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In the words of the late Marvin Gaye: Who's willing to try to save a world that's destined to die
When I look at the world it feels me with sorrow Little children today are really gonna suffer tomorrow  Oh what a shame such a bad way to live."  In gluttony and selfishness. Sean Carter
aka Jay Z said it "More Money More Problems," yet this seems to be the way of the world.

Money money money money, we've become a slave world all living in bondage to the rhythm of currency. I've read and listened to rants and raves on race-related slavery just one-minute faucet of slavery a ploy contrived to keep your minds off the real culprit of slavery: Money. All of you deluded Wealthy, Rich, Well Off men and women of so-called caliber and stature ask yourselves is your time truly your own do you really have peace of mind, or is your function ( work, hustle, goals, ) designed to Supersede or maintain your status quo ( Materialistic Lavish LifeStyles). Every time I read an article or hear news of anyone in the limelight's accomplishments a monetary value is always attached or implied. I'm being extremely verbal about those of you in positions deceived by slavery in the form of such titles CEO, Dr, Lawyer, Actors, Actresses, etc.  Listen up anyone who punches a clock, or whose day starts out with keeping schedules and meetings of any form other than for recreational purposes you are a slave. That's the way the monetary system is designed to encompass you. It's all dressed up as earning a living and well disguised as owning your business. I have yet to hear of a doctor living in a studio apartment to get my drift? The really smart people live off the grid and off the land in the mountains and on reservations. I have enormous respect and admiration for the lifestyle they live which is working the land, using natural resources, and the bartering system that HUMBLES and GROUNDS them, and rarely involves $.

Now I'm not saying that no self-respecting person in the given situation is not going to need to earn a decent living, heck it's the name of the game sort of speech. Just don't forget the system is controlled. I totally understand those who defy earning a living in the traditional manner. I slaved for 20 years until I was stricken with health issues and got out through SSD and now at retirement age SS. Oh, believe me, it is a blessing in disguise it allows me peace of mind and the freedom of time management that fulfills my heart's desire as a Freelance Artist. My husband earns a decent living and has dreams of his own. His dream is to share his music with the world for prestige and fortune. A lot of you would reply smart man. I personally just simply want to share. Again a lot of you would say I'm simple-minded and I'm cool with that. I'm comfortable with simple, I don't like complicated. We are a two-family income living from check to check I'm humbled and grateful that it affords us our independence. Could we use a little more he would say, of course, I would beg the differ. Am I supportive of him in his plight most definitely.

My question to the wealthy is when do you stop being a slave at what figure is enough, at what figure do you get out of the slave trade, and at what figure is too much that it becomes excessive, greed (one of the seven deadly sins). In my humble personal opinion, I don't feel any human being NEEDS millions of dollars homes henceforth two or three of them. It also tickles me pink to see my folk conscience-less aware of trying to keep up with the devil and the "devils pie," especially after having fought race-related slavery so long, only to become hostages of the Green Slave Master.

The bottom line people is Material things have no real value nor does money it's just a source of trade. I see a lot of you consumed with work so that you're looking overworked literally killing yourselves to maintain illusional empires you've built. I'm going to use that old adage you can't take it with you, which I know everyone's aware of, even though many behave contrary. Remember it can all be lost in the twinkle of an eye. I'm reminded of the the Madoff Scandal, The New Re/Max Commercial, and don't forget about Bill Cosby "The Original American Dad" who was built up only to be torn to shreds and for all of those who had his back when he was up none of them caught him coming down. So on that note who's truly giving back???

Some people call themselves giving back but not without requiring something of you first. Better yet they select to give to those who they know will bring them many valuable returns which is basically investing.  That's not truly giving back. I'm talking about sacrificing some of your time and extending yourself. You can't put a price on that. Unsurprisingly no one truly does except us "little people" because it's priceless, worthless in value but oh so rich.


Acquire only what you need not all that you want; want not waste not!

