I FELL into sleep becoming asleep eventually landing elsewhere.
Was it a parallel universe or an alternate reality?
I astral planed across the Multiverse dropping pieces of me wherever I landed.
The pieces planted took root and grew. Spreading myself throughout the Cosmos.
Everywhere is a seedling and a pod. Each pod is ready to be launched into dimensions and seasons yet to be born..
I drank the psychedelic brew. My innards erupted like a brewing thundering threatening volcano. Explosion of volcanic ash and lava vomiting up brains, burning acids, guts and false notions. Distance tore through my cerebral cortex.
My stone heart turned flesh. The sky, earth and seas faded away. Sounds of sand animals,grass, birds, trees, grew silent. Only my internal vibrations grew louder.
Drifting above the clouds I finally landed in what appeared to be a garage. No cars. No trucks. No buses. In fact no vehicles of any type, make or model.
Then I felt the thunder inside my bones. I projectile spewed poisonous bile filled with scorpions, snakes and vultures.
Every piece of scar tissue on my broken body began to stretch and contort. Tendrils of brightly colored misty fog danced around me chanting in faint tongues. Seconds, minutes, hours once fleeting gestures became stop motion audibles available only to me.
Two sets of hands one from the sky canopy the other set bursting from the earth zones grabbed and twisted me violently jerking my joints snapping my bones.
Visions melted before my eyes. My extremities disconnected from my torso turning to mist and fog. Spun silk swaddled me from birth to winding sheet.
Three sets of Gossamer wings sprouted from my back, shoulders and waist. Like a human cannon ball I exploded into tiny kaleidoscope pieces of gems and jewels.
Vaulting from the atmosphere my body careened around corners narrowly missing those ancient Pearly Gates picking up speed like a runaway freight train derailed from its course I will Live forever transcending logic. Into new and mysterious truths.
Dreams and visions diffuse through my being. Suffusing internal osmosis. Breaking apart chaos. Through synchronicity I was birthed into a trans-mortal being defying gravity, time and space. Infused with crystal clear definition.
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
The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One has made her way back to the Writing Blogosphere after a very brief hiatus!!
Still suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune despite all ills, aches and pains the Queen has made her way back to her Throne!! In the guise of Blue Spider Woman and with extra assistance from the Nubian Ninja D-Nice is back in the House!! Three Cheers for her Ladyship!! Hip! Hip! Hooray!!
We are Time Travelers in different Earth Zones crossing the International Date Lines using the Internet. World Wide Wide = World Wide Access. Ah! The Miracle of Technology! Oh! But let me sleep to enter into a world of dreams. Dreams, Visions, a Retinue of Lands, Places, People both living, dead and imagined.
Central Park Autumn 2013
Creatures known only to the human mind. Woodland nymphs, satyrs, centaurs, Elves and pixies dance to the music of the Count Basie band Dizzy Gillespie on horn. I see you as you see me wandering through ever shrinking childhood homes. The Bells of St. Mary’s change hands.
Island of the Damned by Bocklin
Venues carelessly slipping into alternate vignettes. Our minds edit zig-zag scripts with the Fates cutting the cords at whim’s notice. Wandering souls find peace through concourse as the Bells of St. Mary’s ring out Praises in Temples and Churches Worldwide.
Memory ~ American Wing
The strangest affairs happenstance twixt Twilight and Dusk. All Affairs of the Heart are pondered. Memories adjust through the perspective lens of time. Portals of Pleasure and pain. Times Zones with doors revolving opening into more doors, more rooms, secret chambers waiting to be explored.
Despite the Challenges and setbacks in life my journey takes me to new places, new discoveries and new learning experiences.
Within the Soul the two natures of man exist each seeking the preeminence and each wanting to be the dominant force. The Sacred and the profane.
The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man George Grey Barnard (American, Bellefonte, Pennsylvania 1863–1938 New York)
A Lost Soul finds her way home. Chains are being Broken.
Tasha Cobbs — Break Every Chain
My Awakening has happened over a period of time. I went into the next phase of my Womanhood as I entered Menopause. Truly over the last several years as I entered my 50s, (I’m 55 now) I’ve undergone a revealing Change of Life. The Universe has opened up new portals and realms in which I travel taking on the mantle of being an Elder. I take my place within the Council of Elders as I march towards Infinity = Eternity.
The Heavens opened up and all my Ancestors, African, Native American, Christian, Buddhist, Indigenous Faiths began speaking to me on next steps in Life. I truly believe in the Scripture that says, “The Steps of the Righteous are Ordered by the Lord.” I’m discovering the Galaxies within. Through my Kindred Ancestors I’ve found into to Leap Forward I had to step back confronting my fears honestly with faith, gentleness, Wisdom and Understanding. I gather each of my broken pieces, honor the Divinity of each shard, embrace my tears, and like Isis I’ve gathered the pieces of my scattered tribes and Ethiopia is Reborn! Shall these dry bones live? Yes says the Creator of the Universe! Once again I sing the Songs of Solomon and Sheba.
Habakkuk 2:2-3 New International Version (NIV)
The Lord’s Answer
2 Then the Lord replied:
“Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a heraldmay run with it. 3 For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; itwill certainly come and will not delay.
The Land of the Rising Sun embraced me as I entered the Border-less Gardens.
Live the Sankofa bird I’ve returned to myself. Despite raging battles without and within my Calling and Passion as a Scribe bid me come forth to record my Voyage. Grounded in the Lily. Supported by the Lotus.
The Queen has returned to her Queendom. She sits upon her Throne whilst reigning over the Seven Lands, A Judge and a Mother over Africa, Israel and the Americas.
Judges 4 & 5.
Isaiah 54:1-3 New International Version (NIV)
The Future Glory of Zion
54 “Sing, barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy, you who were never in labor; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband,” says the Lord. 2 “Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back; lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes. 3 For you will spread out to the right and to the left; your descendants will dispossess nations and settle in their desolate cities.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 