I have to spend the next two days playing with the doctors, but before I run off….

Have you forgotten about our organization that is trying to raise money for those in need, thanks to the government shutdown. Have you spread the word about it? I know I haven’t had time to build a site for it yet but it will eventually have a home on the internet I promise you. But just because it doesn’t have a home on the net yet, doesn’t mean it isn’t really and the problems we are trying to tackle or not just as real either. Below is a post I made on FaceBook this morning. The shutdown is now starting to trickle down and it is really trickling down around here. Hell, forget the trickle it is now more like a rainstorm. If you would read the article below, if you can’t donate, then please pass it along to someone who can. Thank you, Lady A

 

The government shutdown has been going on for a month. This shutdown included several difference agencies. One of the agencies that was closed down and is hitting our area very hard is the agency that supplemented public housing for the area. Our area is not that economically prosperous to start with at the present time. Since the government subsidized these people living in government housing they are now facing eviction. The government pays half their rent and then they pay the other half. Without the government agency that pays their other half, some landlords are not willing to work with these people. They want the entire amount or else they are going to evict them. It is bad enough that the government is shutdown and people are caught in the middle and used as helpless pons. These are individuals, human beings, for goodness’ sake our Elderly and being treated like this. It is inhumane. Even though my mother has passed away, I know I wouldn’t want her living in one of these public housing projects and when the government shutdowns and can’t uphold its end of the original bargain, out you go. It is a disgrace that our Elderly are being treated like this. Our Elderly should be cared for, live in comfort and not have a worry in the world. But unfortunately in these days and times that is not so. They now worry about facing eviction and being put out on the street. They need help and funds to avoid being evicted. I know we can help these people and others that might be in the same situation. I am only aware of the housing projects in our area that are threatening to evict our Elderly but we would be more than willing to help any others that might be in this same situation if you would only tell us about them. These people need our help. Please help them from being put out on the street in the freezing cold.

The fund collected now are going to the Elderly in our community and others to keep them in their homes and off the streets in this cold weather. Can you imagine the damn government letting our Elderly be put out on the streets.

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Goddess Knowledge – Flora

Flora, “Flourishing one,” was the Roman goddess of flowers, gardens, and spring. She is the embodiment of all nature; her name has come to represent all plant life. She is especially a goddess of flowers, including the flower of youth. Her festival of unrestrained pleasure, the Floralia, was celebrated at the end of April and beginning of May; this festival was probably the orgin of the maypole dance and the gathering of bouquets of flowers, symbolizing the bring of spring and new life into the world. She gives charm to youth, aroma to wine, sweetness to honey, and fragrance to blossoms.

Flora teaches us to honor growing things, both inside and outside us, She is a reminder to pay attention to pleasure, to the beauty of spring, and to new life, where it is found.

For more information about Flora click on this link for a general search: Information about Goddess Flora

To see images of the Goddess Flora click on this link: Images of Goddess Flora

I Have a Dream Speech by Martin Luther King, Jr. on August 28, 1963

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free; one hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination; one hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity; one hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land.

So we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was the promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note in so far as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy; now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice; now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood; now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content, will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the worn threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protests to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy, which has engulfed the Negro community, must not lead us to a distrust of all white people. For many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of Civil Rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality; we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities; we cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one; we can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”; we cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro in Mississippi cannot vote, and the Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No! no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations.  Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi. Go back to Alabama. Go back to South Carolina. Go back to Georgia. Go back to Louisiana. Go back to the slums and ghettos of our Northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.  Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I HAVE A DREAM TODAY!

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama — with its vicious racists, with its Governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification — one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I HAVE A DREAM TODAY!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low. The rough places will be plain and the crooked places will be made straight, “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.”

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.  With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brother-hood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.  And this will be the day. This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning, “My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.” And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire; let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York; let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania; let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado; let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that. Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia; let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee; let freedom ring from every hill and mole hill of Mississippi. “From every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: “Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.”

Source: Martin Luther King, Jr., I Have A Dream: Writings and Speeches that Changed the World, ed. James Melvin Washington (San Francisco: Harper, 1986), 102-106.

Link to the website where I copied this world-famous speech there is more information besides what I posted: I HAVE A DREAM speech MLKjr

A Thought for Today

These are only a few quotes by Dr. King if you would like to read more of them click on this link: Dr, Martin Luther King Jr Quotes

When I was in a speech class in college we had to choose any topic we wanted to give a 7-minute speech on. I chose to write and give a speech on how just 1 person can change the world. I used Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Hitler. Both men changed the world in different ways forever. PArt of my speech included how Dr. King’s followers mourned his death at the time and in some ways we still mourn him. While on the other side Hitler people even the ones he trusted most were glad he died.

America and other countries still have a ways to go until we come to a point of there being no discrimination towards anyone no matter what their sexual preference is, what religion they follow, what color their skin is, how fat or skinny a person is, whether they wear glasses or not. I could go on with this list but I want you to think and dig deep into your mind to find out who you think of as not being an equal to you because we all to some extent discriminate against a person or group of people whether we do consciously or unconsciously. I feel we are at a crossroads and have the chance to bury all our negative feeling of discrimination.

Every day for the next 7-days take a piece of paper no matter what size it is and write down everything you know you discriminate against. Take your time doing this as it will help to cleanse your spirit and some chakras as well. On the 8th day either tear your papers into tiny pieces or burn them in your cauldron or whatever you have that you can burn them but be able to collect the ashes. Now go to a crossroad if you can bury them if can’t bury them just pour them out of the container onto the middle of the crossroads. DO NOT LOOK BACK look to the now and the future to start helping to wipe discrimination off the face of Mother Earth.

One final thing to think about if everyone everywhere believes that everyone else is equal to them there would be less need for military personnel because there would be fewer wars and/or terrorist attacks. There would also be a world that could once again find how to live in harmony with Mother Earth and all living things.

Blessed be dear ones.