The Chime Time Historian


 

 

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Dollars & Sense

 

 

 

The Chime Time Historian

Enter the Chime Keeper

 

 

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Zipporah’s Redemption and Restoration

 

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The Chime Time Historian

 

 

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DreamScape Kaleidoscope

 

 

On the surface it appeared to be a Way-station for Wandering Wayward Souls.  The Damned.  Some doomed to wander the Land of Shadows for eternity awaiting an incarnation that would never take place.  For their souls were weighed and found wanting.

Ever had an experience that went awry?  As you kept at it thinking in your heart things would get better but realistically not.

No Accolades here………… But There is a Transitional Period

The Chime Keeper

 

 

Redemption Among the Relics

Deep Within the Underbelly of the Palace of Pink Pilasters was a medieval castle that could have been easily built or destroyed by ancient invaders from another dynasty. A grand foyer flanked by two long hallways of Byzantine art leading into Medieval Sculpture Hall filled with statues of Madonnas, Saints, Catholic Mystics, Relics, and tombs from Egypt, Europe, Greece, Cyprus and South America. Each international tomb had a goddess from the respective ancient culture at the head and foot of the sarcophagus.

Venturing further into the castles subterranean chambers were overturned ossuaries, bones bleached white scattered throughout the tombs.

 

In my haste to record within my memory banks all that Mr. Peabody lectured I loitered a bit too long at one of the displays whilst Mr. Peabody strode on seemingly ignorant of my silent absence.

 

Panicked I vainly tried find a pathway leading to my host and teacher by attempting to pinpoint his now faint vocals.  My radar telepathy was interrupted by a chubby male being possessed of pink flamingo tresses with equally flamboyant clothing who appeared to be an escapee from a fractured fairy tale.

Certainly Not expecting to encounter me he bellowed and frothed about band members of the Choppy Poppy Zany Zach allowed to wander around without proper escort.

I’m not a member of any musical band.  I’m a student and prospective Soul Seeker under the tutelage of Mr. Peabody.

“So you’re not Snakehips Susan of  Hummingbird Gardens, Florida nor a bandit seeking kidnapped souls?  

 

“Truly this man comes from a place where plants take up their roots and walk to better nourished soil.  And obviously his had not reached any mulch in a very long while.”

NEITHER!  

 

My name’s The Chime Master or as many call me The Chime Time Historian.  Qualified Expertise in Refractions of Memory.

My face produced a look of puzzlement and befuddlement coupled with lines of bewilderment such that The Chime Keeper felt pressed to launch into expressions of apology and explanation.

Young Lady mine is a Niche Unit.  Much ignored but integral to the Soul Manufacturing Mission. He huffed and puffed with indignation but his consternation was interrupted by a loud persistent gong sound that seemed to issue from his very being.

Young lady you will have to come with me!  Now!  At that point he grabbed me by the elbow and we were whisked away into what I can only call a garden of clocks. A veritable arboreal forest of tree like time pieces whose roots and hands stretched as far as the horizons in every direction.

 

Clocks of all shapes, sizes and from all time periods.  The noise of all these clocks chiming gonging and announcing the hour, half hour and quarter hour was deafening.  

Most mysterious was the clock with no hands nor did it issue the time verbally, well at least not out loud.  It’s claim to fame was to change colors or filters every quarter hour along with a persistent hum that reached into your brain and pulled onto your cerebral cortex.

 

This my inquiring student is where we program sent souls with their finite time.  Meaning the time allotted them on earth before they return either to eternity or annihilation.

 

 

Somewhat disparagingly along with a snarky tone in his voice he said, “I will help you catch up to the illustrious Prof Peabody as I’m on my way to Depot 52. Thus began a series of Frantic Antics Gestural pulls, pushes, waving of his upper extremities, the jumping and leaping of the lower limbs.  This impromptu step the light fantastic seemed to be an introduction to some upcoming magical jest.

Before my startled eyes the Chime Keeper began to morph into a series of anthropomorphic and bio-morphic shape shifting beings. 

Manifesting an enormous ruby red burgundy apron he thrust his hand into one of the side pockets and quickly anointed both of us with glitter gloss granules.

 

I felt like a Debutante late to the ball.  Rushing forward with profuse apologies I curtsied to the elegant cake.

As the Chime Keeper would say, “Humans are just bags of fleshy molecules filled with wanton desires.

