Tomorrow I'll be listening via internet to an Easter service by a man of whom I've known for less than a year. He wears many hats, including chaplain. The forces of darkness are exerting a global presence like never before and I'm being called to stand and be counted. It is a lone journey but I join with many others also alone. Together our voices unite in chorus and hymn to our creator. We will not be oppressed for we are the original intent among a species gone terribly wrong. Like Pete Seeger's popularized We Shall Overcome, here is one of many versions of another, a Cuban emancipation song, he'd sing with audiences of kindred souls. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blUSVALW_Z4 And this solemn soulful rendition became a permanent part of my then adolescent heart in 1966. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_apu3ZZtMA
That's a beautiful rendition of my motherland's song, Guantanamera. It's great seeing musicians from my ghetto (Miami) featured in the video. I wish everyone would stop misspelling Habana - there isn't a "v" in the name. I get goosebumps when i hear that song, I think of generations of Cubans who've been separated from their loved ones in the island because of a demon (Fidel was our neighbor in Oriente) and the idiots who murdered innocent people on his behalf. Thank you for sharing that link.
Cuba has intrigued me since the time I started reading newspapers, something I no longer do :- ) When I first heard Guantanamera in '66 close to three more decades would pass before I heard Pete S.'s sing it. Thanks to the internet I've heard at least 6, maybe 8 others, including C.C. I resisted the temptation to post it despite the Celia 'connection'. I'm with you on the power of those many singers at once. I read years ago in a book authored by researcher / American citizen / Cuban native Servando Gonzalez that Fidel was a CIA asset. If true, it might explain a thing or two. And now his spawn lives on north of the border. La negra tiene tumbao ! Tan verdad ! La Gata que todavía te queden la mayor parte de tus nueve vidas.
Celia, crying happens for different reasons. All are beneficient even crying to release duress at the death of someone close, near and dear.
It can be sudden and spontaneous as the mind correlates and sorts through events that are happening at the moment or in the past memory bank.
I listened to an abused woman, 27 years ago, telling me some terrible things that happened to her. She was and is the sweetest, most gentle, inner and outer beauty woman I ever knew. I adore her, and we have been best friends for 28 years now. I did not just listen, but I felt. I also cried.
Last year talking to a minister, I mentioned that gal to him by her first name only for the sake of her privacy and discretion. The memory bank of sorrows was fully and quickly functional. I cried.
Standing between two lakes a short time ago, I had last walked to 65 years ago, as a boy, on a rock outcropping sixteen feet above waters edge, in the same small depression I had stood in then brought memories of six others, it seemed a time warp to me as my mind clearly and correlatively formed a mental picture of each of those men. All are dead except myself and an older man. One of those gone several years ago was my father. I cried.
A man at work with me just over 30 years ago, had a 3 year old daughter who was abducted, raped, and murdered by a sex offender out on parole, released by people on a parole board, liberal criminal coddlers. He told me the full story. I held strong. A few weeks later I went to her grave seeking release from that burden. Her nickname was "Angel."
I stood there for a second in time a moment before it came. I cried. But in this case, my emotions gravitated to hate and anger at the damned fools who had released the perp. Four years ago her father who I have kept in contact with called me to tell me the perp had been stabbed to death in prison. I felt placated and told him that was good news. I did not cry. Nor did he.
I mumbled a few words about the irony of it all that a murderer locked in prison was the one to have done justice in accordance with the Word that few listen to, but which counsels the damned CYSTem to execute murderers.
At this point, I am relieved though religious hypocrites would condemn me. It is written, "God hates the workers of iniquity." Ecclesiastes says there is a time and place and season to everything, including times to love or hate. I write this thinking of precious Celia, Jessica, and the many women in the pro life movement, all who I adore among other good women of excellence out there opposing evil by their perseverance, candor, integrity, and resolve in a society where man bites dog, evil rulers hold sway in most western nations, and the maggot gags at the hypocrisy on display by fools and useful idiots such as "turdo." "biDUMB," "ovomit," and the rag tag leftist loons in existence I detest for the destruction of all that is good.
I am bold. At this time I have uncovered what many would see as a national scandal perpetrated on two individuals by four CYSTem sectors up here in Canuckistan I am bent on exposing and in process destroying in the "court of public opinion." Among them are two JP's, two bureauCRAPS, corrupt cops (we have lots up here including one in the OPP who raped a drunk woman and took pictures, but while being suspended, enjoyed years of full pay before he was booted) But I digress. I must say the USA grows much finer law enforcement officers without a doubt.