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Some Mothers' Hanna Hanna Hanna; Katheryn Katheryn Katheryn

Some mothers just can't let go! Here's a fact you can not raise grown people! After 18-21 years of rearing who should want to. Mind you I didn't say help out (within reason), big difference. At what point moms do you stand up in guilt or guiltlessly say I've done my job to the best of my ability sink or swim, remembering sinking is not so bad but a learning experience. I believe that the overbearing, overprotective mothers create low self esteemed individuals who don't have a clue of their self worth because they're like guided missiles. I use the word missiles because these individuals at some point become rebellious, self destructive or just plain destructive as in the case of Candace, Wyatt and I believe eventually Benny too.

It is my belief that these types of mothers are needy, clingy, lacking thereof, more than likely stemming from an un-balance in their childhood (the sins of our fathers) sort of speak. On that note was just reflecting on some words of  Greenleaf character Mavis McCready when she spoke to Grace about her deceased sister saying to her, bear no guilt for your sister's demise everyone has the choice of their own path. Just curious as to why and I'm sure there is a reason Lady Mae as a mother would turn a blind eye to the molestation of her daughter. She's a mother for another time. I brought this incident up to say that no matter how good or bad your parenting skills are children become adults and eventually walk their own paths. A significant percent of the time the path they choose has nothing to do with their up bringing.

"It's a Hard knock life." No one has it easy even those born with (silver-spoons) in their mouths. Hard Knocks build character in the strong, and while the weak may fall and never get back up that's just their choice.

Mothers' nurture your children while they are young then (clip those apron strings) meaning trust them and allow them to grow. They may occasionally ask for your advice if needed. Hanna you claim to be a woman of faith, so let go and let GOD. You are not the creator Hanna.

Special thanks to my Mom Mrs. Verdell Satterfield who is now deceased for clipping her apron strings and pushing me out into the world. It has made the woman who I am proud to be today. And the beat goes on. In turn I've done the same for my daughter and she's flying like an eagle! For those less fortunate take solace in knowing you did what you felt was best.

*Notice I didn't mention that other mother Veronica Yikes! She's a controlling mother the worst kind.

Thank you Tyler Perry for your portrayals. There is so much more than meets the eye in these episodes. FYI folks they're filled with insight.

HONORING SLY AND THE FAMIY STONE

Remembering Over Three Decades Of Their Music

There was James Brown Sex Machine which was pretty cool, and then there was Sly Stone's Sex Machine which was the sexiest Sex Machine ever and still to date ( in my opinion )!

We at Jozacmusic revel minus the drinking in Sly and The Family Stone's music so my husband ( Jozac ) and I put a little something together to honor their memories. This snippet is not an attempt to infringe on any copyrights and is intended for entertainment purposes only. (MIU)  Enjoy

http://jzac1961.wixsite.com/jozacmusic/music  Sly Stone

Lost English Vocabulary and Expressions.

Weird Thoughts

It would seem that as generations change so does our vocabulary.

Here are some words I remember as a child that have disappeared from our everyday conversations.

Brassiere, Basin, Bellboy, Footstool, Jukebox, Nylons, Record Player, Steward, Stewardess, Stockings, Swish Broom, Telephone, Washboard, and Girdle.

These are expressions:  Whatchamacallit, Thingamabob, My Guy, Can You Dig It, Thingamajig, Morlocky, Alphabet telephone exchange (AU1-5611)

I'm sure there are a lot more.  If you can remember any please leave them in your comments.

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OVERJOYED!

My cup runneth over. Such prolific writing I've decided to hold my blogs until seasons end if I can refrain myself in doing so. Season 6 of HAHN Tyler Perry is satisfying every hunger and quenching every thirst while remaining unpredictable. Superb!

Greenleaf reaffirms my opinion of the circus that Christianity has become and a great view of the character likes who hide behind it. However, it is unremarkable and magnificent storytelling. Kudos to writer Craig Wright and Oprah Winfrey.  Finally, something to share at the family dinner table on so many levels. I no longer attend church, found him for myself years ago now my church lives within me. Grace has her name for a reason when I see her I'm reminded of:

Isaiah 11:1-6

 And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots:

2 And the spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD;
3 And shall make him of quick understanding in the fear of the LORD: and he shall not judge after the sight of his eyes, neither reprove after the hearing of his ears:
4 But with righteousness shall he judge the poor, and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth: and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the breath of his lips shall he slay the wicked.
5 And righteousness shall be the girdle of his loins, and faithfulness the girdle of his reins.

