Ride, Natty, Ride.

screen-shot-09-25-16-at-03-21-pm  This is one of the songs I would like played at my funeral (as well as “Wildflower” by Skylark, and “Ave Maria” and ” Amazing Grace.”) It’s by Bob Marley, naturally….a good send-off song, I think….


“Ride Natty Ride”

Rub, rub, rubby-doo-day;
Rum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum!
Dready got a job to do
And he’s got to fulfill that mission
To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah!
But-a we will survive in this world of competition,
‘Cause no matter what they do
Natty keep on comin’through,
And no matter what they say-ay-ay-ay,
Natty de deh every day. yeah!
Natty Dread rides again,
Through the mystics of tomorrow,
Natty Dread rides again:
Have no fear, have no sorrow, yeah!

All and all you see a-gwan
Is to fight against Rastaman.
So they build their world in great confusion
To force on us the devil’s illusion.
But the stone that the builder refuse
Shall be the head cornerstone,
And no matter what game they play,
Eh, we got something they could never take away;
We got something they could never take away:

And it’s the fire (fire), it’s the fire (fire)
That’s burning down everything:
Feel that fire (fire), the fire (fire);
Only the birds have their wings, yeah!
No time to be deceived.
Oh, brothers, you should know and not believe:
Jah say this judgement – it could never be with water,
No water could put out this fire (fire):
This fire (fire), this fire (fire),
This fire (fire), a yaga y’all! Ride, Natty, ride!
Go deh, Dready, go deh,
‘Cause now the fire is out of control,
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fiyah is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and waisting their souls.

Go ride, Natty, ride!
Go deh, Dready! Go deh!

Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach
And the leader try to make a speech,
But the Dreadies understandin’ that it’s too late:
Fire is burning;
Man, pull your own weight!
Fiyah is burning;
Man, pull your own weight!
Natty Dread rides again (Natty Dread rides again);
And me say, Go deh, Dready! Go deh! (go deh, go deh)
Oh ride, Natty, ride! (Dread rides again)
And go deh, Dready! (Go deh, go deh)
Ridin’ through the storm,
Riding through the calm (go deh, go deh).
Oh ride, Natty, ride!
Go deh, Dready, go deh!
Ride, Natty, ride!
Go deh, Dready, do deh! [fadeout]


screen-shot-09-22-16-at-03-44-pm I saw this road-kill squirrel on our lawn at the front, next to the road and it’s so  flat it could be a wall-hanging or a throw-rug! I mean, I’ve never seen one so completely flat like that before, it reminds me of those bearskin rugs at the ski lodge with the heads and the rest of it is completely flat. It’s one of those things that’s both gross and fascinating at the same time; the sort of thing that kids walking by on their way to school would stop and gawk at and poke at with a stick….but then my hubby came by with a shovel and got rid of it and our fun was over and that was that.

A neighbour also told me about that nice house I liked the rent is 1950$ a month plus utilities, which is expensive for this area, and there’s no A/C; the owner’s renting it out for another YR until his divorce is finalized and he lives in Ottawa. I still wish I could move in and live there, it looks like a nice house but it costs even more than I’d get on disability. Sigh.. All the schools in town were in lockdown on Friday too as there was a guy walking around seen carrying a rifle and it turned out to be fake but you never know at the time and there’s no taking chances. I also have this really weird headache and I had to take all  the  different kinds of headache pills before it finally let up; I guess it was the combination of them that worked.

The 15 YR old was also being mouthy over her chores and when I reminded her that it’s my job to remind her to do them she huffed, “and it’s my job to ignore you!” and cool,too: the 17 YR old’s friend’s father( who is a chef to dignitaries) met US President Obama; he was preparing a meal for him for some State dinner and he actually got to meet him! How neat is that?

I also had this weird dream I saw my friend K (from grade 8) on a cruise and she was now a wealthy drug kingpin and she was trying to kill me and she said, “Your face is even longer now, and still just as ugly, but I’d recognize you anywhere!” and I said to her, “Why are you trying to kill me? We were friends!” and I had the thought impressed upon me as well that I’m most likely to die the day before I turn 50 and  it’ll be from ovarian cancer that’s spread to my lungs….hmmm…..

All You Need Is Love And The Warrior.

screen-shot-09-23-16-at-08-40-am I had 2 mind-blowing “revelations” this time after I smoked weed: First of all, that the “key” to Heaven is love, in all it’s various different forms, variations, and expressions;love parents have for their kids, love kids have for their parents, love you have for your spouse, love you have for your pets, love you have for your friends, love you have for your relatives,etc. love is where you find it,and that God is love, and Heaven is a place of beauty and love, overwhelming with love, and I was shown a sample and  my heart was just filled with the awe of so much love it felt like it was going to burst. I mean, you really just love everybody, and without judgement; you leave that up to God, you just love  people,all people, and love is love. Hate(and all it’s forms) comes from Satan but love comes from God and it’s the basis of Heaven and the “key” to being worthy of it.You have to love, like Jesus said, “Love one another.”

screen-shot-09-24-16-at-01-38-pm I also had a “revelation” of what God’s purpose for my life is, what I was created for,my destiny, and why I’ve had to endure so many trials, misfortunes, bad luck, traumas, and hardships in life: I am a warrior; a warrior for God and His truth, and every hardship I’ve had to endure and overcome is a battle that I’ve had to face, fight, and win, to survive and to prove myself still faithful to God thru adversity. It would also explain why I’ve always defended God’s Truth as well as stood up for what’s right and defended the weak, the defenceless, those being picked on, bullied, or discriminated against, and stand up against oppression and injustice; because I am a warrior, and warriors defend.

When you think of warriors, such as Medieval knights you think of words like noble, brave, loyal, courageous, mighty, strong, righteous, and honest, all upstanding and respectable attributes, as well as battle-weary, battle-scarred, and survivors, which I also most definitely am. I am a prayer warrior as well, always praying for those in need, and as a homeschooling mother teaching my kids God’s Truth, arming them against the evils of the  world I am also a warrior training future warriors! I hope in the end that I have passed, and have done a good job, fulfilled my mission, and been a good, faithful,and true warrior.

As well, after I smoked a big fatty I could have sworn that our backyard fence kept moving, and I forgot my iPod password and kept trying the wrong ones so it ended up locking me out, and I was trying to read a T-shirt upside-down that said “Miami” on it and I was staring at it intently for 10 minutes and finally determined that it must have said “Iowa”, and I’m pretty sure that I passed out a couple of times as well although I can’t be certain if it was real or not or a hallucination as my brain’s still a bit “fuzzy”, but I do  remember though that my last thought as I was on the verge of blacking out was, ” Oh, shit, I don’t think I changed my Miitomo character’s outfit today…..”