Over 40 years ago I worked in a hospital named General Hospital. This was a few years before my first child was born (1972). General Hospital was known as the County hospital, a place where middle class America would not be caught dead there (no pun intended). I worked Cardiology, ran a CODE BLUE TEAM that was above any in the state. We got the gun shot wounds, the stabbing, those that were mugged and of course the mothers to be. I am re-flexing now for my friend had a masses heart attack and will be crossing over in the next day or two. I spent this morning with him at the Providence Hospital in Kansas City, Kansas. He is not here physically but I spoke with him on a plane that few will understand. His wife Joclyn was there and she knows the connection Risto and I share. The thing about seers, dreamers, or as the Bible puts it prophetess (for you nay sayers get in the Word and read about Deborah wife of Lapidoth, I already told you I know from where I descend) is we can not see a thing about our selves. Risto would read me and I in turn him. I watched for the first time ever the movie Eve's bayou two nights ago because I was questioning myself. WAS I A NUT? I never heard of this movie but as the Great Spirit always does, he spoke to my questioning. I often tell people I can feel you although I am 100s of miles away. In this movie Mozelle Batiste Delacroix did the same thing most times she held the hands of folks that wanted to know their future or where something that was lost could be found. She charged money for doing this, something that should never happen, but unsolicited visions would come to her just as they come to me, but I digress.
The Old General Hospital has a reputation, If you are dead or dying go to General Hospital and you would surly walk out of there alive. Our Code Blue team where miracle workers, I am still in awe of the folks that walked out of that hospital. As I stated I worked Cardiology and over time we started losing some of our long term patients ( I was at St. May's Hospital by then). There was this one woman named Martha, she was 42 years old and went for open heart surgery (they did the surgeries at the hospital next door (Trinity) but we did all of the work ups before surgery. Martha had Angina pectoris (google it). She went in at 6:30 that morning and all day long we kept checking. I got off work at 3:30 but Martha was still on the heart/lung machine I stayed until five and she was still on the heart/lung machine. When I returned the next day the first thing out of my mouth was Martha? She was dead, they could not get her off the heart/lung and called it at 11:30 that night. The only reason she didn't come off was because she didn't want too. Dead was better than the pain she had endured. I took it personally for part of her work up is the physiological part and Martha got pass me. There or those that have a death wish and I normally see it, but not Martha. I was tired of seeing death so I went to Labor and Delivery, I wanted to see life. There were a couple of BLUE babies (google that one too) that hurt but I saw LIFE.
Right now I'm tired of seeing death and the ones that are the hardest are the ones that I see before they happen. I saw my nephew Brandon, I saw grasshoppers father, the thing about this one is he called the date hisself) and now there is Risto.
Risto is at peace and so is his wife, Mario, his son is on my page and I want him at peace as well. I was just thinking if Martha was at the old General Hospital being cared for by my mentor Dr. Hill I just bet she would have walked out alive.
I need an Eagle feather (which are very hard to come by) but I want Risto to meet his ancestor, Sam Perry, in the ways of OUR ancestors.
I am going to Post a poem written by DR. EVARISTO GAITAN SR. one night during our late night talks
OUR LIVES MAKE UP THE TAPESTRY OF OUR ANCESTORS.
FREEDOM NEVER RINGS, AND INTEGRITY NEVER SINGS.
THIS UNIQUE FABRIC OF TIME DISPLAYS THE TUMULTUOUS DISDAIN OF OUR FOREFATHERS.
THE FORBIDDEN JOURNEY IS CAPTIVATED HISTORICALLY IN THIS TAPESTRY OF TIME
I, THE EVIL THE WICKED, THE UGLY,…..
THE USURY BY WHITE MEN, INDIAN MEN, AND INDIAN WOMEN, AND HOW THEY REPRODUCED
WHILE INDENTURED IN SERVICE.
THE INDIANS COHABITED WITH BLACKS, FATHERED CHILDREN, BUT FAILED TO CLAIM THEM.
FASHIONED AND SHAPED FROM THE SAME GENETIC INGENUITY FULL-BLOODED INDIANS
USUALLY ARE, BUT AS UNCLAIMED FREIGHT LEFT FOR AN AUCTION OR SALE.
IF LOOKS COULD KILL, IT WOULD BE SUICIDE WHEN KING TISH-O-MINGO LOOKS INTO
THE MIRROR. HE IS ALSO LOOKING AT A FREEDMEN SLAVE WHOM HE FATHERED.
THE INDIAN BLOOD WAS INTERTWINED WITH THE SAP OF A BLACK WOMAN,
INTRAVENOUSLY PENETRATING THE SPINDLE OF LIFE, AND THE WEB OF TIME.
DISSEMINATING FROM THE VAS DEFERENS OF A NATIVE WARRIOR'S SEMEN.
COLOR CODED CHROMOSOMALLY , INDIGENOUSLY PREDISPOSED.
LOOKS LIKE ME, FEELS LIKE ME, SMELLS LIKE ME.
A TRUE REPRODUCTION OF THE FALLEN SEED OF A NATIVE AMERICAN WARRIOR.
THE BLOOD…..
OVERLAPPED….
OVERLAID…
CRISS-CROSSED..
INTERMINGLED…
COMMINGLED…
THE SHAVINGS……
THE TRIM…
THE TINY THREADS…
THE FRAYED EDGES ARE STILL
INDICATIVE OF WHO WE ARE.
THE SCISSORS OF CIRCUMSTANCE CANNOT CUT US.
THE TAPE MEASURE OF ERADICATION CANNOT AND WILL NOT RULE US BY NO MEANS!!!
BECAUSE WE LOOK LIKE , FEEL LIKE, SMELL, AND ARE LIKE THE INDIAN WARRIORS
THAT TOOK THE BLACK WOMAN'S SAP, AS WE DISSEMINATED FROM THE RESULTS OF THEIR SEMEN.
DOUBLE-MINDED, DOUBLY INDENTURED, AND DOUBLY ENTANGLED IN THE EYES OF THE
NATIVE AMERICAN.
CAN YOU SEE ME??????
WHERE AM I IN THIS TAPESTRY?
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
I AM THE INDIAN THREAD!!!!!
I AM THE INDIAN NOTION!!!
I WAS CROCHETED INTO THIS TAPESTRY BY INDIAN FATHERS OF LUST , TRICKERY AND DECEIT.
MY ANCESTORS ARE CRISS-CROSSED HERE ALSO
DO YOU SEE THEM????
CAN YOU FEEL THEM?
DO YOU SEE THEIR FOOTPRINTS?
DO YOU SEE THE IMPRESSIONS THEY LEFT BEHIND?
DO YOU SEE THE FAMILIAL WEBS THAT LINGER?
PATTERNS OF YESTERDAY, AS SEEN TODAY.
HANDLE ME WITH CARE, FOR I REVEAL A STORY OF A TRUTH.
DON'T STEAL ONE THREAD, OR ONE FIBER,
FOR THIS TAPESTRY SHALL BE NEVER DESTROYED.
BECAUSE THESE THREADS ARE INDESTRUCTIBLE.
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