6 The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.

Last and not least for all of the stories are equally great, is The Night Of HBO's new mini crime series. Zaillian and Price made it, (the criminal justice system) all surreal from different vantage points while telling a compelling story. Marvelous.

The shows are all fantastic.

On pins and needles waiting for each next showing no time to blog. They're all just too gooooooood. You'll just have to wait Ms. Dr. Alexes Cross is on writers steroids; formula PWZP

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FLATLINE! (Getting Mom Her Gift)

TIME TO GO

"Time to go" were the three words spoken by my BFFL, the last significant words from anyone who meant something to me.  It was May 15th, 1977, I was twenty-one years old, nine months pregnant my water had broke and I was about to give birth to my firstborn child.

I remember as if it were yesterday.  May 14th is my mothers birthday the year 1977 she was celebrating 50 years of life.  She had a large celebration that year.  Family and family friends filled our home from near and far most of all afar.  I wanted so badly to have the baby on her birthday.  It has been said that dancing or any type of strenuous exercise can induce labor.  I danced the night away to Marvin Gaye's Got to give it up!  It didn't happen right away.  Sunday morn around 5 am the party was dispersing. Family members who lived close went home and those from far went to hotels while others remained at our house. Everyone in the house had retired to get a bit of sleep before late morning. Mom and dad my two grandmas and grandpa, aunts and uncles.  As the house was quiet and filled with the sound of snoring me myself and I was the only thing stirring about. Feeling alone and left out I decided to lay down even if I couldn't sleep,  I did. Shortly after laying down, my body started doing foreign things. So I lay there for about half an hour wondering if I should alert anyone especially since they've barely slept an hour.  No I  decided,  I just got back up and walked around thinking to myself. I was feeling little needling pains in my pelvic and vaginal areas. Over a two hour period they had lasted. First twenty minutes apart,  then fifteen and  ten. I remember in birthing class we were taught about contractions so I thought this is what's happening and I had better tell someone.  All the while thinking to myself if this is what birth pain feels like I can handle it.  I went downstairs to the rec area and found my BFF laying on the sofa, I told her about it. Half-awake she said Nae Nae it's nothing, "just go lay down and go to sleep." Okay, now I'm thinking who would know better than her since she had recently given birth to her firstborn who is my niece. So I did and anyway they had stopped.  An hour later they started again the same pattern 20, 15, 10 this time they were a little stronger. So I go to mom and grandma who I had to wake up. Mom is reluctant who is the mother of six and grandma who was a midwife,  is nudging her to go and check me out. Two of my aunties from far who are RN's were sleeping over one's also a midwife and they both have over 20 years of experience in nursing. Mom awakens them, they both examine me and decide false alarm.  However, one aunt explains I could be experiencing what's called lightning in the medical terms of OBGYN.  Lightning is when a baby is trying to break through the placenta. It's around 11:00am everybody's up and all eyes are on me.  The pain is coming around the third time but even stronger.  I have a flashback of the movie Alien starring Sigourney Weaver. Particularly the scene where the alien is ripping the man's body half into coming out.  It was at that moment fear crept in. Auntie checks me saw that I had started dilating and recommends I be taken to hospital for an exam.  I go get checked  and the doctor sends me back home confirming what I was experiencing was "lightning." The time is now after 2:00pm, I go to the bathroom to urinate, pull my pants up afterward and something new happens.  Water is coming from my vagina through my pants and I can't stop the flow so  I'm standing in a puddle. I cry out for help and Mom and Grandma comes running they know right away my water had broke.  It is really time to go now.  My BFF takes me back to the hospital only this time it was for certain to deliver.  On the way there she says to me these words I shall never forget and took solace in, "I wish that I could have that baby for you Nae Nae."  The way I felt then and now I wish she could have too.

