Blessed and Highly Favored


 

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Harmonize

I woke up this morning with this song on my mind.  In the midst of struggle and challenges God will send you messages of Love and support. Know that the Lord is with you no matter what you are going through.  The Bible says That No Weapon formed against us shall prosper.  The Lord harmonizes our hearts and minds.  The storm shall not destroy us.  I shall receive my reward if not in this world then the next. I Trust God.

 

Isaiah 54:17

New King James Version (NKJV)

17 No weapon formed against you shall prosper,
And every tongue which rises against you in judgment
You shall condemn.
This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord,
And their righteousness is from Me,”
Says the Lord.

 

Luke 1:28

New King James Version (NKJV)

28 And having come in, the angel said to her, “Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women!”[a]

 

Blessed and Highly Favored

 

 

 

 

 

Bertie Died……………2014


 

I must have ran 40 blocks after I got the news. And that damned parrot would not shut up! Aunt Beatrice came and got him while me flying down the streets with no coat, hat, gloves or even a scarf on a cold freezing pre-Christmas day.  Down Fulton Street. Decomposition. A Rotted Christmas Gift. Which Morgue? I’m assigned to find you.

To this day I still hate Christmas and always will.

Fulton’s Folly redux.

Oblivious to cars, speeding past rickety boarded up storefront churches, racing around and through stagnant pedestrians.  Cars honking. Screeching to an unexpected halt as fleet form weaves speed through traffic Loom gossamer spider webs.  If I run fast enough to the morgue maybe I’ll still have a chance to remind his body to arise for the Tree Lightening Ceremony.

The Forest. I’ll run into the woods. There I found the magnificent corpse of a Unicorn. Majestic but I didn’t know what to do with it. Wasps had made a home inside the stomach cavity. Carrying life from death. I could smell syrup and honey mixed with Holiday Candy Canes. My dreams, goals and plans for the future. Disemboweled.

The Way of Wings is to fly. Where Sweet Harbor lies.

She Triumphant Playing Parlor Games exuded Vibrato from wild god’s Olde Apothecary Shoppe.  When a Heroine falls. She dies alone. Forgotten and lost to the ages.  She had only a passing acquaintance with sanity.

Each Day Jesus Cries for those condemned to the altars of bloody sacrifice.

Simon says. You learn quickly to do what Simon says or you’re out of the game. For Simon is Jigsaw.

This world done. Ready to implode.

 

This Old Soldier will fade away……

Disconnect………..Disengage………Disappear……..Retreat…….Off Grid……..

 

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Sylvester’s Palm Sunday April 9th~2017


 

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Sylvester’s Palm Sunday April 9th~2017

I don’t think this is what Jesus or Wayside Baptist Church had in mind for the Palms but Sylvester had a ball playing with them!!  I do believe that God has a sense of humor otherwise he would not have created cats or humans!! LOL!!  ❤  🙂   😀

 

Sorry for the quality of the video. Some parts of the house are dark but you can hear Sylvester’s Meow’s of Joy as we play Chase the Palms!!

 

 

 

 

Emotional Healing ~~ Only a PipeDream


 

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Your body can heal from bruises, bumps, cuts and breaks but your mind can never heal from emotional, physical or psychological abuse.

I am a rape survivor. I was raped when I was 19 but the abuse did not stop there. Throughout most of my adult life I have been the object of sexual harassment, domestic violence, bullying, workplace violence etc…  For a long time I tried to cover up my wounds by going to church, reading my Bible, prayer, exercise, having productive hobbies such as photography, practicing Buddhist meditation, getting out into Nature, affirmations, playing Gospel, Inspirational and uplifting music, read books that are supposed to show you how you can get deliver from your thoughts, listening to progressive positive videos and podcasts, and so on. You name it I’ve tried it or am still using these strategies.

During the last 40 odd years I’ve been hospitalized repeatedly for Depression. I’ve been on all types of anti-depressants and psychosis drugs/pills to no avail. I spent two weeks on the psych ward as a prisoner at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn, NY. One of the worst hospitals in New York.  I was forced to take medication that caused panic attacks, breaks with reality, hallucinations and everything else these drugs are supposed to fix. I saw things there that scared the hell out of me and frightened me so badly that I promised myself I would never return to the hell hole again.  Just thinking about that place causes nightmares.

Believe me when I say that the cure is worse than the disease.

After being released from Dante’s Inferno I began to realize that I will never escape the effects of the trauma. I will always have flashbacks, nightmares, triggers, night terrors and fears that nobody except those who’ve gone through my experience can understand. I know I will never have a loving, caring relationship with a man because too much water has passed under the bridge and I rarely trust men. My history and my experiences are my reality no matter how many times I read or watch that book/movie called The Secret.

I still do all the things I stated in the early paragraph but now as I approach my sixth decade on this earth I realize that I cannot run away from me. I was looking for a fix or a cure that does not exist. I must accept my failures, flaws, and shortcomings because no matter what I do inside my mind I will remain the same.

However all is not lost as I know when I pass from Labor to Reward I will receive my healing in Heaven and my suffering will come to an end.  Finally I will find peace.

One thing that I will do when I see Jesus is ask him why I had to go through all this pain and what I did to cause it.  Was there something wrong with me. That is something for which I really want an answer.

So that is my response to today’s word prompt despite the fact that I know folks won’t like my words and will say that my feelings and emotions are not true or valid but deep inside I know that my truth is my reality no matter how much I try to change it. You can’t run from yourself.

 

Black Jesus

What Came Ye out for to See….


