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MY DECADES OF LIFE by Joyce Hyde
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This earth assignment suited me very well, being sent to earth as an emissary from heaven was a very prestige assignment in the angel core. You see when angels reach the age of thirty; they are given their work orders. We get sorted out by our special skills and personalities, and then, get to choose where and to whom we will be earth born.
Now, when we were in training, Jesus would visit often. |
Sit and talk with us while we were growing up and show different versions of life paths we could choose when we went to save our earth brethrens.
Jesus probably, more than likely spent equal time with all the young angels, but me-being me, I Just feel like I was special to him. Well, in truth, He told me so, but in hindsight, I can’t imagine that He wouldn’t have said the same to all of us. After all, this was going to be a treacherous journey we would undertake, and He wanted us to be 100% sure that we thought we could handle it.
The point is that none of us is here by accident. We came to give light and hope to those who need to change their point of view to find what they are searching for. As the only child of the formidable Annabelle Parker, imagine my shock to find that she was my drill sergeant assigned to teach me and protect me until I was ready to start my earth job. She must have been the best in her angel class, because she taught me so much valuable stuff, I am still uncovering new lessons to aide me to completion of my job.
In my second decade, it started to get a bit frenetic. My joy came from having the only television set in the neighborhood and watching with my mother in the dark, the ecstasy of Elvis, happiness at becoming a teenager and going to lunch at Woolworths and McCrory’s, shopping for shoes at Baker shoe store and thankful for going to school and not falling on my face while making the perfect curtsy in my Cinderella white gown. I had not yet developed any kind of vocabulary that had progressed beyond “I want this” or “Mama, can you?”
In my third decade I began to transform. Some kind of “inside out kind of thing” All of my “I wants” suddenly were on behalf of someone else. My son was born. It started rather innocuously.
When I was pregnant, I would crave foods – or he would. My mom had to buy stacks of these little pizzas and I would eat them all day long. I began to only see baby things when I went shopping. I didn’t have to worry about a name, because my husband had promised to divorce me if I didn’t name him - the third. Well, since he was somewhere on a submarine, serving the country, I was hardly in a position to dissent. With my daughter, five years later, all hell broke loose in my head with the names competing in there! To make it worse, when I would try one out for someone, they never liked what I liked.
I was happy to leave New Orleans for California. I lived a very happy life there. By this time, I had completely forgotten about my job as an earth angel! I was terribly busy with the children.
Then-it started. The first one I got to watch on television when Rodney Glen King, an African American taxi driver was violently arrested by officers of LAPD. This was soon followed on April 29, 1992 when three of the officers were acquitted by a white dominated jury of twelve. The jury verdict triggered massive rioting in Los Angeles, which lasted for 4 days, making it one of the worst civil disturbances in Los Angeles history. [Main Article: 1992 Los Angeles riots]
Thus, began my awareness of having been born Black. I was 43 years old. My husband came home and found me sitting on the sofa crying, uncontrollably. The city was being set afire.
I think it was shortly after that I began to study Buddhism, looking for answers; I have to make world peace, there must be something I can do. My sense of urgency was intense. I was embraced and nurtured by my Buddhist friends when I was trying to decide if it would be safe to try this. I sat for hours with the Bible on one knee and the Buddhist scriptures (Gosho) on the other; looking for contradictions or admonitions. I argued with God, or rather shifted the blame to Him; after all, I reasoned, He brought this to me.
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Somewhere in here on January 4, 1994, I was woken up at 4 am positioned upside down head to head with my husband who was unexplainably on the floor. It seems that I had been rudely awakened by a violent 6.7 scale earthquake. Later that year, my husband would move to New York.
My grandmother, mother, several aunts, uncles and cousins died within six or seven months. I lost count. |
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They were probably all my trainers from the angel core and I had graduated into my own job at this time. Now, this was indeed a strange course this life path was veering into. I kept reviewing the tapes of the life I had led up until this point and all of the events of those years and their attendant feelings and emotions.
My fifth decade turned out to be the all time “Blackouts-Blizzard-Bombings” I moved to Staten Island, NY.
The last was catalyst to being returned home to the launching pad. I would need to use every single lesson I had learned; and still had more to learn on the fly. The past twenty four months have been as close to being in a cocoon as I could possible come.
I am in suspended animation waiting for the spinning to stop. I have been supplied with life support via connection of the internet, constantly fed life giving infusions of love, laughter, energy and prayers that keep me connected to the source. I wish I could see through the threads but they are there for protection until all of the fall out settles.
In the meanwhile, it’s quite comfortable in here. It’s a lot of hard work as this great big old house was build over a hundred years ago, so I have to improvise almost everything. Air conditioning is available but not at all practical and way too expensive to actually use it. The lace curtains cover it nicely, so it doesn’t get too much dust. I do have the exquisite luxury of having a ten (twenty maybe?) year old washing machine. It only occasionally gets angry and tries to shoot the agitator out the top. I am truly grateful that it hasn’t figured out how to escape and bop somebody in the head, as that would most likely be me.
I love starting my morning load of laundry on the way out to greet the girls. Watering the flowers as they wake to the morning sun gently peeking out with not a hint of the coming brutality in store is blissful. By 8 am the sun god is angrily marching across the sky as if in hot pursuit of a mortal enemy, mindlessly destroying everything in its path. The gentle breezes brought through by the sister trees will not let us perish. Hang in there girls, I promise I will bring the salvation of the water hose as soon as the Sun God has left the sky. You can do it, just remember how beautiful you will be in the morning.
We are grateful to be alive+++
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About the Author:
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Joyce Hyde is a very loving and active member of our communnity. She is very friendly, upright and positive fellow who loves to tell exactly as she sees and feels. Joyce has a wonderful writing attribute that stands her out as a super story teller. For more about our lovely Joyce, please CLICK HERE for her Bio. |
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It is an honor that gives me great pleasure to review “My Decades of Life” by Joyce Hyde. Joyce is a very special and talented lady as you have seen while you read through her wonderful Article of Virtue.
Joyce’s spirituality shines through in her writing. |
Joyce writes, “This earth assignment suited me very well, being sent to earth as an emissary from heaven was a very prestige assignment in the angel core.”
“The point is that none of us is here by accident. We came to give light and hope to those who need to change their point of view to find what they are searching for.”
From conversations with Joyce, I know she lives by these words.
Joyce has faced many challenges throughout her life. However, her last sentences tell again of her intense spirit and wonderful humor.
“Hang in there girls, I promise I will bring the salvation of the water hose as soon as the Sun God has left the sky. You can do it, just remember how beautiful you will be in the morning.”
Joyce’s words are so wonderfully descriptive; we can feel the heat of New Orleans! “I love starting my morning load of laundry on the way out to greet the girls. Watering the flowers as they wake to the morning sun gently peeking out with not a hint of the coming brutality in store is blissful. By 8 am the sun god is angrily marching across the sky as if in hot pursuit of a mortal enemy, mindlessly destroying everything in its path. The gentle breezes brought through by the sister trees will not let us perish.”
Thank you, Joyce for this incredible Article.
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