a taste of heaven

a taste of heaven
Heaven on Earth

Freedom is the Cause


So if you’re
thinking OMG!!!!! This single mother is backpacking across the world with her
two small children….. What will they eat??? Where will they sleep??? Please
direct your attention to the button below, here you can donate as much ( or as
little) as your heart desires, and those questions you
ask will be solved. And
you’ll be showing your support for the cause.. What is the CAUSE, you ask…..
FREEDOM!!!!
How far
would you like to see us go??














Sunday, December 16, 2012

Anything worth having is worth fighting for!!


You know that saying if it’s worth having then it’s worth fighting for….. Well I am in that type of situation, not with a person as most would think when using that phrase, but more with myself. Those of you who know me and have followed my life know the type of person I am. “Wow that Mahatara sure can take a licking and keep on ticking…… But I often asked myself ‘why did I choose to keep on ticking’ when so many choose to give up. My children are a good part of that answer, but the real answer is, I kept ticking because I knew deep down inside that there was a reality that I owed to myself to live. There are very few successes in life without failure, and all of my “oh No’s, not again” led me to this point. I always try to follow the path of least resistance, but now I wonder what is on the other side of resistance?? Here in Morocco  I have seen myself in a way I’ve never seen me before, my heart has a joy in it that I have never known before, and for the first time in my life I finally feel at home….. My tourist visa is up and now I am faced with either leaving Morocco or renewing my visa.  Some people may wonder how can a person who comes from “the greatest country in the world”…lol… and find salvation in a 3rd world country…. Life is funny that way, just because you got it all; don’t mean you got it all…. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure….
 So during this process to renew my visa I have to prove that I pay rent, which I have done for the past two months, but it has to be proved… So interestingly enough the person that has to provide this information to the immigration office for me, has decided at the last minute that I need to pay them $9000DH or they cannot provide this information….Meanwhile knowing that my visa will expire in 5days; talk about being caught in between a rock and a hard place. When I tried to reason with them they kept insisting that this is how things are done. I asked those people weeks ago for this document, and they said it was lost… REALLY!.. HOW CONVENIENT!!…Then they tried to hit me with the one two wammy, like you are American surly you can come up with this amount. So I’m thinking “its not a matter of rather I can come up with it or not, you are straight trying to hussel me.”( I don’t think these people have had much contact with BL Americans, they don’t know I’m from the Projects , I will get Projectish and I would have that whole office up in smoke…lol… They are lucky I know Jesus, and it’s almost 12-21-2012..lol…)  No, but on the real, I was real upset and starting crying, so I went to the ocean. While I was there watching the girls playing so freely and absorbing the beauty of our mother crashing up against the rocks along the coast line, I starting thinking about the life I had built here, the friends I had made, and the peace that I have on a regular basses, and how I am not ready to give all that up, not without a fight. So here comes another intense part of my journey. You know what grandma use to say “if you want something done right, do it yourself” so I am going to cut out the middle man and just leave the country, this way I can stay another 3 months without any problems and when I get back I’m looking for another place to live.  So I will have to pack up our house and leave it with a friend. Then take the bus 3 hours to Marrakech, from there take the train 8 hour to Tangier, then take something ( I don’t know what yet) to the borders of Ceuta Spain, and then walk across the borders.  So if you had the thought to donate anything to the Urban Mystic Gypsy Fund at the top of the page, Now would be a really good time….
Before I go on, let me stop and say my heart goes out to all the families who are trying to migrate to a different county to have another life, for whatever reason. It is not easy and I can see how some people will try to use manipulating tactics because they feel you are desperate. I often hear people talk bad about immigrants, like “why don’t they just stay in their own country?” and I think “Do you really wanna go there.” It is easy to judge someone’s situation when you have not taken time to walk in their shoes. So to all the families traveling around the world trying to give their children a different life, please hear me when I say ‘ Keep praying, keep trusting, and know that the Creator has Angels all around to help us stand tall when we feel like falling. And even though things may seem tough now, know that there is always a rainbow after the storm.  Many Blessing to all the readers……I’m going to pack L