Chatty Grim Reaper’s Harvest

On September 28, 2017October 21, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn "I Dreamed of Rain"-Jan Garrett & JD Martin, Chatty Grim Reaper's Harvest, Psalm 18:33 New American Standard Bible (NASB), Uncategorized2 Comments

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)

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

Break Free and Come Forth!

Rapture!

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

Libation

On October 9, 2016October 9, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn "I Dreamed of Rain"-Jan Garrett & JD Martin, Jimmy Cliff - Many Rivers To Cross, Psalm 137:1-4, rain, Rain Showers, Rivers of Babylon-The Melodians, Uncategorized, Underwater Sculpture in Honor of Africans Thrown Overboard, Weather6 Comments

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It’s a rainy Sunday here in New York. Chillier than yesterday. Neither good nor bad. Just is. Sunday a day of reflection and worship for many Christians. I’m not a regular church goer. My attendance in a brick and mortar building is a rare occurrence. Gradually the Baptist Faith of my youth has morphed into an appreciation and Liberation from the confines, dogma and doctrine of the traditional church. All faiths both traditional and indigenous for me have become one. All are pieces of the original stone. Yet I feel the call of my Ancient Ancestral beliefs calling me home. I Long for the Zion of Africa.

Psalm 137:1-4

New King James Version (NKJV)

Longing for Zion in a Foreign Land

137 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
²We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
³For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

⁴How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

Rivers of Babylon-The Melodians

For me I imbibe the magnificence of Creation more and more through Mother Nature herself. Even if I can’t be near a park or beach because of my heavy work schedule I see myself walking the beach early in the morning when there are only the seagulls flying overhead, the ebb and flow of waves lapping at sand. Or I’m at the park. Perhaps Central Park or Prospect Park. Touching the trees, heavy protruding boulders, taking off my shoes making that connection to land.

I crave Oneness with Gaia, The Goddess, Mother Nature. African and Native American prior to the Colonizer. Praises to Oshun!!

Any Green-space where Gaia has left her mark in millennium stones, rocks and boulders pushed surface up that speak of eons past.

One hand touches rocks and stones. Voices of Tribal past speak Wisdom into my Life. Feet Grounded within Earth, Sand and Seas.

All geological evolutionary eras merge as one.

I was there at the Jordan baptizing Jesus. My flowing locs once jet black now white with mystical waves. I shook my bountiful mane and the earth trembled. Oshun welcomes back her prodigal son.

Oshun pushed aside Neptune and gathered up her children drowned lost in Middle Passage. Watery graveyard. We search for each other. Shackled together. Far from the Motherland of our birth.

Brought on deck. Bound. Iron to Iron. Men. Women. Some pregnant. Children. Tossed like so much excess baggage from the good ship Amistad.

We cried out to the Goddess for Salvation. Swept away into the Abyss. Poseiden stepped on our necks and took our breath away. Only the Goddess of Our Royal Bloodline can redeem us. Our Orisha came and gathered our spirits into Her Bosom.

Meditate on Her. Meditate on Her.

I am She who was from the Beginning. I Birthed the Earth into Existence. All others who came after are just minor manifestations of true Grace. Manifestations of the Original Reigning Goddess.

She poured fragrant Libation upon our weary souls. She oiled the depths of our spirits. Deliverance was nigh. The New Sojourner Truth criss-crosses the Land gathering. Gathering. Sowing. Reaping. Transformation.

https://youtu.be/SF3IktTk_pQ

Psalm 137:1-4

New King James Version (NKJV)

Longing for Zion in a Foreign Land

137 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
²We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
³For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

⁴How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

JIMMY CLIFF – rivers of babylon

https://youtu.be/YdDCu-x8ew8

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118607/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amistad_(film)

http://www.ninasimone.com/2013/01/underwater-sculpture-in-honor-of-africans-thrown-overboard/

https://youtu.be/FnWjucpq948

Jimmy Cliff / Many Rivers To Cross

https://youtu.be/VLb5LJMFLCs

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2014/09/03/seed/

Ibeyi – River

“I Dreamed of Rain”-Jan Garrett & JD Martin

Pangaea ~~ Lysrisha Births the Universe | Unicorn Mountains

On April 3, 2016April 3, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn "I Dreamed of Rain"-Jan Garrett & JD Martin, Trip to Unicorn Mountain, Uncategorized6 Comments

Pangaea ~~ Lysrisha Births the Universe

Unicorn Mountains

In the time of Before, Lysrisha became one flesh with her Temple Lover Nucleus. Surrender tantric smiles. Glisten with Glee. The little death has brought me thee. My barren landscape is fertilized with your droplets of liquid malaise vibrating balm. Joy has entered my womb for now there will be cell division and procreation ensuring that our species will go on.

