Review of PBS Documentary Mister Rogers: It’s You I Like 1968-2018

Alot, was going on in that neighborhood. People of diverse backgrounds were welcomed by Mr. Rogers; the most unassuming man in America tiptoed into our hearts and minds.

A character on t.v. who was a misfit to what had just occurred in the Civil Rights movement.

Mr. Rogers had such a profound effect on me that my very first copywriting letter swiped his mantra of “Would you be my neighbor?” The jingle still tap dancing on my brain decades later.

Just be yourself. Children learned how to engage and have conversations with others different from themselves. Mr. Rogers asked the questions and we patiently listened to the answers along with him. Needless to say many future talk show hosts would imitate his style.

Mr. Rogers showed us what compassion looked like.

It seemed like he and the American men protrayed on the t.v. miniseries “Roots,” were light years apart. In Mr. Rogers’ personality, we saw an example of what Martin Luther King stated about not judging a person by the color of their skin but the content of their character. Mr. Rogers was MLK’s poster child and we never made the connection. The gashing wound of so many marginalized men just a few generations from slavery still dominated the American pulse.

Mr. Rogers simply invited you into the neighborhood. Segregation, Jim Crow, flight from rural areas, and continued marginalization did not exist in Mr Rogers’ neighborhood. Nor could we imagine the gentrification to come.

Rather than exploring all of these tough issues, little children found a safe space to laugh, ask questions, wonder, smile, get comfortable, sit down and relax.

Eddie Murphy shattered that image on Saturday Night Live’s skits of the hood. A ghetto stereotyping “black” men as criminals with warped thinking that made people laugh. Eddie Murphy’s Mr. Rogers sarcastically robbed a little old lady of her groceries only to use the contents in a “nutrition lesson” for little children. Back to square one. The reality so grossly protrayed that some neighborhoods are outright scary.

Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood was a fantasy, a lie.

According to Eddie Murphy, we were no longer laughing with Mr. Rogers but laughing at him.

We had already grown up and were no longer watching Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood. Our childhood icon had sent us out in the world with unrealistic expectations. Eddie Murphy didn’t tell us anything new.

Mr. Rogers had a way of softening the blow with a song. He sang, “when the whole wide world seems all so wrong,” to calm our protests as little kids. Not the song to sing at the real rallies of grown-ups.

Mr. Rogers, a man who had a way with us kids. He skipped into our imaginations not yet corrupted by disappointments and responsibility.

Mr. Rogers was our guide outside his make- believe neighborhood. He showed us how things were created in a land where most jobs had not yet been exported.

Mr. Rogers’ gentle touch was welcoming against the abrasive and cruel realities some of us kids had already faced. Let’s remember him that way.

People can change. We don’t have to live up to stereotypes. Mr. Rogers just was. You don’t have to live in a prison of your past.

Mr. Rogers invited girls and boys to imagine neighborhoods where you would be engaging in dialogue. Let’s keep the conversations going. Keep reaching out to those in your community. Social media does not have to dominate.

Regine Baptiste

Copyright May, 2019

Gen X & Bread

Caught between Boomers who made history and Millennials who think history can be made swipe after swipe, you will find Gen X.

What prompted this thought?

While kneading dough for the first time I was watching the news on t.v. I rarely watch the news because my cell phone keeps me up to date on breaking news every day. Those flashes on my cell phone of two bit sentences don’t keep me up to date on what’s going on locally.

Here we go again, here was this newscaster talking about boomers and millennials on t.v.

I am not one to follow trends. It takes a while before I start using new buzz words or take on new categories for people, places, or things. I don’t want my view of the world to be narrowed or manipulated.

The choices in my life shouldn’t change every couple of months because the media puts it out there 24 seven.

I tend to wait to see what the scenarios are developing into before getting on the band wagon like everybody else. I need to understand the why of what’s going on before focusing my attention on new lingo.

I am too busy trying to make things happen then to allow the media or social media to steal any more of my time than they already have.

While following this new update on Boomers and Millennials, GenX was not part of the dialogue, not even once. I waited and watched the segment until the end, not one mention.

I had only one loaf pan and one sheet pan to split the dough into. I looked down after making the separation and one dough was fitted into the loaf pan like a rigid conformist Boomer who had had enough of challenging the establishment. The dough on the sheet pan was spread too thin like a so woke and informed millennial with a know it all cause I can get it at my fingertips bravado.

For those of you like myself who had not done so, try baking some bread to understand that the process takes time. Waiting on dough to rise one hour then another, well it will try your patience. Only those who make a living from baking and those who are committed to baking from scratch can fully appreciate the wait. Millennials, try to understand that before things happen they are planned beforehand. Think about what a programmer does. Life is much the same way. As they say, the matrix is real.

I wondered what a Gen X loaf of bread looked like? Maybe we’re not loaves at all. Just a hot popover, quick and easy to eat, so easily dismissed.

Gen X’ers are at a time in their lives where everything is on review.

No, not a mid-life crisis. Wasn’t that a Boomer trait? We are sort of looking back and reevaluating what we’ve accomplished. What to toss and what to keep. It’s like the wardrobe that’s not working anymore; much less does it fit like it use to?