 

 

Yesterday one of my former Followers/Subscribers decided to UnFollow/Unsubscribe because as she put it my blog had changed from one that was inspirational to one that she felt was filled with hate. You know it would be easy to ignore what is going on in the U.S.A. and just discuss flowers, (which I don’t grow), recipes (that I don’t cook) and fabulous trips that I don’t take. Now I have nothing against those people that do or who write about these things. That’s their world. My world changed as of 11/9/2016 and really began to go downhill as of Jan. 20, 2017. I cannot and will not ignore what is going on around me.

May she/he continue to live in their White-bread Newburbia world.  I’m sure in much of Middle America, the Evangelical Bible Belt (and I cringe at their brand of Christianity) they have never seen, spoke to or broke bread with a Black, Arab, Iranian, Iraq, Muslim, Hispanic or Native American person and get all their information about us from Fox TV!!

Now considering what Trump is doing to destroy America how am I the one filled with hate?! So because I don’t support his racist, bigoted, fascist, anti-Muslim and ultimately anti-American agenda I’m the one in the wrong?! I think that person has their priorities mixed up.  I really don’t give a rat’s ass about her opinion.

I’m old enough to remember the Civil Rights Movement. As a Black Woman when I go to work I experience racism, bigotry and discrimination almost constantly. Well less now that I work the evening/late shift. I’m always called into question because I am a Black Woman. That’s a fact. I am and can never be just an individual. I’m judged based on the color of my skin and my gender which I have discussed in previous posts so when Dhrump’s policy decision to block people in seven Muslim countries from traveling to the U.S., block them from immigrating here or seeking refuge that affects me. Whatever affects my Iranian friend and her family affects me. She has been more of a family to me than my own Christian relatives.

Because I work with the public and that public is mostly rich, wealthy well to do white people I hear insults, snide remarks and experience racism constantly. Only good thing is now that I work the late/night shift I don’t deal with the public as much but I still hear some pretty god awful racist bigoted and just plain stupid remarks that make me wonder if these people take stupid pills when they wake up in the morning or they were just born dumb and uneducated.

Even though I’m pretty used to hearing and seeing stupidity in action, sometimes it still boggles the mind when you people actually have the nerve to tell you that your/my blog is not living up to their expectations as though I’m writing this blog for them personally. That person’s opinion does not matter to me however the hell that my Iranian girlfriend is going through Yes That Matters to Me. What she suffers. I suffer. When she hurts. I hurt.

I will leave you with the words of Jesus (plus a few New York Times news articles at the bottom) and I want you all to think on Jesus words. In this scripture passage Jesus is speaking of his cousin John the Baptist. Both John the Baptist and Jesus had some rather harsh words for the false religious and government leaders of their day. Whether you are a believer or not. Please have an open mind and conduct your own personal studies on Jesus as Rebel and Revolutionary.  As a Follower of Jesus I too am taking up the mantle against any kind of race or religious discrimination.

Matthew 11:7-10

New International Version (NIV)

As John’s disciples were leaving, Jesus began to speak to the crowd about John: “What did you go out into the wilderness to see? A reed swayed by the wind? If not, what did you go out to see? A man dressed in fine clothes? No, those who wear fine clothes are in kings’ palaces.Then what did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet. 10 This is the one about whom it is written:

“‘I will send my messenger ahead of you,
    who will prepare your way before you.’

 

Luke 7:25-30

New International Version (NIV)

25 If not, what did you go out to see? A man dressed in fine clothes? No, those who wear expensive clothes and indulge in luxury are in palaces.26 But what did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet. 27 This is the one about whom it is written:

“‘I will send my messenger ahead of you,
    who will prepare your way before you.’[a]

28 I tell you, among those born of women there is no one greater than John; yet the one who is least in the kingdom of God is greater than he.”

29 (All the people, even the tax collectors, when they heard Jesus’ words, acknowledged that God’s way was right, because they had been baptized by John. 30 But the Pharisees and the experts in the law rejected God’s purpose for themselves, because they had not been baptized by John.)

 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

The New York Times

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Victor J. Blue for The New York Times
Protest Grows ‘Out of Nowhere’ at Kennedy Airport After Iraqis Are Detained
Word of the demonstration filtered out from immigrant-advocacy groups and then got a big push from a prominent voice on social media: Michael Moore.

Judge Blocks Trump Order on Refugees Amid Chaos and Outcry Worldwide

By MICHAEL D. SHEAR, NICHOLAS KULISH and ALAN FEUER

In a New York courtroom on Saturday evening, the judge said that sending the travelers home could cause them “irreparable harm.”

 

January 28, 2017

The New York Times

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Top Stories

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One of the last Syrian families to enter the U.S. found flowers, volunteers and a nation about to bar people like them

Saturday, January 28, 2017 7:04 PM EST

On Friday, a group of suburban synagogue members clustered at O’Hare International Airport, waiting to greet one of the last Syrian refugee families to be accepted in the United States, to give them the warmest possible welcome to a country that no longer wanted their kind.
In Washington, the presidential limousine was already speeding toward the Pentagon, where President Trump would sign a paper officially slamming the door shut on Syrian refugees. But here the volunteers had yellow roses, more warm coats than the newcomers would need and, a few miles away, an apartment ready with a doormat that said “welcome” in 17 languages.

 

Top News

Judge Blocks Trump Order on Refugees Amid Chaos and Outcry Worldwide

By MICHAEL D. SHEAR, NICHOLAS KULISH and ALAN FEUER

In a New York courtroom on Saturday evening, the judge said that sending the travelers home could cause them “irreparable harm.”

NEWS ANALYSIS

Immigration Ban Is Unlikely to Reduce Terrorist Threat, Experts Say

By SCOTT SHANE

The unintended consequence of President Trump’s directive, many experts believe, is that it will make the risk worse.