We are in a unique paradox. Funny how things come circle round. I asked my daughter who’s only ten why and how she got to using the word “hobo” since I never raised her on that word. She smiled politely as I tried to correct her that she heard it on Disney (of all channels) and we debated over the word as I insisted that she use the word ‘homeless’ but she rebutted with a passive curtsy as if adorned in a fluffy white dress, hair ribbon, frilled bobby socks  and patent leathers. I simply looked twice to focus what was happening in our exchange.

I had just uploaded Dr. Runoko Rashidi’s link to his website on my blog when I discovered yet another treasure of historical information.  Sandwiched between Rashidi’s “Global African Presence“, “Unexpected Faces in Unexpected Places“, and right  above “Africa Within” was a link called “Hanging with Blackfellas DownUnder” that I simply couldn’t resist.  What I found was nice surprise, a concept of  “space time”, “space visitors” and “space people”as the  Afrique designer spit his ability to “funkatize galaxies” while “ego-tripping, time zone shifting and bandwidth snatching”.  Perfect, I thought, I’m totally feeling this “Kinte Space” vibe. So there I was drawn like a bee to honey to the “space people, 5-2008, post featuring none other than John Lee Hooker. “Blues Man” huh? I thought. What, “Hobo, Hobo Blues” couldn’t believe it so I had to see for myself and boy was I astounded.

What was more in ’sync’ was the fact that my own new design theme included this space theme message so I was even more blown about this kind of synchronicity that is often spoken about as a reality of our magical shape shifting we posses as a creative principle and universal law.

Let us (fully) Awaken, Continue our Evolution on Our Planet and Manifest Our Infinite Blessings,

One Love! Ria Takharu

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John Lee Hooker — Hobo Blues

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This clip is incredible for those too young to remember the blues, too young to remember the experience of the South, segregation and Jim Crow. But watch closely, pay close attention to the detail in Mr. Hooker’s face. Listen to his song and it all comes shooting back at you — the past weeping, steamrolling its memories, a kind of audible transference of understanding of history through song. Thanks Bryan Wilhite for originally posting!

Enjoy, Bee Blessed, and Eternally Abundant! Ria Takharu