Saturday, 2/16/08; 11:31 AM

Here I sit at my altar. The river and wetlands twenty stories below. The winter sun brilliant in the sky, it’s rays bouncing like a thousand little diamonds off the surface of the water.

I open my eyes after a brief meditative silence with these thoughts echoing through me: my deepest prayer, O’ God, is to become a clear vessel. I will to do only what constitutes DIVINE WILL for me here-now. My sole and deepest desire is to fulfill my Soul’s purpose and function; to do GOD’S WORK as only I can do. There is for me no other reason for being.

The body, the scars of surgery, the chemo, the cancer–none of that matters or even holds the reality it had at the beginning of this process…this journey…Fear is no longer. No question of living or dying. That simply does not matter. What matters is fulfilling my holy function as a woman-of-God–mujerdedios. That is the only reason for continuing this here-now in this particular flesh body in this timespace.

I have a job to do; a divine purpose; a destiny; a divine calling. I hear it. I hear the Voice of God–ISIS calling to me; whispering sweet nothings in my ear during the dreamtime; words of love, and courage; instructions that are immediatley forgotten the moment my eyes fly open to embrace the morning light.

I sit in this here-now, this present moment listening to the call of a far-off bird. It is not the usual cry of a sea gull circling the river below nor the honk of a goose flying from the wetlands to a grassy area in the development where I live. I’s a strange, lone cry echoing above the noises of this Saturday Bronx morning. I hear it above the swish of tires, the bleating of car horns, the whistle of a far off train…And now silence. It’s gone. Flown by. A lone traveller passing through the skies above on some mysterious journey through time and space.

Just like me.

Bye-bye birdie…so long little sister.