To get back on track, I will boldly proclaim I adore and love and cherish every single one of these good women and dare say in the scheme of things, that the most beautiful and precious and highest creation He made was woman. They possess the more nobler character traits, than my gender, including of course, me. To quell any disagreement, my Salvation Army mother taught me to read with no Dick and Jane story books, but by total use of the Holy Bible. I inherited my "git" and hatred of injustice from her but also my soft side.
One of the things that breaks me are the backgrounds of several women in my life in non romantic friendships but still anchored by three things each of them wanted from me and already had, that all women want. Those are RESPECT, TRUST, AND UNDERSTANDING. Some of these know me better than I do myself, but I have always been open and they desire that as well. I really have no time trying to pretend I am someone I am not nor the energy to waste in the dualist existence most live.
"Take me as I am or let me go" as the late George Jones sang in a song that is my favorite, delineates my perspective.
I will conclude with the words I have always said to the women who tell me they trust me. I tell them that having the trust of a woman is being but arm's length from having her love. None have replied to that statement but ones who are very close to me have both smiled in silence and given me a look of unparalleled affection that melts me. But this is not a romantic thing, it is what I refer to as a mind and soul and spirit connection that melds two minds into one.
I must stop. I do not want to give the creation worship that belongs to the Creator, that is forbidden in the Word.
For those who rail against me in my insistence there is no more sublime creation nor higher God created entity than woman. Please do not argue with me.
Forgive me Jesus for using your technique to shut down the nay sayers you dealt with in your day. I will use a question as an answer herein. God created everything but in an ascending order. Was not His last creation woman?
good song, and good to know that holy name is open again for services. it became funeral central for the neighborhood starting in spring 2021, then they went from a funeral a day to several as the year went on. will never forget the day i saw a huge crowd of gradeschoolers descending the steps there, wondered if their teacher had died, then i saw the child-size coffin
what? Really???? I was gone for four years. Something has happened to Holy Name Church but I only have the vaguest sense of what. Do you live on he UWS? Is it a matter of some kind of…is it a globalist encroachment? Something tells me some kind of force came in. Yet I still enjoyed it, and yet, I was not "supposed" to be there, perhaps. I have so much Church confusion. That is a very chilling story about the child-size coffin. I can't bear this.
been on the uws for a long time although i missed the good old days of the wild wild west in the 80s/90s. all the churches up here seemed to be on life support in the years before 2020, holy name had sunday service and that was it. same with st. michaels up the block on amsterdam, which once had a great music series. only place where there's been much going on has been advent church, 93/bwy whose mostly-monthly concerts have resumed, but the stink of philanthropath money pervades the programming https://www.musicmondays.org/
synagogues have been as busy as usual though, same with the many little basement level shuls.
globalism definitely plays a part in the increasingly transient character of the neighborhood, general decrease in citizen engagement, but otherwise i think the decline was more related to real estate. for example st. michaels sold their air rights to a developer for a controversial adjacent pack-em-and-stack-em project)
Three years ago, I was listening to Dr. Benito who later became a bit famous because of his bluetooth experiment. The people in his audience were very distressed because of the News of an "increased demand" of small, white coffins. Dr. Benito said, staring at his webcam: "Remember that children are always in the presence of God."
That sentence was etched forever in my memory.
I think he said that so quickly because he is a Catholic of Daily Mass.
Thank you, Celia, for that wonderful song, Entre Tus Manos, which I have sung for many years. Here is a new song especially for you, Celia, and also for all your followers. I know from experience that what is expressed in it is true, for I have also found JOY and FREEDOM and COMPLETE SECURITY by yielding my human will to the Divine Will, as Jesus did in the Garden of Gethsemane, and actually BEFORE coming down from Heaven to save us. We cannot change the world--any more than we can change ourselves--by our own power. What is needed is SURRENDER to the Divine Will. GOD IN US CAN AND WILL CHANGE US AND THE WORLD, BECAUSE IT IS HIS PLAN! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucwreqhgE3Y
Beautiful song, thank you Celia, appreciate your honesty about crying... to me crying is a woman's emotional release valve and understandably in this increasingly Violent world today, which gives everyone incentive to cry.. Now my male emotional reaction to fear for example is typical.. anger.. we males get angry. Male Fear based emotional release valve is violence, verbal then physical..
