Sista Quotes

It matters not,
That you knew not,
For ignorance is equivalent to knowing without doing,
Thus the wages are the same. ~Sista

AM I MY BROTHER'S KEEPER...?

ChicagoTribune.com:Death of infant twins ruled homicide; mother charged;
CNN.COM: What drives a mother to kill;

This was a difficult read; four children forever gone...

Two story’s, just a few days apart, another mother takes the life of her children, ages 2 and 1. Devean and Ja’avan Duley died by strangulation, at the hand of their mother, just 4 days after Kimora and Kamari Roberson, were found lifeless and neglected.
These acts are not mere coincident, they are however, the wounded cries of a society that has lost its way. It is reported; every three day’s a child dies at the hands of, his or her parent/s, be it neglect, or abuse.
Are we our brother's keeper...? Yes we are… and somehow, we must find a way to stop the madness. We cannot continue to close our eyes, and turn our heads in the opposite direction.
Our young men and women are screaming for help, and we don’t hear them… We are waiting for them to mouthed 911, emergency, help me I have fallen, however we will never hear a word, for their screams are their behavior, and their actions, are our only clue. Our young adults are lost, and hurting, wounded by fear, and crippled by pain. They seek love, affection and acceptance, and find lust, confusion, and unwanted pregnancy, and then the children suffer. We must awaken, and understand we have been given a command, to love our neighbors as ourselves. These children and their mothers were someone’s neighbor, family member, or friend… May GOD meet these women where they are, and supply them the aid, they undoubtedly need…
Amen

If I Could Not Fail

If I could not fail,
I would master the art of lucid dreaming,
I would take all the necessary steps to become a master teacher,
teaching and inspiring all those seeking to be awakened.
If I could not fail,
I would own my own land, farm,
preserving and selling all my own goods,
in my own general store, in some small town in rural America.
If I could not fail,
I would be a master photographer,
displaying my art like priceless jewels,
owning my own photo-gallery.
If I could not fail,
I would build a solar and wind powered home to live in,
and have the utility companies pay me!
If I could not fail,
I would become a light weight female body builder,
and make the Guinness Book of World Records,
due to my heart defect.
If I could not fail,
I would find, marry, and grow old,
sharing all these experiences, and accomplishments,
with the man who loves me, as I love him.
If I could not fail.

No shame in knowing your worth...

In my Shug Avery voice:

“No not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. I think it just pisses GOD off”,

For us to walk through life’s fields of fertile potential, and don’t notice the creative potential within ourselves. It’s not vain to know your worth, and want to share a good thing.

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My Favorite Photo...

This is my favorite photo...
It was taken after my second open heart surgery at age 5. It was the end of the school day. Momma and I were returning home, after my long stay in the hospital. But first she needed to stop by the school; I think to see what she needed for me to return to school. Momma learned the school was having picture day. The kindergarten teacher told Momma the photographer was packing up. She was sure he was done for the day. Momma asked when he would return, the teacher said next year. So with me in tow, Momma raced to find the photographer. Me, still dressed in my hospital clothes, Momma asked the photographer if he would take my picture. The photographer took one look at Momma, and then at me, and with a kind smile, he said yes. Momma asked if he would give her time to run home so I could change my clothes...and again the gentleman smiled and said yes.
At home, Momma snatched this brand-new dress down from the closet, price-tag, and plastic still on. With a quick wash-up and change, we were back at the school. The photographer was true to his word.
Three weeks later October 17, 1971, wearing the same dress, with Momma watching as I cross the street heading to school, a car jumped the curb hitting me, causing two broken ribs, a gash in my forehead, and temporary paralyzes. Needless to say I never saw this dress again for either, the doctors, attendants, or paramedics had cut me out of my beautiful new dress.

THE MOVIE "INCEPTION"

After years of novice attempts to understand lucid dreaming, and the complexities of human consciousness, I have finally had the opportunity to view a movie, which tackles these subjects with depth and creativity. This movie addresses the intrinsic perplexities of the subconscious, demonstrating the over lapping worlds we build as we sleep. I will be buying the movie... “Inception”.

Sista Quotes

If the mirror is never place before us, we never fully see the image we are projecting.
Copyright ©2010 Kim R. Daniel/SistaSistaSister