Elegance and Decadence.  Deference to old style Aristocracy Aristocrats.  All Hail the Landed Gentry but Sir Death takes them all!

 

 

 

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Island of the Damned

 

 

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Upon seeing us manifest Mr. Peabody exclaimed, “What O!  My Dream Warden?  Greeted us as the Chime Warden and I exited the hansom carriage piloted by a gleaming set of Unicorn Pegasus equines.

Changeling Chameleon Child returns to the nest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share Your World – April 23, 2018


 

 

Share Your World – April 23, 2018

Share Your World – April 23, 2018

 

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If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?

Now that’s a difficult question!  Chicken, pizza, chocolate, empanadas, Oxtails, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes,   I could go on for days!!

List at least five movies or books that cheer you up.

The Bible

Any book or novel by Zora Neale Hurston, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Chinua Achebe, James Baldwin, Langston Hughes, W.E.B. Du Bois, Nikki Giovanni

The Autobiography of a Yogi  Paramhansa Yogananda

Comedies like Madea or Mel Brooks movies

The Matrix

Daughters of the Dust a movie directed by Julie Dash

 

If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing? 

 

The Mouse would see my cat Sylvester coming towards him. His tiny rodent life would flash before his eyes right before Sylvester breaks his neck!

 

List things or events that changed your life?

Giving my life to Jesus Christ then Rededicating my Life to Christ as an adult.  My relationship with God began to mean more and take on new significance especially as age and disabilities set in.  My faith has helped me deal with the ups and downs of living.

 

Complete this sentence: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s…

Superman!  Yes I’m a Baby Boomer!  George Reeves the original Clark Kent and Superman for my generation!

 

 

What genre of music do you like?

Gospel, R&B, Soul, African,  Funk, Jazz, Disco, Classical,  International/World Music.

 

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

 

Three things that make me happy are taking photos, creating artworks and being outside on a warm sunny day!

 

 

 

 

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!!

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African-American Warrior Queen

African Goddess

 

 

 

Praise Report & Testimony


 

Truth Excellence Not Perfection.  My whole world was challenged last week when I wound up getting hit in my left eye, the same eye I had retina surgery on back in Jan. 2010 while on the job.  It was an accident and I don’t blame my co-workers. Accidents do happen.  I wound up in Lenox Hill Hospital. I briefly tried returning to work on Tuesday but that did not work out well.

The eye throbbed in pain. I had headaches. Thursday in Urgent Care.  Of course during this entire fiasco I was angry. I was upset. Probably alienated people but I had to go through those stages. There had to be a Time of Mourning as it says in the book of Ecclesiastes A time to mourn, a time to cry. A time of grief.  A time of sorrow.  They have to be experienced before any healing can begin.  Good Friday is coming up soon. Even Jesus experienced frustration, sadness, grief and sorrow.  Jesus cried out, “My God! My God! Why have you Forsaken Me?  If Jesus has feelings and emotions so can I.

I kept asking God Why Me?  Cried a lot from both physical and emotional pain.  However since it happened at work I’m eligible for Workman’s comp and FMLA.  It is possible I might have to get more surgery on that eye.  I must admit that I was really depressed. Anxiety. Panic attacks. The whole nine yards. I did wallow in that depression for several days but vision loss is a loss ~~ a type of death ~~ farewell from what was known or expected to the unknown and unexpected.  Currently I can only see colors, shapes, light and dark out of my left eye. Even with the glasses.  I’ve been going through a type of grief.  Yesterday Saturday, I chose to throw myself into my art. Creating my mixed media photo/picture collages.  The human mind can only concentrate on one thing at a time.  It helped.

Last night I got absolutely No Sleep.  I mean None!  I just tossed, turned and wandered the house all night.  However finally God lead me to YouTube videos by young women who had either gone blind in one eye or for reasons of disease had to have one eye removed.  I was moved by their testimonies.  Given my ocular occlusion in Nov. 2008 the vision in my Left eye had been compromised anyway.  Actually even though I received regular Laser Treatments all of 2009 basically all I saw in my Left eye was black. Not even light and dark. Surgery did allow the light and colors in.  There will probably be more eye surgery in my future.  Not something I look forward to but it is what it is.

The blood vessels that attach the retina were damaged however I gained back some sight through surgery and special prescription lenses.  That ended Sunday, March 18th when I got bashed in the left eye.  Now everything is a blur. Muddy. Like looking through gauze.  However better wonky vision than no vision at all!