Thankfully for me not so much anymore.. I learned to watch it like a Hawk.. see it in its infancy, it's spawning point.. in the Mirror of the Moment and not move from it.. just watch.. and what I found is it will dissipate of its own accord.. no mushrooming into physical violence.. Happy to report haven't had a physical altercation in decades.. close a couple times in the last few years but I try to practice De escalation techniques which help.. As an NPS Ranger I sometimes have to deal with unruly and even Violent park visitors... It's kind of like being on the bomb squad.. Crazy kind of game.. How do I diffuse this situation? Try to prevent the interaction from becoming a Crying kind of situation.. anyway... We are going to get through this period.. !
Used to live on West 72nd and I love that church. Yes, sister, the tears have been a-flowing. I know a lot to pick up from the collective and I think the lunar eclipse smashed us all a bit. Really looking forward to tomorrow's call. 🥰🥰🥰
Beautiful. Deeply heartfelt. Thank you.
Tomorrow I'll be listening via internet to an Easter service by a man of whom I've known for less than a year. He wears many hats, including chaplain. The forces of darkness are exerting a global presence like never before and I'm being called to stand and be counted. It is a lone journey but I join with many others also alone. Together our voices unite in chorus and hymn to our creator. We will not be oppressed for we are the original intent among a species gone terribly wrong. Like Pete Seeger's popularized We Shall Overcome, here is one of many versions of another, a Cuban emancipation song, he'd sing with audiences of kindred souls. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blUSVALW_Z4 And this solemn soulful rendition became a permanent part of my then adolescent heart in 1966. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_apu3ZZtMA
That's a beautiful rendition of my motherland's song, Guantanamera. It's great seeing musicians from my ghetto (Miami) featured in the video. I wish everyone would stop misspelling Habana - there isn't a "v" in the name. I get goosebumps when i hear that song, I think of generations of Cubans who've been separated from their loved ones in the island because of a demon (Fidel was our neighbor in Oriente) and the idiots who murdered innocent people on his behalf. Thank you for sharing that link.
Great poet José Martí, and great musicians in Cuba.
"Mi verso es de un verde claro
y de un carmín encendido:
mi verso es un ciervo herido
que busca en el monte amparo."
"My verse is of bright green
And of lit crimson:
my verse is an injured stag
who seeks shelter at the hilltop"
----
In Celia Cruz recording of this song, she sings these verses too:
"Cultivo una rosa blanca
en junio como en enero
para el amigo sincero
que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca
el corazón con que vivo,
cardo ni ortiga cultivo;
cultivo la rosa blanca."
"I grow a white rose
in June and in January
for the true friend
who gives me his free hand.
And for the cruel one who pulls out
the heart of my life,
nor thistle or nettle
but a white rose I grow."
A. R, thanks. I read Marti's bio today for the first time. His poem means more now than yesterday.
Celia's version of guantanamera is my favorite! La negra tiene tumbao, she's our queen.
Really? It's supposed to be Habana? wow.
Cuba has intrigued me since the time I started reading newspapers, something I no longer do :- ) When I first heard Guantanamera in '66 close to three more decades would pass before I heard Pete S.'s sing it. Thanks to the internet I've heard at least 6, maybe 8 others, including C.C. I resisted the temptation to post it despite the Celia 'connection'. I'm with you on the power of those many singers at once. I read years ago in a book authored by researcher / American citizen / Cuban native Servando Gonzalez that Fidel was a CIA asset. If true, it might explain a thing or two. And now his spawn lives on north of the border. La negra tiene tumbao ! Tan verdad ! La Gata que todavía te queden la mayor parte de tus nueve vidas.
Celia, crying happens for different reasons. All are beneficient even crying to release duress at the death of someone close, near and dear.
It can be sudden and spontaneous as the mind correlates and sorts through events that are happening at the moment or in the past memory bank.
I listened to an abused woman, 27 years ago, telling me some terrible things that happened to her. She was and is the sweetest, most gentle, inner and outer beauty woman I ever knew. I adore her, and we have been best friends for 28 years now. I did not just listen, but I felt. I also cried.
