Mahalo, Setem Na' Ausar Auset. Daddy -- Navigating the Circle of Life
Love You more with each breadth & thought - Dad
Love you. I kiss your Portrait every day (when I'm clean), and no one in the house can see me. Daddy
There’s another whole world unseen by eyes,
and it’s just beyond the veil;
where our loved ones go and forever reside,
in God’s arms Beyond The Veil.
No sorrow there, no more tears to cry
over there beyond the veil;
always hello’s-no more goodbyes,
only joy Beyond The Veil.
Beauty untold-more than the eyes can behold,
waiting for us beyond the veil;
where we’ll never get tired and never grow old,
forever young Beyond The Veil.
An existence more real than we’ll ever know,
it’s just hidden beyond the veil;
escorted when our race has been won here below,
to this world that’s Beyond The Veil.
Our friends, our loved ones wait for us there,
anxiously beyond the veil;
and God himself relieves us our cares,
as we join Him Beyond The Veil.
Author Curtina Clark
Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
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Mahalo, Setem Na' Ausar Auset. Daddy -- Navigating the Circle of Life
Love You more with each breadth & thought - Dad









Thank you for giving me your last dance.
Sorry Boo,
Daddy intended to upload this on Wednesday. The actual day of the week.
Yes Mam, I am really - really Motivated. So, to honor you in a manner that observers may easily read the words around the 'HourGlass' in the sands of time. I am posting the prose here.
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Two Years Ago ~~ We Danced
Phases of the moon and the day of the week, rather than the date of the year govern time. The Latin word Kalandae, referred to by Romans as calends, designated the 1st days after a new moon when bills were due. Soon Roman Emperor's disfavor to honor the cycles of Nature became true. One tradition, Judaic 'Christians' managed to preserve, Easter, which is always embraced with verve, after the first full moon of spring, is observed.
The season of Aton's returns remains with us still, as Ra embarks a radiant heavenly trek to remove winter's chill. Bathing the Earth in the divine warmth of Life & Love sunbeams that turns snow to showers to give birth to flowers.
So, it is fitting that on this Wednesday, rather than the actual calendar date, that the moon reckons the face of time, of the Soul incarnate, whom I am privileged to honor as Tekau Turiya Rasayon comes to mind.
My Dear Wonderful Daughter, with an Impeccable SMILE & a Heart to Grand for flesh. I am told; she gracefully turned around, as she fell to the ground - chanting a humming sound.
On the 28th of March 2012, she elevated & ascended from & among us, on the First Wednesday of spring, between 14:00hrs & 14:45hrs, as my person peeked at her pupils dilated & fixed, shocked, lamenting & cursing of how dare the divine order offer "my child" this Bull called eternal peace. And for a brief moment, I whispered in her ear, its OK Boo - Daddy 'gon stop trippin' - before a final Mantra of release. I felt the warmth of her spark cool, as her temple rest limp in my arms, in Southern Maryland's Hospital ER. Within seconds, I rubbed my oil on her sternum mixed with my tears, helplessly pleading -- that who touched her next, treat her like divine eyes were near.
Tekau, I Salute You!!! I honor you!!! I Thank You!! for giving me, the most prized gift & illusion in the known Universe, the right to be recognized as your father first.
For 17 years & 88 days, Tekau, you allowed me to believe, feel and Think that I was your father. The Parent, The Moor, a melanin-dominant hue-man & the arrogance of a doctor covertly rehearsing tapes in my mind - scenarios of her scripts - "now Daddy - when I get a 'boy-friend' ... don't scare him ... trip him out . . ." with that SMILE that could turn the darkest sea & murkiest water to a glistening Oasis --
Realize, no man - woman or child knoweth the hour - when your True Father, calls you home.
Beloved child, do you know - the depth - the abyss - of how I miss you? Yet, I know, you are not alone.
So, in those moments of privacy - I continue our dance, at times in tears. --- It is for certain that I will always
dance with you, caressing your picture to my chest, until I too - am laid to rest ~
Know then, that none among us controls the sands of time, for the rhythm of life answers only - to the Divine.