It's minutes to three when we arrive at the hospital. Nurses and staff check me and reexamine me. I'm taken back to labor and delivery. Here's the thing the nurse asked if  I would like to get in bed or walk around being  I had more dilating to do.  What she did not mention was once you are in bed you can not get back up.  I opted to go to bed, I was exhausted and only wanted to sleep. Bad decision? Although at first, it might seem so, I think not, it's probably what helped sustain me.  At that juncture, I was imprisoned in my bed.  My hands were restrained and my feet placed in stirrups. It was then fear took a mezzanine seat, all this plus now I was actually contracting at twenty minutes apart and the pain was becoming unbearable. I remember pleading with the nurse if I could get up and walk around I'd be okay, it was then I found out once you're in bed till delivery is complete. After two sets of twenty-minute contractions. I decided in between I would need to sleep in order to continue.  I slept for five hours uninterrupted by nurses or contractions. I was awakened by the next shift nurse who was baffled and annoyed that I had stopped contracting during my rest. I was happy and well-rested.  I had been told that nothing stops contractions not even your sleep ha. It was now at eight o'clock hour the nurse reported I had been sleeping during which time the labor stopped. The doctor ordered to induce labor.  It's a good thing my body took in some rest. Half an hour later contractions started again right where they left off twenty minutes for an hour then fifteen this time pain extremely unbearable, so this is how payback feels. By eleven pm I was down to ten minutes apart when I hear the nurse say okay she's ready to let's get her over to delivery. By this time I'm completely out of my mind, wiggling trying to free myself,  yelling, screaming and pleading for mercy. Fear had taken a front-row seat. All I could think of was Alien. They roll me in the delivery room there's this big bright lamp over this steel thin table with a doctor at the foot and one at the head. They place me on the cold table placing my feet in the stirrups and restraining my hands I remember It took four of them.  I hear the doctor say she's crowning and signal the anesthesiologist to knock me out. The anesthesiologist proceeded to try to place a mask over my nose, adding to the trauma.  I'm swinging my head from side to side, in hopes of stopping him to no avail and with him partially succeeding.  At this point, I remember rendering myself as helpless and losing this fight as I vaguely hear the doctor say forceps, in that instance my last Will and thought was "oh God this is it I can't take anymore."   Then I shut my body down.  FLATLINE!  
That was the day I probably shocked my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. (Pun intended)  Jesus probably said to Our Father OMYOU father did you see what this one just did? I know she's strong Willed but the will to stop life? This one is special I'll have to keep my eyes her.  And maybe Christ thought too if Peter had that Will. Here's yet another thought she turned her life off lets see if she has the Will to turn it back on wait....wait.  Silly of me only I have the power to give life. I had better turn her back on because I surely didn't call her home. I have plenty more work for her to do. 

 "Back to Life, Back to Reality" back to the there and then.  I awakened in a frenzy in a very dimly lit room. Unbeknown to her,  I watched as she (the nurse) abruptly stood from a chair at my bedside when noticing the machine flicker.   Patting my hand and telling me to be calm in a gentle voice. I sobbingly asked as I felt my stomach did I have that baby and she quickly nodded and said yes. I responded with a sigh of relief.  The huge clock on the wall showed the time was three-forty.  My next question was what did I have, she said " you had a beautiful healthy baby boy" and no sooner than she got the b in boy out I said "Yuck,"  she chuckled and asked why I replied "I wanted a girl." back to sleep I fell in an instant. Waking again after 4am and feeling relieved she asked how are you feeling I said fine. She said, "well you gave us all a good scare, the doctors had to charge you four times."  "We lost you."  Don't let them (referring to the doctors) tell you anything else." "I'm telling you this in confidence and I could lose my job, but you have the right knowledge." In hindsight we lost you was putting it mildly and rightly so, I guess if she had said you died,  the fragile condition I was in, I probably would have died again lol.  None of what she was saying meant a bag of beans to me then.  I was just so happy to have that baby out of me. However, I did thank her. I've often thought about having the opportunity to tell her what a huge influence those words have in my relationship with Christ Jesus today.