Lysrisha squatted down as her head birthed the Cosmos a dynamic whorl manifested all the known nations. She cried out I am the seed giving Mother impregnating, absorbing, producing, preserving and Creating. My egg is the potent nourishing seedlings of luminosity. Devotees draw near to me. A thin diaphanous veil is all that separates Creator, Destroyer and Renovator. Reign. Rain.

Three SiStar Ninth Dimension Changelings: Pangeia, Merlina, and Samsara.

Valley flowers arose from the dewy mysts producing the most delectable scents and fragrances. Three of the most scrumptious Valley Flowers were the SiStar Changelings Pangeia, Merlina, and Samsara. SiStar Pangeia sprang straight from the heart of Mother Pangaea, Merlina was conceived via magic, and Samsara was the gift of the eternities.

Often they danced the Labyrinth, seeding the fields playfully chanting,

“Three Girls. Bouncy curls. Girlhood wanes so quickly. Raven, Red and Golden Brown.”

Daughter Pangeia gently pushed forward her winged Pegasus Unicorn Mare who with a gentle whinny and shake of her magnificent mane slowly lifted upwards allowing Daughter Pangeia to survey local territories and city-states in preparation for the eight year Mandala pilgrimage. The pilgrimage allowed all the inhabitants of Pangaea to co-exist in peace for epochs. In the eighth year of harvest season townsfolk and villagers traveled great distances to gather at Mandala to dance the Labyrinth and to give Thanks to the Goddess for her limitless bounty.

One day whilst Daughter Pangeia was scanning the land for a suitable place to hold the Mandala celebratory ceremony a huge comet felled the skies striking one large river making it two. River good. River evil. River evil was an optic delusion designed to lure unsuspecting travelers with the appearance of clear crystal lakes suitable to drink from but turned out to be quicksand bogs causing many lost lives.

This greatly troubled Daughter Pangeia. She immediately flew to the mountain chambers where she and her SiStars resided for council.

After relating all that she had observed Daughter Pangeia sat together in the established Divine Cosmic Circle held hands during which Samsara communed with the spirit worlds receiving instruction.

Samsara

“Once I was baptized by hieroglyphics and clear cave markings. Mother Pangaea tattoos now imprinted on feeble minds. Blood red raindrops on wet sand. Sulphur burn odor twitched many sensitive nostrils. Many incarnations are we! Many incarnations are we! We make our homes Divine Temples.”

Let us celebrate the goddess energy!

Mama YAYA!! We give you honor and praise! We treasure this intermingling of souls. And the People could Fly!! They could Fly Away!! Far, far Away!! Take Wing and Soar above into the Heavenly Realms of Light…………….

“I Dreamed of Rain”-Jan Garrett & JD Martin

Trip to Unicorn Mountains

As I ascend Unicorn Mountains I beheld the Kaleidoscope Mandela off in the distance. As if summoned by the Reflecting Goddess a Ruby Red Sepia Pegasus/Unicorn appeared. She shook her magnificent bronze sepia Mane turned into my direction and swept me up onto her back in flight over endless majestic domains.

Instead of snow the mountaintop was covered with Lime white green foam. Ocean breakers against soft rocks and craggy shores leading me to ancient caves filled with prehistoric hand-prints. Hands. So small. Small like mine. My size.

I could not resist. I placed my palm into her palm.

Rustic breezes surged through my being as they pan their way over pastoral mountaintop landscapes. The briny deep. Moon-soon. Sirocco. Haramatan. Abandoned and Invisible bodies littered the dry heart fields. The Mariners Temple is still in the bones. Rituals and rites last all every nights…. Regeneration.

Can these dry bones live?