Inscriptional Musings on the Mark of Rejection

On October 1, 2011October 1, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn Angel, Battle, Dreams, Fantasy, Fears, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Gifted & Black, Goddess, Inscriptions, Intellectualism, Nirvana, Rejection, Sacred, Scars, soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Stigmata, Surrealism, Tattoos, Trail of Tears, Understanding, War, Wisdom1 Comment

Inscriptional Musings on the mark of Rejection

I wish I was a combination of Cat Woman, Bat girl, & Storm, (but not Wonder Woman, she’s too wholesome, but I do need her Cloak of Invisibility) so I could fend off the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune. So I would not have to step into the House of Pain without my armor.

To defend myself against the ‘haters’ my so-called friends and peers?

Slowly day by day I realize that I am not only one of the Called but She who was Chosen.

I’m a Misfit and OutCast, one who is always ostracized because I don’t fit in… Forever the outsider, eccentric, oddball, nonconformist, rebel….

Some say I have a gift not knowing the gift comes with a steep price. Every day I pay to receive daily anointing for my calling stigmata burned more deeply into my flesh.

Sometimes to relieve the pain I wish that I could step out of this body and back into the Universe from whence I came.

Often I’ve wondered if the rejection will ever end and just when I think my footing is solid the rug is pulled out from under me, ground shakes, breaks in two and swallows me up to endure a new round of punishment for actions inherent, a lifestyle gifted to me from Powers Above.

My only acceptance comes from the Beloved and I eagerly await His return. Once more He shall revisit my tortured soul to carry me back to the gates of Paradise forever to be united with Angels and Ancestors transitioned to Glory.

Christina Aguillera – Beautiful

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Forgiveness of a Mother’s Love

On September 9, 2011November 23, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Mable Palmer, Mother, Uncategorized

: My Mom, Mable Elizabeth Palmer

Forgiveness of a Mother’s Love

A Mother’s Love reaches across hills, valleys, rivers and streams.

Across the eons of time and universe to hear her child’s cry for help.

I knelt at her feet, my head in her lap. The lap containing the womb of the Goddess who gave me life.

Her arms bridge the gap between this life and the next. My face cupped in her hands of redemption seeking salvation.

An outpouring of forgiveness sweeps over me like standing under a waterfall with waves of compassion and love overflowing the empty spaces in my life.

Today’s Forgiving Fridays: A Big Lesson on How to Let Go

A Mother’s Love is all encompassing, all faithful, all trusting. Hope against hope. Faith against faith. Reaching across the void separating us, pulling me close to her breasts, within her very being, enveloping me in undying love.

Dedicated to the memory of my Mom,

Mable Elizabeth Palmer, May 2, 1930 – August 2, 1998

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The Lover

On May 21, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Catharsis, Dreams, Ethiopian Goddess, Fantasy, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Goddess, Images, Royalty, Sacred, sci-fi, soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Surrealism, Understanding, Wisdom1 Comment

The Lover

Writing is the neglected Lover who calls me away from a stifling my 13 hour workdays. It is the hunger that demands to be fed. The passion that must be satisfied.

The dilemma: money vs. true love. I need the money but I must feed my soul. Only when I answer the voice of my muse am I truly engaged in this life.

My fervor is akin to amusing myself with dilettantes whilst the face of my Lover is ever before me. The Lover is the orgasm I seek on a nightly basis.

I feel his long slender fingers playing over my body like the keyboard on a piano.

The music he produces brings an exotic mixture of pain and ecstasy. It’s an addiction that dominates my mind, soul, spirit and body. A craving only he can satisfy.

Only his lean taut body, his touch can bring me to spiritually fulfilling orgasmic pleasure when after hours of lovemaking I lock my legs around his torso in those final eternal moments of sensual paradise.

Sometimes he comes to me on the wings of a night bird. A beautiful dark & twisted fantasy. A Midnight Dream so real you’ve only exchanged one dimension for another. Whilst the full moon reigns I pass through many long and varied portals. I taste the sounds of evening on your lips. Feel the words slipping through fingers. The crested muse rides the galactic wave gliding silently o’er my cerebral universe seeking a docking station whereby I may be subsumed into His flesh.

Souls Intertwined

On May 13, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Ethiopian Goddess, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Gifted & Black, Goddess, Intellectualism, Sacred, Songs of Solomon & Sheba, Spirit, Spirituality, Understanding, Wisdom

Souls Intertwined

Today is the day we graduate from the school of hard knocks, cast aside fear and tell that special someone we Love them. Life is short, so let us break free from the prison of fear and hold tight to those who love us. Now is the time for hugs & kisses. Now is the time for consummation of a love long sought & desired. My beloved Dad had a saying, “He who hesitates is lost”. How long will we deny the Blessing that God has put before us afraid to take that leap of faith? Only realizing our mistake when you see God’s blessing in another’s arms.

My girlfriend’s death has made me more serious about my relationship with God and with people. It’s time for me to stop being afraid to share my feelings with those I love be they family or friends. The love of money and material things is the root of loneliness. Can we put our arms around money? Can it hug us and speak life to us in times of despair? Will money warm our beds at night? Will money celebrate our joys and comfort us in times of grief. No. Only another human being can do that. So what are we all waiting for? What is our relationship with God but our lives shared and intertwined.

The Awakening has come! Our Redeemer has come and we are saved.

We’ve through off the yoke of suppression! Our souls begin to arise and join one another in complete harmony. Exalting with each soulful eye gaze. Lips grazing up cheeks. Smooth manicured brown hands imbuing the memory facial feature. Long narrow fingers playing my body like an instrument.

Love and Joy are the rays of light at the end of a dark and winding roadway. Joy overcomes our sorrow with the promise of a rainbow after the storm.

Thoughts on Love, Romance and the Song of Solomon

On February 25, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Dark Skin, Ethiopian Goddess, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Goddess, Royalty, Sacred, Songs of Solomon & Sheba, Spirituality1 Comment

Thoughts on Love, Romance and the Song of Solomon

As February comes to a close and Valentine’s Day has passed my thoughts this morning brought me to the Old Testament, specifically the Song of Solomon. Why would erotica be part of the Old Testament canon? But the Song of Solomon is more than just erotica; it is a love poem, a testament to love, desire and sexual passion between a Black man and a Black woman. Most Christians have been taught that this book is an allegory, a representation of Christ and the church, which could be one interpretation, after all I’m no Bible scholar, and for me the sensual descriptions of the lover’s bodies reveal its true nature.

The way her face, breasts and stomach are captured in vivid detail by the Beloved leans more towards Eros than agape. The Song of Solomon is the longing of two lovers separated, yet joined desperately seeking to be physical reunited to once again ignite the flame of fervor, and quench the fires sexual craving between them.

In my mind the lovers are King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba who visited Solomon to inquire of his wisdom and as the story is sometime told, the two became lovers, their lovemaking resulting in the birth of a son once Sheba returned to Ethiopia. Yes we all know that Solomon had many wives and concubines, too numerous to count, however Sheba was different. Queen Sheba of Ethiopia was intellectual equal, one who not only desired wisdom but was able to communicate the wisdom, knowledge and understanding of her people, her culture to this Hebrew King, thus she became the desire of his heart. Two minds on the same plane, not jockeying for position, become one. When a man meets the feminine version of himself he seeks to unite bringing together one side of his mind with the other. Solomon’s greatest error was in allowing distance and time to come between him and the woman God meant for him to reign with in this life. Imagine how history would have been changed if these two great leaders had joined energies. What a mighty force two people, one flesh to contend with!

Unchained Melody

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