Last year talking to a minister, I mentioned that gal to him by her first name only for the sake of her privacy and discretion. The memory bank of sorrows was fully and quickly functional. I cried.
Standing between two lakes a short time ago, I had last walked to 65 years ago, as a boy, on a rock outcropping sixteen feet above waters edge, in the same small depression I had stood in then brought memories of six others, it seemed a time warp to me as my mind clearly and correlatively formed a mental picture of each of those men. All are dead except myself and an older man. One of those gone several years ago was my father. I cried.
A man at work with me just over 30 years ago, had a 3 year old daughter who was abducted, raped, and murdered by a sex offender out on parole, released by people on a parole board, liberal criminal coddlers. He told me the full story. I held strong. A few weeks later I went to her grave seeking release from that burden. Her nickname was "Angel."
I stood there for a second in time a moment before it came. I cried. But in this case, my emotions gravitated to hate and anger at the damned fools who had released the perp. Four years ago her father who I have kept in contact with called me to tell me the perp had been stabbed to death in prison. I felt placated and told him that was good news. I did not cry. Nor did he.
I mumbled a few words about the irony of it all that a murderer locked in prison was the one to have done justice in accordance with the Word that few listen to, but which counsels the damned CYSTem to execute murderers.
At this point, I am relieved though religious hypocrites would condemn me. It is written, "God hates the workers of iniquity." Ecclesiastes says there is a time and place and season to everything, including times to love or hate. I write this thinking of precious Celia, Jessica, and the many women in the pro life movement, all who I adore among other good women of excellence out there opposing evil by their perseverance, candor, integrity, and resolve in a society where man bites dog, evil rulers hold sway in most western nations, and the maggot gags at the hypocrisy on display by fools and useful idiots such as "turdo." "biDUMB," "ovomit," and the rag tag leftist loons in existence I detest for the destruction of all that is good.
I am bold. At this time I have uncovered what many would see as a national scandal perpetrated on two individuals by four CYSTem sectors up here in Canuckistan I am bent on exposing and in process destroying in the "court of public opinion." Among them are two JP's, two bureauCRAPS, corrupt cops (we have lots up here including one in the OPP who raped a drunk woman and took pictures, but while being suspended, enjoyed years of full pay before he was booted) But I digress. I must say the USA grows much finer law enforcement officers without a doubt.
To get back on track, I will boldly proclaim I adore and love and cherish every single one of these good women and dare say in the scheme of things, that the most beautiful and precious and highest creation He made was woman. They possess the more nobler character traits, than my gender, including of course, me. To quell any disagreement, my Salvation Army mother taught me to read with no Dick and Jane story books, but by total use of the Holy Bible. I inherited my "git" and hatred of injustice from her but also my soft side.
One of the things that breaks me are the backgrounds of several women in my life in non romantic friendships but still anchored by three things each of them wanted from me and already had, that all women want. Those are RESPECT, TRUST, AND UNDERSTANDING. Some of these know me better than I do myself, but I have always been open and they desire that as well. I really have no time trying to pretend I am someone I am not nor the energy to waste in the dualist existence most live.
"Take me as I am or let me go" as the late George Jones sang in a song that is my favorite, delineates my perspective.
I will conclude with the words I have always said to the women who tell me they trust me. I tell them that having the trust of a woman is being but arm's length from having her love. None have replied to that statement but ones who are very close to me have both smiled in silence and given me a look of unparalleled affection that melts me. But this is not a romantic thing, it is what I refer to as a mind and soul and spirit connection that melds two minds into one.
I must stop. I do not want to give the creation worship that belongs to the Creator, that is forbidden in the Word.
For those who rail against me in my insistence there is no more sublime creation nor higher God created entity than woman. Please do not argue with me.
Forgive me Jesus for using your technique to shut down the nay sayers you dealt with in your day. I will use a question as an answer herein. God created everything but in an ascending order. Was not His last creation woman?
Always Edward
good song, and good to know that holy name is open again for services. it became funeral central for the neighborhood starting in spring 2021, then they went from a funeral a day to several as the year went on. will never forget the day i saw a huge crowd of gradeschoolers descending the steps there, wondered if their teacher had died, then i saw the child-size coffin
Three years ago.
It feels like yesterday.
