goddess, America, Ancestor, Ancestry, Angel, Army, Battle, Broken Angels, Broken Bones, Broken Hearts, Buddha, cacophony, Catharsis, Craving, Creativity, Damaged Goods, DeBorah, deception, Deliverance, Delusions, Depression, despair, Dissonance, Dreams, Edward Palmer, Ethiopian Goddess, Eva Gordon Palmer, Evangelists, Explore, Faith without Works is Dead, Fallen Angels, Family History, Family Tree, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Genetic lineage, Genetic Memory, Goddess, Hattie Finney Banks, Innovation, Inquisitive, Japan, Jerome, Jerry, Jesus, Knowledge, Koyaanisqatsi, Lost Souls, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Mable Palmer, Memory, Menopause, Mother, Mother over Israel, Nirvana, profane, Redemption, Refuge, Rejection, Religion, Rescue, Riders on the Storm, Sacred, Sanctuary, Scars, Songs of Solomon & Sheba, sorrow, soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Stigmata, Tree of Knowledge, Uncategorized, Vision, Vision Quest, Walking Wounded, War, Wisdom, Woman

Despite the Challenges and setbacks in life my journey takes me to new places, new discoveries and new learning experiences.

Within the Soul the two natures of man exist each seeking the preeminence and each wanting to be the dominant force. The Sacred and the profane.

The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man George Grey Barnard (American, Bellefonte, Pennsylvania 1863–1938 New York) — The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man
George Grey Barnard (American, Bellefonte, Pennsylvania 1863–1938 New York)

A Lost Soul finds her way home. Chains are being Broken.

Tasha Cobbs — Break Every Chain

My Awakening has happened over a period of time. I went into the next phase of my Womanhood as I entered Menopause. Truly over the last several years as I entered my 50s, (I’m 55 now) I’ve undergone a revealing Change of Life. The Universe has opened up new portals and realms in which I travel taking on the mantle of being an Elder. I take my place within the Council of Elders as I march towards Infinity = Eternity.

The Heavens opened up and all my Ancestors, African, Native American, Christian, Buddhist, Indigenous Faiths began speaking to me on next steps in Life. I truly believe in the Scripture that says, “The Steps of the Righteous are Ordered by the Lord.” I’m discovering the Galaxies within. Through my Kindred Ancestors I’ve found into to Leap Forward I had to step back confronting my fears honestly with faith, gentleness, Wisdom and Understanding. I gather each of my broken pieces, honor the Divinity of each shard, embrace my tears, and like Isis I’ve gathered the pieces of my scattered tribes and Ethiopia is Reborn! Shall these dry bones live? Yes says the Creator of the Universe! Once again I sing the Songs of Solomon and Sheba.

Habakkuk 2:2-3 New International Version (NIV)

The Lord’s Answer

²Then the Lord replied:

“Write down the revelation
    and make it plain on tablets
    so that a herald may run with it.
³For the revelation awaits an appointed time;
    it speaks of the end
    and will not prove false.
Though it linger, wait for it;
    it will certainly come
    and will not delay.

The Land of the Rising Sun embraced me as I entered the Border-less Gardens.

Live the Sankofa bird I’ve returned to myself. Despite raging battles without and within my Calling and Passion as a Scribe bid me come forth to record my Voyage. Grounded in the Lily. Supported by the Lotus.

The Queen has returned to her Queendom. She sits upon her Throne whilst reigning over the Seven Lands, A Judge and a Mother over Africa, Israel and the Americas.

Judges 4 & 5.

Isaiah 54:1-3 New International Version (NIV)

The Future Glory of Zion

54 “Sing, barren woman,
    you who never bore a child;
burst into song, shout for joy,
    you who were never in labor;
because more are the children of the desolate woman
    than of her who has a husband,”
says the Lord.
²“Enlarge the place of your tent,
    stretch your tent curtains wide,
    do not hold back;
lengthen your cords,
    strengthen your stakes.
³For you will spread out to the right and to the left;
    your descendants will dispossess nations
    and settle in their desolate cities.