THE SONS OF GOD

THE SONS OF GOD
By Louis Maye

In the Bible....we have a story...
Telling us about the sons of God...
And how they were not supposed...to have any
Dealings with the inhabitants...the humans.
Now as with most of the stories...in the bible we are not given the full story...
But a partial telling of ...what ...really took place.
We must also take into account the repetitious nature of history ...which is such..
Because mankind fails to learn the
Lessons of past generations.
We continue to repeat the same mistakes over and over again and again.
Thus if destruction befell them ...will it not ...overtake us also .
What have we done differently to change this outcome...?
What have we done to avoid destruction...absolutely nothing?
In fact we are mimicking ...their very actions.
But let us get back to the sons of God ...who are the sons of GOD?
There have been many speculations ...a plethora ...of answers offered up.
Some would say ...they were the priesthood...
Others say angels. I would conjecture ...that ...they are you ...and I.
Plain every day ordinary men.
Does not scripture say that...
(Every man/woman ...is a priest...priestess...in their own home).
We have all ...somewhere ..sometime ..heard the story...of Enoch ...
In fact in some bibles.., there is indeed
The book of Enoch .
Enoch has also been said to have been ...the Egyptian ...Hermes,
Trigmigistus...called by the Greeks ... Thrice Greatest Hermes.
According to the bible Enoch was taken up by the Angels ...
For he was found to be righteous...the most righteous, of his day and time.
According to...The Book of Enoch... he was deemed the scribe of God.
I...must ask the question...for in a reasoning...thinking mind ...the question begs to be asked...
Why is it...that this book only appears in some bibles...?
While in others we are only given a glimpse into…this story .
Again...a question arises...
If God ...so deemed him the scribe of God...
Then why was it omitted from some bibles
While appearing in others.
In the account given in the Book of Enoch...
Enoch was taken up into the heavens and shown
All the mysteries of the universe ...he also tells the story of the fallen angels or sons of God...and becomes.... due to the angels request...a mediator and intercessor for the sons of GOD
(The fallen angels)...they who took wives of… the daughters of the men.
The mission apparently was for them to come down ...and teach the human population...
But just like in the Star Trek saga... They were given a prime directive...and it was violated.
As they came together in council and there they discoursed as to taking in marriage...
The daughters of men...which apparently was forbidden…by God himself.
Some have speculated that ...this was the situation...which brought about Sodom and Gomorrah.
Cause and effect.
If we were to approach this story in a symbolical way...
It would no doubt...point to men to whom it was given...
The knowledge...of spiritual understanding...
And once recognizing the power and control it carried...
Used this power in a wrong way or manner other than was intended.
Never the less they had come with a knowledge...that surpassed the human understanding....
Then misused it ...and was therefore bound to never...again ascend back to heaven.
F.Y.I....This also means there are two groups of angels ...including the 1/3...which followed Satan. Research AZZAZEL...I think it is.
From a metaphysical point of view ...angels can be interpreted as good thoughts...
Which have become evil...or demonic, as to the usage of mankind…
As always ...I do not ask ...anyone to believe me ...or anything I say...
But I would suggest...if I may… that you research it for yourself.
Be advised also that the biblical stories are also stories telling one of the trials and tribulations...
One must undoubtedly face.... in our journey… our sojourn here on the plain of material existence.
Thank You and God Bless
Louis

I Make Lemon-Aid

I make the best darn lemon-aid I know...
When life hands me bitter, sour, tart, and harsh,
I snatch it from its vine,
Kneading it until the fragrance escapes the rind
Softening the inside, I expose the flesh
And squeeze with the strength of my grip
Making sure to catch the seeds and the pith,
Then I sweeten, with soul felt truth,
Making bitter, sweet; sour, savory; tart, tangy
And harsh, smooth to the taste,
Yes when life gives me lemons,
I make lemon-aid.
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Class is now in session!

Class:

Life
Assignment:

Study to show thyself approved,

a workman needing not to be ashamed,

rightly dividing the word of truth.
Quiz: Daily;

Test: Frequently;
All Quizzes are open book;

All Tests are fill-in the blank.
Oral interpretation extra credit

Class is now in session.

I Was Asked To Write A Poem

I Was Asked To Write A Poem

A poem…
Words to express my heart and mind’s contents
Words to express how I love my grandchildren or miss my mother
How I wish my children got along better with one another.
Words to explain how I feel about clear citrus drinks with bubbles;
Or how I pray that my sons don’t run into trouble,
as they escort their sisters on subways when its too late
at night…
I just say a prayer and close my eyes tight.
Words to describe how I love a light
rain
Or help you to understand the depths of my pain
when I see young ladies put their bodies on display
thinking that if they don’t they wont get any play
She doesn’t know
that behind her hook-ups are put downs…
how do you recover from just being a “slide”?
And my young men who think they are in the game
but they are only being played
Think they’re making money but money is being made off their blood,
their lives and their souls
They’ve never been told that they don’t stand a chance…
if they just listen to the beat and dance the dance.
Listen to the words
A poem…
Words to explain the sadness of death
Who am I crying for?
I know God knows best.
Words to explain how insignificant I feel
when I sit and contemplate the world for real.
How my birth was significant to few,
but how I want my passing to be felt by many.
I don’t want sadness and tears but a rejoicing,
that God even put me here
When you think of me
I want you to smile
I want you to sit and think for a while
how I touched your heart…even in a small way.
These are the things I want my poem to convey
But..alas…I cant find the words
I am not a poet
Copyright © 2010 Stephanie Ellen Wallace


The words of my best Sistah/Friend after I request her to write a poem..
Thank U Stephanie.. I will always recall, how U touch my heart.