The Glory of God in Brooklyn

The Glory of God 🙏🙌 in Brooklyn


Happy Memorial Day to All My American Followers and Subscribers


Remembering those who died in battle.


These Pedometers don’t measure as well as My Samsung Fitness App but until I can get a New Charger I must make do.

One says I walked 15,618 and the other one says my number is 14,220. Personally I will take the 15,618 Number of Steps. I have been walking since 6:45am and now it’s nearly 1pm.




Brooklyn is known as The Borough of Churches and there are many Parks in Brooklyn. God manifests in both places.






Awaiting Ascension Juxtapositions

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








Double Digit Deborah Days

Double Digit Deborah Days. A Little Further for Fitness.


Double Digit Deborah Days. A Little Further for Fitness.


This car parked near a an Auto body shop brought back memories. My fellow Baby Boomers you know where I’m coming from. When Stephen and I were little kids Our Dad had a white Chevy Impala with a red stripe and the Wing Tips.