The love of money is at the root of all evil.
what? Really???? I was gone for four years. Something has happened to Holy Name Church but I only have the vaguest sense of what. Do you live on he UWS? Is it a matter of some kind of…is it a globalist encroachment? Something tells me some kind of force came in. Yet I still enjoyed it, and yet, I was not "supposed" to be there, perhaps. I have so much Church confusion. That is a very chilling story about the child-size coffin. I can't bear this.
been on the uws for a long time although i missed the good old days of the wild wild west in the 80s/90s. all the churches up here seemed to be on life support in the years before 2020, holy name had sunday service and that was it. same with st. michaels up the block on amsterdam, which once had a great music series. only place where there's been much going on has been advent church, 93/bwy whose mostly-monthly concerts have resumed, but the stink of philanthropath money pervades the programming https://www.musicmondays.org/
synagogues have been as busy as usual though, same with the many little basement level shuls.
globalism definitely plays a part in the increasingly transient character of the neighborhood, general decrease in citizen engagement, but otherwise i think the decline was more related to real estate. for example st. michaels sold their air rights to a developer for a controversial adjacent pack-em-and-stack-em project)
glad you went to the service.
Three years ago, I was listening to Dr. Benito who later became a bit famous because of his bluetooth experiment. The people in his audience were very distressed because of the News of an "increased demand" of small, white coffins. Dr. Benito said, staring at his webcam: "Remember that children are always in the presence of God."
That sentence was etched forever in my memory.
I think he said that so quickly because he is a Catholic of Daily Mass.
stats confirm the anecdotes https://lionessofjudah.substack.com/p/cdc-child-deaths-started-skyrocketing
Gorgeous haunting beautiful,,, thank you for sharing this :)
The English version is what we sang in my Church back in 1970's. I still sing it regularly. It's beautiful, I love your version.
Very moving soliloquy, Ms.Farber. I thought it was the long, dismal winter that had done me in. Eres muy bien. Gracias.
Thank you, Celia, for that wonderful song, Entre Tus Manos, which I have sung for many years. Here is a new song especially for you, Celia, and also for all your followers. I know from experience that what is expressed in it is true, for I have also found JOY and FREEDOM and COMPLETE SECURITY by yielding my human will to the Divine Will, as Jesus did in the Garden of Gethsemane, and actually BEFORE coming down from Heaven to save us. We cannot change the world--any more than we can change ourselves--by our own power. What is needed is SURRENDER to the Divine Will. GOD IN US CAN AND WILL CHANGE US AND THE WORLD, BECAUSE IT IS HIS PLAN! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucwreqhgE3Y
Beautiful. Thank you, Celia. Happy Easter.
lovely and rings true to me thank you ... check out my new battle song against tyranny ,...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpF5b8k-hzg
Okay, I enjoyed the hell out of that. Funny and smooth and very nicely produced.
🙏💔🕊️
That was beautiful. Thank you.
Yes…crying a lot this past week…just waves of sadness overcoming me, and allowing it to come out so I can let it go…
stuff that’s been deep inside for a long time. 💓🙏🏻
Beautiful song, thank you Celia, appreciate your honesty about crying... to me crying is a woman's emotional release valve and understandably in this increasingly Violent world today, which gives everyone incentive to cry.. Now my male emotional reaction to fear for example is typical.. anger.. we males get angry. Male Fear based emotional release valve is violence, verbal then physical..
Thankfully for me not so much anymore.. I learned to watch it like a Hawk.. see it in its infancy, it's spawning point.. in the Mirror of the Moment and not move from it.. just watch.. and what I found is it will dissipate of its own accord.. no mushrooming into physical violence.. Happy to report haven't had a physical altercation in decades.. close a couple times in the last few years but I try to practice De escalation techniques which help.. As an NPS Ranger I sometimes have to deal with unruly and even Violent park visitors... It's kind of like being on the bomb squad.. Crazy kind of game.. How do I diffuse this situation? Try to prevent the interaction from becoming a Crying kind of situation.. anyway... We are going to get through this period.. !
Keep Going Momma! Love your work!
Used to live on West 72nd and I love that church. Yes, sister, the tears have been a-flowing. I know a lot to pick up from the collective and I think the lunar eclipse smashed us all a bit. Really looking forward to tomorrow's call. 🥰🥰🥰
"...three hours max." Recovery is time consuming. My nervous system can hardly wait. I have a John Muir meditation to share.