Awaiting Ascension Juxtapositions — An Ode to Eden


Are we living breathing time capsules waiting to be opened by future generations?

Alive. Merely existing.

Unquiet extreme desperation for something more but we don’t know what that more is. Blend in. Blend in. Like a Chameleon. Validation mode on.

Fire Salamanders emerge from still hot ashes and charcoal bits whence Paul dipped his hand yet brought back his hand unscathed by neither flames nor poisons.

Creator demands that we be broken down into our Essential Elements.

Are we really primordial primates amphibian reptiles species awaiting Rebirth into the next level of Evolution?

Sentient beings searching for our next form. Next pattern. Next Dimensions, Galaxies and Multiple Universes.

We 20th Century born sat at the feet of our Elders absorbing our family oral traditions. Treasured Griots sharing knowledge, wisdom and understanding.

But how will our 22nd Century descendants interpret the Throwing of our old bones.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Long abandoned Blogs filled with dusty forgotten posts on desiccated lives. Forever seeking release from a wireless tangled Matrix.

Will we stand the test of time?

Or will Haramattan Sirocco winds blown from Pyramids and Sphinx wipe our Talking Heads from the Akashic Records.


Homage to Eden






My Thoughts on This Memorial Day


 

Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ceremony/

 

My Thoughts on this Memorial Day

 

Today we Americans Honor and Remember Those Who died in Battle.

Though my ancestors did not die in battle I still Honor their sacrifice.

First My Great, Great Grandfather who being a Free man remembered his sisters and brothers in slavery chains and joined the battle for Freedom.

William Henry Halstead

In December of 1863 my Great Great Grandfather, William Henry Halstead, who lived in Tarrytown, New York, traveled to New Haven, Connecticut to join the 29th Connecticut Colored Infantry.  On his Volunteer Enlistment papers it notes his occupation as a farmer.  He enlisted for three years and was discharged on the 24th day of October 1865.  He married and had five children.  William Henry Halstead passed away in 1888 and was buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Tarrytown, New York.  His wife moved to New York City with her five children.  Her children grew up in Harlem and belonged to various organizations such as Odd Fellows, Ladies of the Grand Army of the Republic and the Daughters of New York.

 

Edward Gordon Palmer

My Father Edward Gordon Palmer who served in Air Force during the Korean War.  Daddy dropped out of City College in New York to enlist in the Air Force. Fortunately My Dad was stationed state side and did not have to go to Korea but I’m still glad he Loved this country enough to volunteer.

Of course I’m also glad that after he ETS’d he went to work at Wright Patterson Air-force Base in Dayton, Ohio, was introduced to and married  my Mom Mable Palmer which resulted in myself and Stephen.  Obviously I mention my Dad because I Love him and still impressed that despite the fact Black Americans did not have Civil Rights as in every war since the American Revolution Black Americans have always stood up and defended our country always hoping and praying for the Double V.  Victory Overseas and Victory at Home.

As most of you already know I too served in the U.S. Army because despite the fact that America does not believe in Black people I still believe in her and what she could and should be for All Americans.

One day the hopes, dreams and prayers of my ancestors will be fulfilled and we will have that Victory at Home.

 

Edward G. Palmer Korean War

 

 

America My Country!  Sweet Land of Liberty!  Let Freedom Ring!

 

 

 

Waiting


 

 

Thursday photo prompt: Waiting #writephoto

 

Cave_waiting

 

These caves were the last glimpses of my homeland.  Once captured by the strange once pale now burnt red face. Creatures with filthy yellow hair who wore odd clothes and spoke a guttural harsh language we were kept without shade from the hot sun or warm cloths to protect us from the night air.  Water would be thrown on upon us forcing us to lap at our skins for moisture.  There was very little food. So little that my younger sister died from lack.  Once our captors saw that she had died they removed her chains and disposed of her body by throwing it into the fierce ocean.

Our tribal warriors had rushed the invaders trying to kill as many as possible so that we could be released but fire spears had murdered our most skilled yet the unexpected attack did create enough of a diversion for some who were not yet manacled to escape. But not me.  My chains held fast.

Finally the time came for us to leave this unholy chamber.  The blazing sun hurt my eyes after so many days in darkness.

Along with many others I was led away in chains.  Aboard boat that was easily the size of 24 of our village fishing boats.  From that point on I knew that I might never taste freedom again.  Yet off in the distance right before we were forced down into the maw of this vessel I saw my sweet sister amidst the Ancestral spirits Rising Up, Up, Up………….

 

 

 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman


 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman

 

Well Folks I’ve decided to embrace my gray/grey hair and the aging process. Yes I cut off all my hair very short something like the Warrior Women of Wakanda. My hair has undergone the changes of menopause, aging, stress, illness and disability resulting in thinning and hair loss. Those women over 50 understand what I’m talking about. If you are not yet 50 don’t worry age will catch up to you.

 
BTW, No I am not going to discuss my chronic illness and disabilities. That includes my vision loss. It is what it is. One does not have to look sick to be sick.
I do not want people’s pity so I will not entertain questions about my health. I find those questions and comments annoying and upsetting therefore they will be deleted. 
Once you have a disability there are some days you might feel better but there is No get better.  Being that I’ve been dealing with health issues for over ten years I’ve accepted, adapted and for the most part moved on.  I will Not allow this blog to become a disease of the month club.
My Relationship with God is #1, Then My Brother Stephen, after that my creativity as expressed through my writing, photography (Please check out my blog, Roaming Urban Gypsy) and my artwork.

A Warrior Woman showcases her strengths not her weakness!

Instead I’m focusing on what I can still do. My abilities. Not my disabilities. Mostly my photography and Mixed Media Picture/Photo Collage skills.  I’m moving forward with my skills, talents, gifts and abilities.  Thinking Positive from now on Not negative!
 

Here are photos of my new look and my artwork! Happy Dance!

Wakanda Forever!!

Wakanda Warrior Woman Pose

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African-American Warrior Queen

African Goddess