 

Realizing that it was Palm Sunday I made up my mind to attend Palm Sunday services at a nearby church one I had attended and enjoyed in the past.  The Sisters were so kind and welcoming.  When the Pastor preached on Jesus triumphant entry into Jerusalem riding on a donkey and the choir singing Hosanna Blessed is the Rock of My Salvation.

 

It’s Holy Week or Passion Week.  Most important than my earthly situation is Jesus sacrifice on the Cross. This week is the most important for many Christians. My Choice is to focus on Jesus and the Bible.

 

One lyric is O’ Magnify the Lord. For He is Worthy to be Praised.  Then It dawned on me.  I could either Magnify the Lord or I could magnify the circumstances.  For God is God no matter if I see again out of that Left eye or the Lord chooses to heal me.  As Gladys Knight sang, “You Gotta Make the Best of a Bad Situation.

 

I felt uplifted.  I feel I can move forward no matter what lies ahead.

 

I am Not an Object of Pity!

I do apologize for the length of this testimony.

My Art ~~ I can still be a Visual Artist with only one working eye

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Sylvester having a great time with my Palm Fronds.  Can’t lose that sense of humor

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The Orange one is a work in progress not yet finished.

Pinky: “Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?”
The Brain: “The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to take over the world!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The True Illegals


 

 

There has been a lot of talk and controversy in the United States about “Illegal Aliens.”  Let’s look at this issue from a different standpoint.  When you think about this topic the true illegals are those that Colonized Africa, The Americas, India, The West Indies aka The Caribbean and Australia.  At what point in history were Europeans invited to steal other people’s lands, destroy their culture and enslave the people already living there?  Never!  Europeans took all these lands by force, forced their religion onto people, brainwashed and subjugated them.  Then to add insult to injury Europeans claimed they “discovered” these countries and continents.  Europeans claimed to bring civilization to these lands!  Obviously nothing could be further from the truth as all colonized countries had their own civilizations which in some cases were much more developed that any in Europe.

 

Parts of what we now know as the Southwest United States were part of Mexico.  Through Manifest Destiny plus outright greed and violence Europeans annexed these territories in the name of their European God.  When the white man set foot in the Americas they had the Bible and the Indigenous peoples had the land.  Now the white man has the Land the the Indigenous peoples have the Bible along with all the poverty, disease, self-hate and destruction that came with Euro-Centric Christianity.

Entire Native American tribes were given blankets infected with small pox or just plain shot and murdered just so the so-called Settlers could steal their land!  Millions of Africans were stolen from Africa and sold into Slavery to benefit the slave-owners.  Both Native Americans and Africans were stripped of their cultures, religions, way of life because we were deemed to be “savages and heathens.”

Read about the Indian schools established in the 19th & 20th Centuries where Native American children were sent to learn the way of the white man. At least now many Native Americans are returning to their roots including their own religious beliefs. African Americans are looking to Africa and our African belief system as opposed to the white-based Christianity we’ve been spoon fed that said we were the “cursed children of Ham.”


 

Dear Colonizers, European Imperialists, Evangelicals and Fundamentalists while you worship your white god today at your white church please explain to me how you can do so after pillaging and ruining countless lands where you did not belong?  Stealing resources and murdering peoples whose skin color and religion differed from yours.

How do you justify the KKK, the Christian Right or the Christian Identity Movement and the American Nazi Party?  And the idiot racist, sexist, moron who currently illegally occupies the “White House.”  Guess it really is the white now.  Black people being only 12% of the population you know that we did not vote him in there.  The venom that 45 spews from his gutter, these words in not said in a vacuum.  Most people of color know that what he says is really what many white Americans actually think!

Also why are over 90% of serial killers and mass murderers white men?  People of European descent demonized Muslims, Blacks and Hispanics as lesser races or more violent but even a cursory look at history shows the opposite.  Yes white America look in the mirror and see that the true Illegals look just like you!

Europeans and white Americans spent centuries raping, stealing, pillaging, stealing people and natural resources from all the above mentioned continents then complain that those people whose lands were set to ruin are immigrating to America and Europe. That’s a case of the pot calling the kettle Black.

By the way, I’d happily take mine and Stephen’s financial equivalent of the 40 Acres and a Mule that we were promised after slavery plus the accumulated interest to resettle in a land where we would be welcomed and celebrated.  Lord knows America is not that place.