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






Impermanence and Grace


 

 

Panthera

 

Canopic Jar Tiye

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snow Leopardess

Meet The Silver Fox

 

 

 

 

 

The Snow Leopardess ~~ She be Faith, Fury & Fire

Agility, Strength and Resilience

Possessed of Fierce Fighting Skills ~~ A Feline Ninja Who Vanquishes both prey and foes

 

In Moon-time Epochs Long Gone She carried the seed of Moses delivering a future King to Solomon’s Abraham

 

Atlantic beach waves lapping a Goddess relaxes along the shore. Gray heads nod to grey heads. Sunrise on the Dnieper flows near.

Dipping into the Reviving ocean tides she relives girlhood glee encompassed within the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slipping into the Season of Sixty

When I was a young woman my Dad used to say that I had to get dressed up just to take the garbage out! LOL! Yes I was a real clothes horse for a long time. Cue in the Carly Simon song, “You’re so Vain.” Always keeping up appearances. Everything had to be just so. Especially after I entered my 50s and the gray hair that was once a small area began to take over my entire head.

Time and circumstance always has lessons for us. Finally earlier this year I stopped coloring my hair. I let it be all white. I seldom get pedicures anymore and as for manicures that was rare for me anyone. Stopped worrying about my uni-brow and my menopause mustache.

As I get closer to age 60, (Feb. 2019) my goal is to just stay healthy. I have nobody to impress. I’m not trying to win the Ms. America or Ms. Universe pageant. Freedom is not having to impress people especially men. I always wanted to look good for guys. But my dating days are long over with and my focus is on other more important goals.

60 is not the new 20! Body parts will go south. That tummy fat is here to stay. In August a short time after I retired I went to Coney Island beach only about an hour away by subway. Thanks to Uncle Sam and my U.S. Army training it’s natural for me to get up early. At 5:00 am I’m ready to tackle the world. Arriving at the beach around 8:15 am I was in the company of many elders especially the Russian immigrants who live in the Brighten Beach/Coney Island neighborhood. Gray heads see grey heads. We nod in silent greeting and acknowledgement.

People in their 60s, 70s and 80s. Ladies unafraid to wear 2 piece bathing suits. Walking with a spouse or a beloved dog. Taking their early morning walks and sunbaths. I felt great. Waded in the water. Totally unconcerned about my looks. I’ve been wearing my hair natural for years and I recently decided to cut it all off back in April so other than a trip to the barber getting wet is no problem.

For me Freedom is getting older and accepting myself. Freedom is silencing my critical inner voice. Acceptance and adapting to my upcoming senior years.

Sixty. Yes I’m truly looking forward to that birthday on Feb. 2019.

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

 

 

 

A Photo a Week Challenge: The Power Of Black Women


 

 

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The Power of Black Women

Black HerStory Month

 

Black Women have been pretty much ignored and Left out of the Women’s History and Feminist Movements in America. We are excluded from the predominately white feminist narratives.

Our stories rarely get told and are certainly not in the history books.  You rarely if ever see Black Women recognized in the Suffragette or Modern Day Feminism.  Few if any white female feminists spoke up when Sandra Bland was murdered by the police and take note that over 50% of white women voted for the racist KKK sexist pervert who currently illegally occupies the Oval Office.  ‘Nuff Said.  Case Closed.

Today I Honor and Salute  Shirley Chisholm, Mae Jemison, Fannie Lou Hamer, Ella Baker, Mary McLeod Bethune , Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, The Queen of Sheba, Assata Shakur, My Biblical Namesake A Judge Over Israel DeBorah whose exploits can be found in the Book of Judges Chapters 4 & 5.

Queen Mother Moore whom I had the Honor of meeting when I was in my 20s.  Queen Mother Moore reminded me that I’m African first and always!

 

The True Founder of the #MeToo Movement ~~ Tarana Burke

 

http://www.ebony.com/news-views/black-woman-me-too-movement-tarana-burke-alyssa-milano

 

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We are Warriors, Queens & Pharaohs

Me DeBorah Ann Palmer aka Sp4 Palmer who served a country that neither Loves nor respects me.  U.S. Army ~~  November 1977 to November 1981

I remain now and forever a Soldier in the cause for Black Women.  Ready for Battle and Prepared for War.

 

http://www.forharriet.com/2014/02/27-black-women-activists-everyone.html

 

27 black women activists everyone should know

 

http://www.forharriet.com/2014/02/27-black-women-activists-everyone.html

 

As far as the most influential Women in my family First, Foremost and always #1 is my Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer

 

 

Both my Grandmothers Hattie Finney Banks and Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

 

 

 

My Female Ancestors

 

 

BLACK WOMAN ~~ KNOW THYSELF

WE ARE NUBIAN QUEENS AND GODDESSES

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Black Panther Movie Review


The Black Panther Movie was Great, Excellent, Fabulous and Fantastic!! Brilliant! It was wonderful to see Africans as Heroes and Heroines!  Black People in Charge!  We are the Heroic Voice with the story told from a Black viewpoint!

Reigning and ruling in a Civilization more technological advanced than any European one! Africans! Black People! With power and authority! Rulers! Kings and Queens!

Unlike the lies that Europeans and white Americans have fed Blacks across the Diaspora for years that we were heathens, savages, and in need of their Euro-Centric Christianity. Africans had their own advanced systems, cities, kingdoms and faith based systems that suited us. Praise to the Ancestors!

Not to say that the story is one sided because there are enemies from within as well as from outside.

Yes there were white people in the audience but certain dialogues and situations resonated more with Black people. Without giving any too much one scene where a white American asks a stupid question and the Sister responds Yes Colonizer. 

(Yes Europeans invaded Africa stole our resources, land and people in the name of Christianity) with a knowing smile on her face. Or when the white guy touches the King and the Black Female Warrior says that if he touches you one more time that she will Spear him to the table. That resonates with me because some white people have a bad habit or unauthorized touching. Slavery is gone and no we are not your pets! So keep your hands to yourself. Personally I hate being touched and have had to stop myself from punching touchy feeling white folks in the face.

TRUTH!!

Plus the movie has Dark Skinned Black Women as Warriors and Kingdom Guardians! Those Dark Skin SiStars Kick Ass!!

At the end of the film every Black Person in the audience Stood up and Cheered! Now that’s a Powerful movie! Outstanding! I highly recommend that every Black Person see this movie!

 

UNASHAMEDLY AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY BLACK & PROUD!

BLACK POWER!