Awaiting Ascension Juxtapositions — An Ode to Eden

On May 19, 2019May 19, 2019 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized2 Comments

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

Share Your World ~~ 2015 WEEK #31

On August 3, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn African American Queen, African Goddess, beach, Coney Island, Detour, Fuji Film Camera, Jones Beach, New York City, Ocean, seaside, Share Your World ~~ 2015 WEEK #31, Staycations, Woolworths6 Comments

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SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #31

Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?

I would rather take pictures than be in them. As I get older I have begun to lose fascination with my own image that I see in the Selfie obsessed Millennials. When I was a teenager back in the 70s my girlfriend and I would spend hours taking funny face photos in the Woolworth’s photo booths. If I remember correctly one could get four pictures for a quarter. Or was it a dollar? Now I avoid mirrors and cameras unless I’m at a special event of some sort.

Where do you like to vacation?

I prefer the seaside, the beach anywhere near the ocean if I get the chance. However I usually wind up taking Staycations within New York City but maybe in my next scheduled September and October vacations I can get out to Coney Island or Jones Beach.

If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?

List at least five favorite first names.

DeBorah

Stephen

Edward

Mable

Helen

Thelma

Gladys

Hattie

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful that I was able to attend two farewell functions for two young co-workers who are moving onto bigger and better things. Looking forward this week to continuing with my health diet and improving my over all well-being.

Rivers of Ecstasy

On July 26, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Ancestors, Ibeyi, Ocean, Orisha, Oshun, Rivers, Seas

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OSHUN

Ibeyi – River

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Oh Great Goddess Oshun Let Me Come to Your Waters that You May Wash My Soul.

Capture me in Your Ecstasies! Wash over Me washing away the filth of modern life, Corporate America, capitalism, greed, anxiety and pain. Flow through me Queen of the Rivers with your cleansing floods. Casting off shadows I dive deep into your essence. Through the sweetest of baptisms I am made whole. I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me. Calling me back home.

My mind touches the picture. Spirit possess me. Visions reach across centuries and your mind is at one with mine. I feel your emotions. Your fears. Your voice crying out across time. Ancestral spirits rise up from seas, oceans, rivers crossing the veil to those still earthbound crying, “Hear Our Voices! Be Our Conduit to the Future!” Orisha speak through me! Orisha Speak through me!

Middle Passage and Trail of Tears join forces! Come forth with Power and Grace!

I eagerly await your knowledge, wisdom and energies O’ Goddess of Creativity!

Female Ancestor from my Dad's side, Name lost to Time — Ancestor known only to God.

Ibeyi – River (RLR Remix)

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The Workers Leave No Footprints

On July 12, 2014January 18, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Abuse, Acceptance, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Bad Breath, Battle, Black Orpheus, Body Odor, Body Snatchers, Borg, Broken Angels, cacophony, Catharsis, Craving, Creativity, DeBorah, deception, Deliverance, Delusions, Dissonance, Dreams, Ethiopian Goddess, Expectations, Explore, Fantasy, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Hallucinations, Innovation, Inquisitive, Knowledge, Koyaanisqatsi, Limbo, Loss, Lost Souls, Malevolent, Morpheus, Museum, Negritude, Night Sweats, Nirvana, Oneiroi, Optical illusions, Phantaso, profane, Purgatory, Recovery, Refuge, Rejection, Rescue, Riders on the Storm, Ritual, Sacred, Sanctuary, Scars, soul, Spears, Spider Web, Spinning, Spirit, Spirituality, Stereotypes, Stigmata, Stinky breath, Suffering, Surrealism, Taijhena Mona Lisa Ormand, Thánatos, The Twilight Zone, The Walking Dead, Under belly, Understanding, Unloved, Unwanted, Vision, Visions, War, Wasteland, Wicked, Wisdom, Woman, Zombies4 Comments

Dreams Never Die

Youth said “Dreams Never Die.” Twenty years passed then Recession kicked in. New Realities were born. Twelve hour workdays became the norm.

Like a drowning man Dreams surfaced again and again only to plummet down to the watery deep. All the while knocking at 1% door watching them through one-sided window laugh, play, drink and party with no thought for the ‘Morrow’. We the unseen only imagining free time for our dreams.

Dreams that must wait until Social Security beckons if death does not reach us first. Fore bread, water, warm clothes and a place to live cry louder. Goodnight Sweet Dreams. May you one day resurrect to a New Dawn.

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The Working Poor Leave No Footprints

Surrounded by a plethora of people who seemed to surface like bloated corpses after spring thaw. Worker bees we are all meaningless specks of dust being recklessly scattered by blustery winds. Modern day Robber Barons throw battle weary soldiers back into the battle while they sit sipping tea in Ivory Towers. Thirty-seven years a professional, now placating rot breath Sabbath suits long in tooth, visions of Mammy dancing in their heads. Limestone Liver spotted wrinkled bone bags befoul the air with endless demands. Dontcha know Miz Daisy learned to drive herself and the Help all went to the French Rivera.

I am Hagar cast out of my prosperous household, denied by the Master and Mistress I once served. Thrown out of my protectors’ house my Dream-child and I await Our Avenging Angel of Salvation.

My Dreams now dead buried under work obligations, mountains of rules and regulations that I seem to constantly violate just by being. No miracles exist for me. Only years of mindless drudgery ahead. Millennial Overseers govern my every move with their remote control mind games. Freedom lies dormant within my imagination. My brain has been put out to pasture because intelligence is not needed or wanted and creativity has become a sin. Automaton Me clad in nondescript dull uniform easily replaceable by the next set of hungry hands yearning for the pence dispensed from the rich mans table. Hey!! Who’s next up on the Auction Block?!! Come lock step into the Plantation Mausoleum filled with objects which are valued more than drones who guard them. We be Aliens in our own Land. Serfs never reaping a hard earned Harvest.

Yet soon a New Day will Dawn, Dreams will bear fruit and Visions be reborn.