It didn't matter to me but it mattered to Mom and Dad who were horrified when they reached the hospital at noon to find me in ICU hooked up to six machines. Not to mention the hospital didn't inform them that I had complications during delivery. Dad was simply glad that I was alive and he had his first grandson. Mom was furious,  the doctors did inform them that my heart had stopped and how many times they had to charge me.  I never asked how long I shut down but The Almighty brought me back.   No, I didn't see "The Light" or any afterlife experience. I guess that's because it wasn't according to Christ Jesus my time.  Some doctors proclaimed that it was a massive myocardial infarction except no one has ever had one and lived to tell about it, and there were no visible signs of one.  There were other theories it had something to do with rheumatic fever which I had no history of. The doctors were baffled again courtesy of moi and you know who!  Twenty-one years later yet another unexplained incident according to them. Doctors back in the 1970s and earlier on believed they had the power over life and death lol. They've just gotten so today that they will admit that all they can do is their best and The Almighty Father does the rest. Anyways under doctor's orders, I remained in the hospital for a week although my son could go home.  Mom forbid it she said, "my grandson will stay in this hospital close to his mother." The baby was born at 2:09 am May 16th, 1977 with help of forceps (which are now illegal) weighing in at 8lbs/101/2oz and 23" long.  He is currently 39yrs old and a blast.   I figure that's close enough to Mom's birthday. Happy Birthday Mom my gift to you a grandson!


Here's my theory in short. You know that cliche:  scared/frightened to death.  Literally, I'm living proof. 

Thanks and Praises to my Lord and Savior Christ Jesus.  Amen! 

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"WILL"

There are two definitions for the word; will according to Oxford dictionary: will 1 and will 2. In this essay, I'll be expressing will 2.  The faculty by which a person decides on and initiates action: she has an iron will a battle of wills between children and their parents' [mass noun]: an act of will

 Remember Christ Jesus had already tested my Flesh and Will when I was born.  So now the first time he tests my Will on humankind is my mother. My mother was a loving, kind and gentle woman yet very stern. I am one of six siblings who is instilled with a great foundation, obedience being a strong point. We didn't have a lot but we never needed anything. One of mom's golden rules was "waste not, want not," and "what I fix you will eat."  I was four years old, mom had prepared for dinner pork chops smothered in gravy mashed potatoes and beets. I ate most of the meat, well the potatoes and beets no thank you. She was annoyed that I had eaten most of the meat and touched nothing else. So she asked "why haven't you eaten the rest of your food?",  I remember answering "because it nasty, I don't like it and I don't want to."  How's that for sweet honesty and innocence.  It didn't sit well with her and she said to me " hum well you're gonna eat it and you will sit there until you do if it takes all night." So she shepherded the others off for baths and bed while I remained alone at the end of the table shuffling my food around my plate with my fork. It was now after seven-thirty and she had returned to the kitchen to clean up. But first, she warmed my food and sat at the table looking at me as if her presence would persuade me to change my mind. Glancing at the clock on the wall then staring at that awful food shuffling it around in my plate, feeling annoyed, confused and thinking why is she treating me this way.  Meanwhile Mom's back at the kitchen sink washing dishes and talking on the phone to grandma.  It's a quarter past eight I know it's past bedtime, 'cause bedtime was when the little hand is on the eight and the big hand is on the twelve. I hear her telling granny what I did then I hear her say, "she's a Willful ole child" glancing back at me, she didn't say stubborn or defiant. Finally, the little hand was on the eight and the big hand is on the seven.  I'm getting sleepy my head is bobbing so I push the plate of food aside and rest my head on the table. She must have turned around and noticed me, I hear her tell grandma "I gotta go, this child  fell asleep at the table."  I felt her pick me up and cart me off to bed caressing my head along the way leaving that plate on the table.  I often wonder and concoct the things as a parent she must have been thinking. However well into adulthood with children of my own, I did ask.  All I got was a very subtle chuckle,  the same chuckle I remember hearing as she carried me off to bed that night. I love you Mom always and forever R.I.P

Sunday coming I'll be writing about my Flat Line ordeal.  I'm privileged to share with you how "His Will"  along with "my Willpower"  had a big role in my story of survival. 
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