Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Message is Clear

Several days ago, my fiancee sent me a poem to post on my blog, which I entitled "Message from the Source." It discussed how humans lack of humanity has destroyed its greatest gift from the source. My source is Anu the great Sumerian God who existed prior to Jerusalem or Mesopotamia.

For over a year, after the discovering of this all powerful God, I have been writing and receiving; lessons, stories and prophecies. I have been informed of earthquakes and hurricanes prior to their arrival. Although some people may consider myself a prophet, I do not boast nor acknowledge being such as I am just a receiver but I digress.

Getting back to the point at hand, upon looking through my writings in my current dated journal, I looked upon the date July 28 which was actually a writing from February 22. To clear up any misunderstandings, when I write and receive I do not worry about what is preprinted in the journal I just use the pages. Currently in my dated journal I have written all the way to November 27.

Anyway to my amazement I had written a similar warning to humanity that my fiancee wrote. Here is what I received for the dates July 28 & 29. I encourage all to return to Devin's poem "Message From The Source" and note the similarities.

Tis I Anu, Coming through the portal gates of Heaven and saw it through. I walked amongst men now you see the Earth sins could not carry me so much joy, so much pain , so much mirth from Earth’s disdain. Can’t refutile the soil for Abu. Only she knows the way to carry thru, you see, a great entity asset to me, learn the wise how it should be. Peaceful play, future stay, go away past of disdain. Distates, distrust, all of above, blest no more future has come to surface the present. A glimpse of the storm about to come and write the wrong. Micha-el my soldier war, rounding up the angels to open the floor, descending to Earth and fight once again to reclaim the land for the everlasting man.

Earthquake 3 that will be shaking the heaven’s on ground breaking rie. All the corners of the world flatten in the lances vaults of mer (latin for sea). So you see child the end is near bringing about the peace of heavens friend. As I bring forth un volcanic explosion of good to see the light missed by the ones who brewed, tainted it, discolored it for their own good not the greater ones. Next time I wake, write your fate for now you have missed heavens gate. You are weakened by the chaos consuming the world, cried tears from Heaven shedding upon the floor, sorrow consumes the Land of Anu Garden of Eden closed, dismantled and roux.

No longer the flowers grow
No longer do plants flow
No longer does rivers go
No longer does land mow
Rebuild a new city, a new nation, Anu Land gracious one you have the hand prepare your gifts, sharpen you tools.

This is another message from friend Anu.

Peace, Love and Bliss
Angel-AH

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Angel-Ah's Perfect Smoothie

In my quest to always produce the perfect recipe thru the process of trial and error, I stumbled upon a smoothie recipe worth keeping. I got a delicious treat mmmmm...

5 large Strawberries

1/2 can of Peaches in pear juice

1 cup of milk

1 cup of ice

coconut cheesecake filling


Place ingredients in blender, set to ice crush and mix until smooth. Switch blender setting to whip or mix for a smoother taste. Takes less than 5 minutes, makes 3-4 cups.

Global Thinkers

Why are Global Thinkers often rejected or dismissed? Is it due to their innovative ideologies and thought processes which envelop the totality of natural law? Is it their innate ability to operate outside the realm of existential time?

I'm not speaking on those so called worldly thinkers who to desire to configurate everyone to their disparate human system. Nor am I speaking for those leaders who go to other countries and inform the people how to live even though their civilization existed and thrived long before the leaders country. I'm definitely not speaking aboout those world corporations who steal, utilize and deplete others resources for profit. For all those operators are nothing short of locusts which consume and devour and never allow for replenishment.


I'm speaking for the true Global Thinkers who strive to understand, appreciate, accept, assimilate and integrate all cultures, all countries, all people in love. These Global Thinkers exude the power of universal thought in saying "I belong to the human world and that's the only place I choose to live."


For a sample of those thinkers check out the new travel site globaddicts.com

I'm Growing Up


This morning I awoke at 4:30 to receive a little time to myself. I am a stay at home, single mom who cannot afford activities or childcare for respite. My daughter, Alexandria, woke up in her usual fashion to interrupt my thought processes as does any energetic child. Normally I would have been quite upset leading to a bad day, but instead I switched my mind from anger to simply "oh well."


Of course that doesn't mean i'm not going to continue searching for alternative solutions to quiet her nosey mind, because I know the only reason she gets up is from fear of missing something.


Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Monday, July 27, 2009

Message from the Source

What have you
Become
My children?

I have given
the fruits of
endless trees
the whisper of
falls breeze

Eternity
of patience
I exhume
And
You follow with
My sheperds
Falling
On soaken soil.

My herders
standing
atop
split earth.

Where
remains the branch
sprouting high
above olive tree?

The pounding of
shores
can surely
shift dirties
sand to
the hilltop.

My children
await
in the valley
the barren earth
flooding
with yesterdays
pours.

D. Chambers

God or Christ?


Are you a follower of God or Christ? Some may think one in the same, but I tend to differ from that opinion. How can one say Christ is the son of God and then say he is god without the acknowledgment and acceptance of the god within and out? Furthermore are we all not sons and daughters of God, from which the seed was planted. Mary was the first recorded virgin who gave birth as determined by God. Christianity teaches Jesus Christ as being sent from God to be the messenger, redeemer, savior and deliverer, a messiah if you will.

Throughout the ages many other messengers or “messiahs” were sent from the source to deliver an oppressed people; Moses, David, Buddah, Muhammad, Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Michael Jackson. These phenomenal beings also tapped into their god within and out in order to transform and transmogrify a race of people for the betterment of the world.
Archaeologists and Scholars have traced Christ’s education and application back to ancient texts such as the Book of Enoch, Keys of Solomon, Philosopher’s Stone and the Book of Thoth. Yet Christians reject these sacred and coveted texts as Pagan and false. How can one dispute scrolls that have been authenticated thousands of years before Christ? We understand and accept there were great people who practiced spirituality before the birth of Jesus otherwise there would not have been an old testament. In fact the Book of Genesis references Enoch as being taken up by God and then returned, yet his recollection of events are dismissed from the King James Version of the bible. Are the recordings Enoch any different than the experience of St. John the divine who wrote Revelations? Is it too farfetched to believe that Christ learned from the masters their philosophies and methods?

We cannot just accept half the truth without searching for the remaining half. We cannot reject God but accept Christ, for if my memory serves correctly it was God who created the world including the son. It was God who wrote the Emerald Tablets containing the laws of humanity and it was God who gave up his son to save the world. John 3:16 “ For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

It is God who sent many for the greater good and it is God who will send another messenger, redeemer, savior and deliverer: messiah to save us all again, according to HIS will.

Peace, Love and Bliss
Angel-Ah

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Palenstine Rooted in Opposite not Opposition

In reaching my one month mark here in the Fallastine (Palestine), I would like to go into more depth on my theory in the 1 week update that Palestinian society is rooted in opposites. For all you Communistas out there, this is the dialectical approach that one entity exists because of its opposite. The opposites do not inherently clash, but rather have a symbiotic relationship, influencing and feeding off one another.

Nowhere was this theory more apparent than in a meeting I attended on Tuesday with the mayor of our village, council members, the farmers we have been working with and a bigwig Minister from the Palestinian Authority (PA). In usual Palestinian fashion, we were told two minutes before we had to leave to attend the meeting, and it was described as just a meeting with the farmers. You can imagine the shock when I walked into the Municipality building and there were around 30 people sitting in the conference room.

In this meeting, the balance between the old school and the new school was revealed, as the elders from the community walked into the meeting and everyone stands up and greets them. The elders, in traditional (old) male Palestinian wear and almost all farmers, sat side by side with the politicians in neatly tailored black suits. Just above the mayors seat, hung a picture of Yasser Arafat in traditional Kuffiyeh, looking more like a resistance movement leader than a politician. Next to him, a picture of Mohammed Abbas, current Palestinian President, whose appearance is stereotypically politician: that dishonest smirk on his face, the bright baby blue tie accenting the clean black suit, an overbearing posture that attempts to display strength but in fact appears weak.

Suddenly the entire room stands up and leaves the building, leaving myself and other internationals sitting their wondering what was going on. Ten minutes later the Palestinian Authority Minister of Agriculture arrives; he began the meeting by pandering to the crowd, saying that Beit Ommar Village was the one of the greatest in Palestine, and had resistance to the occupation that was unlike anywhere else. Pretty slick this one...Of course, at the end of the meeting, nothing had been accomplished or resolved. The Minister was then taken on a tour of the destroyed land, and after five minutes promised to give 500,000 U.S. dollars for the replanting of fruit trees in the area. This was a definite victory for us and the farmers, as it takes years for fruit trees to mature, some as long as 5 years. The settlers will probably set fire to the land again, and cut newly planted trees (as they have done time and time again) but there really is no other option, for if nothing is done the state of Israel will seize the land and give it to the settlement.

Nearly every news story in the U.S. brings up this topic when covering the region and the so called conflict, yet no one really understands the scope and magnitude of the issue (at least I did not until I came here). When looking at a map, the small settlements might not seem to bad, just a dot next to some Palestinian towns. But when driving around the main roads in the West Bank, one can see just how much land the settlements and their infrastructure consume. For example, in the 20-30 minute drive from my village of Bethlehem, there is roughly 6 settlements, including one settlement block that has 9 settlements within it. Mousa, the Palestinian whose home I reside, had family land that was bulldozed and snatched up 3 years ago, and is now part of a settlement (Mousa ended up underneath the bulldozer trying to stop them from taking the land). Despite common perception, the settlements are not slowing down growth, but expanding at an alarming rate, with the collusion of the army who allows attacks on land to happen and prevents Palestinians from accessing their land. All this is under the umbrella goal of Judaizing all of the area (e.g. just this week Israel decided they are going to remove Arabic from every road sign for Jerusalem). Interestingly, many of the people who live in the settlements are American, who are more often than not the most violent, as they have the most stake in the existence and survival of the settlement.

On a lighter note, I want to conclude with a short story of the summer camp party for children of a Bethlehem Refugee Camp that I attended this week. The event was highly politicized, with reenactments of the Israeli military (children holding fake M-16s) harassing Palestinian people and the Palestinians defeating the military in the end (this is opposites again...who would put politics and a children's party together?). But what will stick with me for quite some time was a young girl, a little younger than Alex, singing about her country, the beauty of it, with such a longing and sense of loss that made me eyes tear up. This little girl could be my own daughter, and I cannot imagine the heartbreak and anger I could feel if she was singing this song. This girl, this refugee camp, this country simply desires to be free; free from the struggles of a chaotic existence controlled by a third party, free from the fear of what tomorrow will bring.
My heart with be filled with that piercing song until the day she will be free...


Ma Salema,


Devin

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

No Love for President Obama

Since the induction of the African American “golden boy,” the United States has been bounded by faith that a change is going to come. What we have yet to feel is the effects of these so called changes. The economy is still the worst since the Great Depression, joblessness (especially for African Americans) is at an all time high, healthcare is in turmoil and businesses are failing before they have a chance to open.

In the new era of Bush-Reaganomics many fail to pay attention to Public Education. In September 2008 it was reported by the Chicago Tribune the dropout estimate in Illinois was nearly 230,000; nationally the statistics estimates over one million students per year. (Alliance for Education). Various reasons are displaced upon the children and their families for the inability to complete a high school diploma. Governments throw more funding at the “poor, overworked, underpaid teachers who face so many challenges for the unruly sociopaths presented to the public education system.” Yes I am being condescending for I used to be a teacher who did not feel overworked or underpaid or extremely challenged. Why these cry-baby teachers, along with the help of media outlets display their problems amongst society leading them to side against lies and disguises, no one bothers to open their eyes and see the malicious, calculated, callousness teachers and administrators provide.

My daughter at the age of 8 summoned my protection thru horrified hysterics due to the maltreatment she was receiving by Barkstall Elementary School officials and staff members. Of course when questioned they all banded together against my daughter in an effort to continue the disenfranchisement of a young African American disabled student. They tormented her on a daily basis documenting both her and their wrongdoings in order to ensure failure by design. After two years of appealing to everyone from local and state officials to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, as a last resort we contacted President Barack Obama. The following is a clip from my now 10 year old daughter’s personal letter.

The schools have been hurting me in the middle of second grade and have been continuing. They have been hurting and restraining me since they knew about how smart I am on my work and decided in a mischievous way to try and hurt all the autism and smart kids around the world… I need help from you Barack Obama to do something to the teachers and save me and the other autism kids. That was when I have been complaining about not going to school because I was frighten about all the particular restraints and spankings they do to me…

Alexandria also wrote President Obama a personal letter when he was a Senator for Illinois in August 2008 stating that one restraint was so bad she thought the administrators were going to strangle her. Obama has not answered her to this date; instead we received a form letter from an aid that did not mention the issue or Alexandria’s letter. Throughout my life, I thought that if you tried to be a good person others would be good to you. While I was educating and nurturing other people children, mine was being exploited and abused physically, psychologically and educationally.

Every day as I watch Obama’s children being shuffled around the world, experiencing new and exciting adventures I feel nothing but anger. Knowing that his oldest was born during the same year as my daughter, makes me break out in hives and hyperventilate. I along with many other Americans am not asking for anything less than what he would want for his own children. Well Mr. Obama it must be nice to send your children to a $60,000 per year school when I had to give up my job to teach my own while making less than ten grand per year. It must be nice to have a Harry Potter birthday party for Sasha, although my daughter did not get to have her 8th birthday party because the school demonized and alienated her to classmates. So no I don’t care about your veiled politics which continues to rob the poor to give to the rich. No I don’t care about you taking a vacation, with your children, around the world at the taxpayers’ expense. No I don’t care about your time for a change speech which I have discovered is bull. Finally No I don’t have love for a President who goes against his word, who does not take time to help a little girl in desperation and who thinks it is more important to front than take care of business.

Mr. Barack Obama: Thanks for the pain inflicted by your lies upon my family. I guess you are true to your word because you did change our view of you.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Building A Better School: With Mud



In Palenstine, the Bedouin people have taken an innovative approach to "going green." Using recycled and Earth materials such as tires and mud, they are constructing a school closer to home to ensure safety and functionality. Not having funding to create elaborate buildings with advanced technological or electrical attributes, allows the Palenstinian's to design a beautiful, natural, aestethically pleasing environment. By enlisting the help of local children and adults as well as international volunteers, the success and sense of accomplishment is immeasureable.

In this country we complain how the schools are ill-equipped; building structures not having air conditioning, classrooms without books, and teachers who are bullies yet the Palenstinians just want an environment for their children to learn that's closer to home. Unfortunately Israeli military often threaten to carry out the act of destroying the school due to permit issues. Volunteers sometimes stand watch at night in order to protect work completed and continue the cycle to an environmentally friendly school.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Simplest Things

As I began my morning walk listening to the laws of attraction, I felt a sense of restoration as I discovered that a major problem with me is the taking for granted of life. It wasn’t until after I lost my freedom to enjoy the simplest things did I truly appreciate them. My daughter has spent the last two nights with her grandparents, something they have not done in the ten years of her physical existence. Yesterday I awoke from a restless night completely devoid of what to do without my daughter interrupting my personal space. In the spirit of familiarity I allowed for my friends and family to interrupt my thought processes so I would not accomplish the long list of tasks I laid out in my life plan. It took a walk in the Crystal Lake Labyrinth for me to come to the realization that I should have taken time out and enjoyed my freedom in all realms. At first I thought I wasted the day away having felt no sense of accomplishment through my need for familiarity. My mature thought taught me that I actually had uninterrupted conversations and the opportunity to just get up and go without explaining where I was going, at what time and how long. I rarely get those opportunities as my daughter has spent the last two years in my presence 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Those stay at home moms and single parents who cannot afford childcare during the summer understand what I am speaking upon.

This morning I spoke with my fiancĂ©e and discussed his signing up with twitter to tell of his advocacy tales in Palestine so that people will be prepared for his book coming out this winter. At the perfect time he had to leave so that I may begin my journey of appreciation. I changed from my jeans into more pliable pants, placed on my shoes for a trek into the wonderment of simplicity. Then I remembered my stomach was empty of nutrients to keep me sustained. I drank a quick glass of V8 Fusion and headed on my way to peace. I arrived at the park rearing to power walk four times which is the equivalent of approximately two miles. I turned on my mp3 player and started walking while listening to the laws of attraction. The first time around I was in the zone of listening intently to what the laws had to say about attracting negative images into your life after you’ve elevated yourself to a different thought process. The second time around the laws discussed creating that which you want; at the same time I was wishing I could run around the park. Out of nowhere came three joggers passing me up, I found myself jealous of the men for achieving what I wanted. Then I proclaimed to myself “Angela you’re being silly, for one day you to will be able.” How did I know if the joggers started off running, maybe they began just walking as I am currently or maybe they have been jogging for years. For whatever the reason, people start and stop events it should be of no concern unless I want to continue feeling inadequate.

As I continued my third and final lapse I noticed the creation of life; the young lady tanning in a beach chair, the couple who walked passed me and smiled, the church bells ringing on the hour, the artist sketching the trees and flowers, the children joyfully swinging, and the old man taking a nap on the bench. Each creating a different element working together in the harmony of this universal life, creating a picturesque view of simplicity. As the bells chime in approval, I rest assured that peaceful balance is what it’s all about, the true magnificence of love. So the next time I am given the opportunity to have a free day or weekend, I will be sure to enjoy the simplest things.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Taking Aim: Societal Destructive Patterns

In a recent documentary presented on CNN entitled Taking Aim: Youth Violence, children are being discussed as always without input on their behaviors and the underlining reasons from which they act upon. As I inhale the derogatory remarks pointed at black children and especially single black mothers, I cannot help but to exhale the fires of stones from my mouth in the form of words. First let me just communicate to the fact that our children black or otherwise are nothing short of products designed by a country which was founded on the backs of racism, enslavement, thievery, pilfering, falsity, degradation, and dehumanization. We have yet to realize at some point, that which we have so passionately sowed will reap the perfect harvest good or bad. Is it so far-fetched to believe that at some point in time our seeds will resort to the same methods of madness from which they were bred? I think not.

It has been my understanding, having been a teacher in the public education system as well as a single black parent of a child with a disability that concessions are made for those considered worthy while apathy are being displaced upon those who are not. These populations of human beings are segregated, separated, isolated, humiliated, bullied and maltreated not by their peers but more so by the ones from whom they are supposed to be educated: teachers. Parents especially single, black mothers are constantly being berated by factions who created the displacement of a family long before they existed. Was it the single, black mother who beat her husband to a pulp until he became complacent and then chained him like a common animal? Was it the single, black mother who said she could not receive government funds if she had her husband or adult son in the home? Was it the single black mother who harassed her husband into criminal activities in order to bind him in jail cells? Was it the single, black mother who told her children that if she disciplined them then they can call Child Protective Services to be “rescued?” The answer was, is, and will be a resounding HELL TO THE NAW! As we are always portrayed to say with much attitude.



Now I am not going to point any fingers or call anyone out for the answer to the above questions, because those who integrated this maniacal plan to destroy a culture, civilization, a being, know exactly who they are. As this is not a paranoid conspiracy or a class x file, not even a cover up as the deceivers are more blatant than ever. On second thought let me just “hypothetically” unveil some of these perpetrators for those who walk around with blinders on until it hits their home. It is the local school district (Unit 4) who makes a child walk down a dark corridor in an empty school with furniture piled up on both sides of the hallway pretending to provide her an education. It is the second grade teacher who dejects a black student from the Scholastic Book Fair to hinder the enjoyment of reading development. It is the neurological pediatrician who prescribes a child anti-depressants after learning the child is no longer aggressive in order to induce aggression. It is the mental health professional who coerces the parent into signing a release of information so that the school may collect evidence against the student. It is the principal who poses as a doctor turned school psychologist to ensure admission into a child psych ward in order to mandate a negative stigma in front of the disability so that they do not have to provide paraprofessional services. It is the state government that gives the funding to this system in order for them to cover up deceptive practices and not hold anyone accountable. It is the federal government that tell parents "nobody wants to prosecute teachers." It is society who turns a blind eye, and a deaf ear and play mute to the true victims who endure this recreation of Communism veiled in a socialist, capitalist ideology. But then again I’m not really speaking on anyone in particular.

So I ask in the midst of chaos, confusion, mishandling, unaccountablility and questions unanswered is it really a wonder why our children are out of order and out of control? Maybe they are seeking the truth from which no one wants to respond truth fully. For those who think I’m applying a simple answer to what appears to be a complex problem, maybe we should learn that simplicity sometimes is the right key. Oh and for those who don’t think I know or understand what is going on in the world, I have been thrust in the throes of a war unimaginable: The war against humanity: without a weapon, ill equipped and ill interested in being devoured. A fight I did not opt in for but am willing to win for the sake of ALL our children.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Angel-Ah

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Passage to A New Time

Last night I had a dream that my daughter and I were getting ready to stay with this couple in their apartment. A rattlesnake came out from underneath these papers and coiled up. With its shaking tail and large fangs, it followed my daughter which she attempted to escape. Ironically the snake never tried to bite Alexandria, I on the other hand stood frozen because I was taught to remain still at the sight of a snake. When fear of my daughter getting bit overtook me, a renewed strength came about to get rid of the snake. Now most would think I would attempt to kill the snake, alternatively my response was to lure the snake away and out of our realm. I began clapping not in an applause form, but a rhythmic jungle sound which the snake responded positively. I was able to lure the snake from the residence, but when I did it was no longer able to seen.

Lately I have been receiving an upsurge in dreams trying to figure whether they are prophetic, symptomatic or just plain crazy dreams. As I searched the dream interpretation dictionary from dreammoods.com, I discovered a rattlesnake signifies a passage of time. I’ve been saying for the last few days that July 7, 2009 is actually the New Year if we traipse back to ancient calendars. The ancients utilized the moon to determine months, I am redirected to the days of King Arthur when Merlin would say 9 moons ago to mean nine months ago.

Many would think that the ancient civilizations would go off the new moon cycle since that is what modern metaphysicists interpret as signifying new beginnings, renewal and rebirth. It is my belief that the ancient people would draw from a full moon because you can see it. That is why many ancients were so haunted by a lunar eclipse. The Chinese thought of the moon during this period of time as being eaten with blood spreading across its face, hence the red coloring of the moon during an eclipse. Ancient Babylonians revered it as an omen for it signified natural disaster or wrath approaching soon.

As I ponder yesterday’s event, Michael Jackson's memorial which is said to be more televised and watched than Barack Obama’s inaguaration, I wonder if the family had some deep insight into the power of yesterday. To most it was just the day chosen to bury a king, to me I am thinking about the turning of a tide, the passage of an era from which we became accomstomed and familiar. Are we prepared for what’s to come next? I furthered my period of gratitude and remembrance to this legend by watching his videography all night. I truly understood the genius of this great man who was crowned King, reminding me of prophets of old. In a song entitled “Another Part of Me,” I realized that Michael revealed the planets aligning along with what is told by the Anunnaki of Ancient Sumeria. I stood in amazement of a song written over twenty years ago and remembering that is also around the time Michael began receiving backlash by the media as being a freak. Could there be people out there in the world that are trying to hinder this knowledge in an attempt to not allow us time to save ourselves from our own demise?

Also on this enlightened day, the Blueray/DVD release of Nicoas Cage’s movie “Knowing” a sci-fi film of a little girl who predicted fifty years worth of major disasters including the end of the world. We laugh off that which we cannot understand, shrugging off the signs as just someone’s vivid imagination but what if the stories, these events are based off some truth? I think of other movies as well which spoke upon phenomenons, “The Matrix”, “Independence Day”, “The Happening”, “Angels and Demons,” are they all revealing some truth through the biggest outlet that consume Americans today: visual theatrics.

I would not be contributing or assisting but selfish if I did not share my prophecies received February 20, 2009, marked during the days July 12-14 of my Days to Remember journal.

In my mind’s eye I see, two earthquakes that will be preparing the Earth for destiny, volcano erupting in 3’s. What will it be? Where you see? Wake up old volcano underneath the drudgery. You will see how it could be when the moon hits high in destiny, destonia destus this deathly space arise out of the Heavens glorious space, settling in the winds of storms aflin tornadoes, volcanoes shape shift the mer release vear soon, planets aligs at high noon: Mars, Venus, Mercury, Jupiter too planets of 4 to open the door. For it is said to put the world to bed, awake in Heaven’s largest dread att ena for all to short circuit you see for everlast to come, the Heavenly.

This is another message of God Anu.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Goodnight MJ: Rest in Peace


Today Michael Joseph Jackson was laid to rest before millions possibly even billions of people worldwide. Most don’t truly understand the magnificence of this iconic figure that left us all with a legacy of compassion, joy, humor, beauty and love. It wasn’t until his memorial service that I realized that this man, this great man will be forever etched into the heart, the lives, and the surface of this world throughout many dawns of time. As we are well aware of Michael’s musical achievements, disguises, and tremendous debt; we often forget about his philanthropic and humanitarian attributes. The Guinness Book of World Records inducted Jackson as King for “Most Charities Supported by a Pop Star.” Ironically it is estimated that he gave approximately the same amount he was claimed to be indebted. Makes me laugh to think that in this country it doesn’t matter what you gave just what your worth financially. Michael Jackson’s soul was that of great pharaoh Ramses II, his heart that of Jesus Christ, his spirit that of an active child, and his essence that of the celestial waters Tiamat; for he never stopped dreaming, creating, giving, and loving.

Whenever a celebrity passes away, we are thrown into a space of shock as the mindset rejects the fact that a celebrity can be anything other than human. They are our idols, our hopes, our dreams our living gods. We believe they are invincible, indestructible and immortal; we desire to never let them go. Unfortunately we take these masters, these teachers, these beacons of light for granted as we taunt, haunt, scrutinize and ridicule every decision or action made. It is only when we realize they are gone never to returned do we appreciate their artistry, their contribution to this realm we called Earth. As the sun opens up in an approval, ever so slightly, ever so quick; I am comforted in knowing that soon we will be together once again with all those extraordinary beings so many throughout the eon of time to list.

Michael Jackson brought the best out of Black Americans, United States citizens, and the entire World. He demanded and achieved perfection with truth, honor, dignity, respect and most importantly through example. He gave us all that he was and in return we gave all to him. As I shed tears for a man I never actually met, I conceive that Michael is a reflection of all of us. The man in the mirror is you and I; he is our fears, our desires, our agonies and our pains. His struggles is our struggles, his victories our victories, his defeats our defeats, and his successes our successes.

So Goodnight to an Icon, a Legend, the King of Pop, a Humanitarian, a god; until we meet again, Thanks for the Love.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah


Sunday, July 5, 2009

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance I hope you dance I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance... -- LeeAnn Womack

Many of us, including myself, sit still and watch as life passes us by. Sometimes the world appears to continue spinning along with everyone in it while I’m stuck stationary. Time gets lost although it continues ticking, man keeps moving while I’m being still. I realized I’m existing and not living. To live one must love ALL; the good, the bad, the brilliant, the dull, the pretty and the ugly. Every slug, tree, sea, animal, and homo sapien contributes to the scheme of this interwoven design. Grand in its stature, it will always be a wonder for those who love to seek truth.

Day four of my journey to find purpose shaken me with the questions of what should I stop doing and what should I start doing. These questions are tough for me as I can think of many things to stop doing, that’s why I chose to do a cleansing. When I pondered what to start doing I draw a complete blank. Then I realized that the answer is simple: Live. I can either choose to sit and just exist like a piece of furniture or dance and live like the orbiting planets.

So I’m choosing to dance in love and I hope you dance.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Nature's First Gold is Green

As I was studying yesterday the Roman and American paths to Illuminati, I am relieved by a call from my spiritual sister discussing the Illuminati ties with many government and world leaders from Former President Jimmy Carter to Queen Elizabeth. They conspiracy theorists notice a certain hand gesture that reminds me of the heavy metalists “rock on.”

As the continuation of historical mysteries attach themselves to Illuminati; from Ancient Mesopotamia to modern day Washington D.C., we are bombarded with half truths formulated regarding the God or God’s served. The most veiled conception is that certain Sumerian and Egyptian gods were also considered reptilian from En-Lil to Osiris. The basis for this fallacy is the hieroglyph depiction of their green coloring and worshiping of serpents. Could the modern depictions be coverings for the truth? I am redirected to Robert Frost's poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost

We all know that gold mixed with other metals, especially copper has the effects of turning green. Is it possible that the Ancient civilizations used fake gold or copper within their paints to depict the gods? With time and erosion it is definitely safe to deduce that the gold would in fact turn green and we as discoverers would only see the after effects of nature. As much as we attempt to recreate the past, no one truly knows exactly what was done or the methods. With the ancient civilizations, even today there are unexplainable structures and language. Their cultures surpass ours in the most complex, yet they lived magnificently simple acknowledging and worshiping the HE that is creator, director, producer and protector of ALL.

Lest not take for granted what green symbolize in the purest form. Green is nature, the vegetation of life. It is what was placed upon the fertile land to bear fruits of evermore; growth, wealth, health, abundance, prosperity and evolution. Green is all around, from the lowest of grass to the highest of tree signifying the remembrance of our God, the ALL- AH, Anu that I AM. For green is gold and gold is green, that is the only hue which can forever star.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Independence Day

The Fourth of July is supposed to mean a great deal for every American because it signifies a break from the Kingship of Great Britain. It is the adoption of the formal document in 1776 that declared “independence” for all those British settlers. Unfortunately that independence didn’t include the Indians who were pushed to the borders, women who were not allowed to vote, or the African slaves who were not even thought about being unchained for another 90 years. Yet 233 years later we are supposed to participate in parades and release fireworks in homage of not being counted or treated as whole beings.

In Champaign and many surrounded cities, our Independence Day was thwarted by the natural refreshment of precipitation which splendidly consumed the entire day. The 54th annual Freedom Celebration Parade was canceled for the first time along with its evening festivities of entertainment and fireworks. For most citizens a moment of silence was probably formulated of their lack to celebrate in the usual way of parade, fireworks and barbecue. For those like myself, I say dig deeper and ponder the truth of Fourth of July becoming awash. In the hour of a debt ridden nation alongside a bankrupt State filled with corruption, lies and betrayal; how can one celebrate that which all truly have not obtained.