The internet with its watered and stripped down resources is not a place that will produce deep thinkers. As a oh my do we have to go there, some Gen X’ers can still remember The Dewey Decimal System where you had to dig for information and go through volumes of books to get a grasp of true content. Don’t get me wrong, I do understand that for some professions, intense training is still the norm. What I am talking about are blurbs of comments about this or that being vomited at the speed of light. Who can keep up?

I don’t want to engage in this rapid fired dialogue anymore. It’s not worth it to try to keep up with what everyone is saying or doing.

Just like the baking of bread you got to put in the time to get it right. It’s a no brainer to buy bread from a store.

In this ready made info wars society, it’s who can engage the public for the longest that’s causing a zombified existence for most.

You have to do your own thinking. No one should hijack that space in your brain where you see the world as it is and not a world that’s overexplained or distorted. You have to get to the root of the agenda of who’s speaking.

We the Gen X’ers have taken risks. Failure comes and successes come as well. We’ve come to see a fair amount of people die much like the Boomers. Not to say that millenials haven’t had their share of tragic losses. It’s not the famous people who die that are only important to notice.

Life for more and more Gen X’ers is lived more cautiously. We don’t believe everything we hear and we cannot be easily manipulated. We were once there, being thought of only as a market to target. We’ve also come to understand that a profile picture and selfies are empty time wasters. It’s alright to take pictures, but really do so many of them have to be about you?

Spiritually, you call that worshipping yourself.

Much like generations past, those ahead of us (boomers) have conquered hardships that we’ve all benefited from and those behind us (millennials) should understand that life with community and family is better than a hand held device of constant info.

Boomers and Gen X’ers can still remember a time when you came home after a day out and about in the world to catch up with the rest of the world. You know, millennials that archaic dinosaur, the t.v. which was too big to take with us everywhere we went. I do remember though those boom boxes of music being played on one shoulder in the “hood.”

Don’t bench Gen X’ers just yet, we have more firsts to achieve, much like my baking of bread.

Gen Z we hope you break old ground by being determined not to live life behind a screen of ready made info, but in real time much like days past.

Regine Baptiste

P.S. I really enjoyed eating the artisanal looking flat bread more than the one baked in the loaf pan.

Copyright May, 2019

Thoughts of This Woman to her Emancipated Daughters

Her outrage cannot be contained

You have mislead many of her daughters

Leading them down the path

Of using their wombs

As slaughterhouses

Shaming those who oppose your wicked schemes

Denying her of a fruitful family tree

Branches ripped off and buried

In the petri dishes of cosmetics and vaccines

For the good of your own

You tell her daughters, “Well done, GIRLS”

You need not bear children

Just focus on

Your education

Your career

Your freedom

Your sexual expression

Deny yourself the experience of your Yah given gift to bear LIFE

A co-engineer of sorts

Do not be a woman of Proverbs 31 or Mathew 25

That archaic text

Of a superstitious time of ancient people

“An opium to the masses”

We are enlightened

This is what modern people do

How they solve problems

Your clinical care and antiseptic environment

Has brainwashed many

Now at zero population growth

Nation building propels new propaganda

How many unmarked graves are there of the innocent?

As you sit in the pristine architectural warehouses of old age

You wonder what might have been if this one or that one had been born?

They lied and told you that the problem was gotten rid of

No more a nuisance

An inconvenience

As you prepare to take your last breath

You wonder if in a time not like this

Those not given the opportunity here will one day breathe their first?

Regine Baptiste

Copyright 03/2019


Your Writer’s Voice Is Your Spiritual Voice Part II

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Who would have known that a letter would have caused such an uproar. That is the letter Y.

Just a couple of months ago and even on this blog as well as on my Facebook and Twitter posts I’ve proclaimed God, Lord and Jesus Christ.

Yahuah and Yahusha? I had never heard those names before.

No, I am not trying to become Jewish in my belief system.

Jacob had one son and nor he, nor his son, nor Abraham were “Jewish.” I found out that the letter J did not even exist until the 14th century. The letter J came into existence long after Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob had died.  Jacob’s name wasn’t Jacob, it was Ya’aqob.

Any word or name in the Bible had to be changed from J to Y. Even the letter I was suspect,  such as in Israel and Jesus which in Greek begins with the letter I had to be changed to the letter Y.

This I found to be called the “Mandela Effect.” Look it up.

Now on my previous post I showed  a picture of four cows circling around ready to fight. Here’s a disclaimer, I  in no way shape or form look at any animal as sacred or holy. Animals nonetheless are to be treated with a kind and firm hand period.

Getting back to the picture of the four cows. Most readers and believers of the book of Exodus (Hebrew name Shemoth, Shemoth by the way means name) know for a fact that the Israelites fell into idol worship while Moses was on the mountain receiving the ten commandments from The Most High. The idol worship they fell into included the Israelites forcing Aaron to carve a cow/bull out of gold that they probably saw worshipped in Egypt.

Stay with me now.

To add insult to injury the Israelites even stated that this cow/bull had rescued them out of Egypt. