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Palm Sunday Testimony and Praise Report

13 Apr

Testimony and Praise Report

Despite the fact that my stomach was acting up all last night and I got very little sleep I was determined to attend Palm Sunday service. My original plan had been to go into Manhattan but I changed that because with tummy troubles and subway delays I felt I should stick close to home. Even with insomnia and pain something inside me was so excited about today. When I made my right turn down Fulton St. I said Lord guide my feet and show me where to worship today. I briefly stopped at one of the many storefronts Churches lining Fulton Street but the Lord had me keep walking until I arrived at Pleasant Grove Tabernacle. You guys know I’m not much of a church goer but today I was lead to go and I’m glad I did. My late Beloved Aunt Helen Garcia had been on my mind and I think it was her who was prodding me from beyond the veil.

High School Graduation 1977

Aunt Thelma, me & Aunt Helen Garcia

I arrived in time to hear the last part of Sunday School. The congregation is very friendly. At once I felt very comfortable. Like most churches you get a program so you can follow the service but God had other things in mind and I’m very happy that Bishop Albert L. Jamison, Sr. went with the flow. Praise and Worship developed into prayers for healing. Now keep in mind though I’ve lived in Brooklyn over a year, I’ve never been to Pleasant Grove Tabernacle before neither have any of these people seen or met me. Folks were dancing in the Spirit and Bishop Jamison came down from his pulpit and began to pray for various individuals. He prayed for me and one of the Deaconess prayed also. As I said before nobody knew my condition but that sister prayed especially for healing! God Knew! I’ve been fighting not only physical troubles but battling emotional ones. Today was one giant Healing Service. Sisters suffering from cancer, depression and other ailments were ministered to. During the service Bishop had clergy and congregation hold each other by the shoulders and pray. Once again another different Sister came to me and prayed. A dam burst and I cried. A burden was lifted from me. We all also had the opportunity to go up for additional prayer from Bishop and to be anointed with oil. I went. Now that evil spiritual force was banished from my mind. I left church thinking right, acting right and rejoicing.

However my heart goes out to Karyn Washington who committed suicide at age 22 earlier this week. Those of us who are older have a frame of reference, we know that life does get better but of course we all need help. Maybe Karyn was ashamed to say she was depressed. Perhaps the burden myth of the “Strong Black Woman” was too much for her. I know how she feels. I’ve been there. I was young once upon a time but thanks to strong parents, caring Aunts and a solid spiritual base I made it. Please everyone let’s make our Churches, Temples, Mosques, Synagogues, and other places of Worship caring networks where people young and old can run to for help and guidance. Remove the Stigma of depression, panic attacks, anxiety and other mental illnesses. Be somebody who cares. May God rest your soul Karyn Washington.  May all who suffer find sanctuary.



Life is All These Things and Flights of Fancy

6 Oct

Life is:

Stupendous, astonishing, astounding, breathtaking, outstanding, colossal, dynamite, enormous, fabulous, fantastic, great, marvelous, mind-blowing, miraculous, monumental, phenomenal, prodigious, radical, smashing, spectacular, stunning, super, superb, terrific, sweeping, far-reaching, wondrous, stimulating, tremendous, groovy, thrilling, dazzling, magnificent, glorious, splendid, brilliant, extraordinary, exquisite, awesome, excellent, inspiring, motivating, electrifying, exhilarating, remarkable, hip, cool, intense, deep, dazzling, alluring, exceptional, special, epic, vast, incredible, remarkable, adrenaline-charged, flabbergasting, passionate, Longing & desire, powerful, Journey/Voyage.

I ponder as I wander!

Now time for a Musical Spiritual Interlude

Here’s the Jazzy Owl.

One Froggy Evening I was doing the Michigan Rag

Over many ages I’ve traversed the mind of the Unicorn. Here are the seedlings of Wisdom he has passed onto me in our mutual journeys.

 We are highly imaginative, uninhibited, free spirits, nonconformists and eccentrics!

Are Tribbles ancestors or distant relatives to Furbies or Gremlins?

The Trouble with Tribbles and Don’t let your Tribbles Become Your Troubles

Break Forth into singing to our singing future furry ancestors

The Trouble with Tribbles

The Trouble with Tribbles


Watch out don’t get me wet!


Furbys the Next Generation

Donations and Freewill offerings can be made directly to my PayPal account  Thank you and God Bless.

Excuses that make God go Hmmmmmm……….. Then again from time to time perhaps we’ve all taken the plunge into neverending darkness and encountered hobos who’ve insisted that we take a ride in the freight car of the Southern Pacific to who knows where. Are we on our way to Xanadu or the Hotel California? If the latter we know that there is no escape, save we move towards our own individual inner lights.

The Neverending Darkness of Hobos

The Never-ending Darkness of Hobos

Flights of Fancy

Greetings and Salutations from Planet Rock & The Fantastic Voyage!

This is Cheytan and I’ve been asked to conduct this flight of fancy. Wait a minute. Excuse me but some of the other spirit creations are trying to break free before their time and they’re causing an awful din. Hey you guys! Silence! Thank you. Now I can proceed.

Normal is the mutually created state between self and Goddess whereby you repeatedly step out of one state of being into a personal universe of goals, dreams, and fantasies without having a complete psychotic break with the reality at hand. Living inside ones head with the ability to return to the Three dimensional worlds for discourse with earthly flesh and blood. My ancestral angels have not only pulled me back but accompanied me, overshadowing my being with a golden celestial aura.

Anytime I’m dissatisfied with the present reality I retreat to my “Happy Place” – a parallel universe populated by created forces over which I have total control or at least most of the time. Occasionally the inhabitants may get out of hand but my fellows they are allowed to stray from their appointed pathway only in the greater scheme of further ends I’ve already predestined for them.  Sometimes the Angels assigned to guide have me morph into alternate beings, with the ability to inhabit the glories of past and future worlds both terrestrial and celestial.

Each chamber of my mind has a doorway that opens to Flights of Fantasy Realms with many alter-egos and avatars each vying to pilot the “Dream Ship Cheytan”!

These dreams and fantasies become my true normal. Normal is the Pharaohs of ancient Egypt copulating with Flappers of 1920s America producing a race of superhuman beings and biomorphic forms who populate the fourth dimension world of Modern Art. The dissolute household, Isis, Ishtar, Nzingha, Makeda, Storm, the Borg Queen Lilith, Juan de Pareja, phantasms from the paintings of Tanguy and Carrington, the Wizard of OZ, Star Wars, all  meet  in a Great Celebration!

Juan de Pareja plays ethereal music upon a 17th Century Italian Harpsichord accompanied by musical voices that have taken the form of African drums, old Negro Spirituals, Baptist Hymns, Native American, Gregorian and Buddhist chants. Dwellers from the off center worlds of Yves Tanguy and Lenora Carrington dance a ghostly minuet strangely in time with the aforementioned harmonies. Umberto Boccioni mechanical cubist forms shape shift as each civilization raises its songs of praise to their nation’s way of life. Rumi and Hafiz recite poetry in Old Persian. Surreal images of Magritte and villagers from Chagall mix and mingle in a charged atmosphere. All happily exchange and converse within the Stream, that unconscious subtle system of verbal and non-verbal communication. Empaths guided by cues, pheromones, and inner thoughts, dreams and visions.

Always remember, “A Unicorn seldom this way comes to a locked Garden.”

Yes! Normal is the reality I create for myself!

Excuse me but my Creator Mistress signals me to re-enter Fourth Dimension from which I was summoned.

Folks it was fun being able to briefly enter your world, voice my thoughts and I hope to visit with you again very soon. Alright everybody the party’s coming to my place. Get on the conga line and let’s go!

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