This society, America, where children are dependent upon drugs, teachers are free from accountability and society is a slave to government takeover how can we celebrate. There is still racism, hatred, enslavement and thievery in the United States. I believe the rains signify a breakdown of the lies and disguise we partake in order to be cleansed by HE that invokes change. It is that I AM, Anu which will come uprooting trees at time in order to get our attention but also who brings the soft winds and rains of promises for all those who turn the ear to hear. It is this quiet whispering that says I AM is here and near for you, HIS child. It is that promise of HE being the God of love not of wrath which calms the soul and brings forth balance once again. For those who hear the quite call are the true ones, the golden ones who can feel with all their heart that today change is here. Now is the time we who are bound and gagged will be released from the chains of evil, emerge victoriously in order to truly be Independent.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angel-Ah

Uninspired: The Negative Drive


Today I gallop through the path of uninspired energy, that lack of abundant supernatural drive which propels us to greatness. It’s no great suprise to me as I am often caught in the familiarity of stimulating lack. Yesterday, today, and possibly tomorrow as I lie in the appearance of a depressive state, I often ponder what will motivate me. Day three of my purpose cleansing inflicted me with the reality of what has been driving me these past few years: Guilt, Anger and Pain.

In Rick Warren’s book “The Purpose Driven Life,” he defines five methods that drive a human.
1. Guilt
2. Anger and Resentment
3. Fear
4. Materialism
5. Need For Approval

Learning that I am controlled by my past failures led me to the inability to stay motivated. At the center of this negative drive, this force of lack, resides within my daughter Alexandria. Since she was born I felt my inspiration ripped from the wombe as my dream of going to Art School and studying Fashion Design was aborted. I tried to regain my creative spirit through many endeavors such as candle making, skin care products and writing. None of those avenues, although very creative, has given me the joy, satisfaction and bliss that Fashion brings to me. Unfortunately throughout the years my love and ability to bring forth walking beauty to life has evaded my soul.

I resented my daughter for coming along at an inopportune time, subconsciously deciding not to be an effective parent. Now ten years later I’m caught in the web of guilty could’ve, would’ve, should’ve. I could have been a better parent, I would have gotten early intervention for her disability, I should have not allowed my mother or Champaign Schools to shape and mold Alexandria into the being she is today.

My driving force today: The guilt of not being an effective parent allowing for negative forces (including myself) to produce a negative child. The anger and pain of trying to tear down those forces in order to move forward; but how can one move forward in the past when you’re already living the present trying to prepare for the future? How do I remove the guilt of a past gone awry to receive the reward of the future? These are the questions I hope to discover in order shed the uninspired life so that I may work in the Inspiration: God’s Love, that’s the promise.
Peace, Love and Bliss
Angel-Ah

Thursday, July 2, 2009

It's All About HE Not Me

Today I began a new journey towards spiritual enlightenment and fulfillment of God’s purpose for me. As I embark on the trail of discovery to God’s Promise, I will awaken to truth which brings forth peace, joy, love, happiness: bliss. This journey is extremely important to me because it will be the first time I actually take it seriously.

Last year I began a cleansing with the purpose of completing a 35 day period of collecting and correlating vegetarian delights. It was a game to me like hearing the punch line without setting up the joke. This time I desperately want to reach my full potential through the eyes of Anu, the father of ALL, that I AM.

Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.

For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green and shall not be careful in the year of drought neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

Jeremiah 17: 7-8


In order to begin finding purpose one must realize that her purpose truly belongs to our Lord, Anu. It is his will instilled within our hearts, souls and spirits that drives us to our destiny. For within his will cometh our will which is the only law “do as thy will in love.” So how do I keep myself from thinking it’s all about me instead of Him? That’s a hard concept to grasp, especially living in a society of selfish beings; where money and power rules over humanity.

Last year out of desperation for answers I began writing to God Anu with the hopes of receiving his greatest wisdom. My search yielded many prophecies which reigned true such as hurricanes and earthquakes as well as guidance to my own life. Today I continue writing often hoping for more answers to the world’s demise yet coming up with what I thought was nothing. Now I remind myself not only of the prophecies true from Anu but also his great promises from which I hold near and dear.

So back to the question at hand, how do I remember Him as the creator of me and everything that surrounds? First I must read and reaffirm my writings with a fullness of understanding that ALL is in divine order. Although I may not like the process or outcome, everything happens for a reason and meant to serve as the drive toward my purpose. Second I must dig deep and ponder the truest meaning of God’s word for my personal development. Finally whenever Anu knocks, touches, or whispers to me to write, think or act I must say: Yes!

Today I say Yes! to Anu, I say Yes! to his prophecy, I say Yes! to his promises,

I say Yes! to my Purpose: The Final Destiny

Peace, Love and Bliss
Angel-Ah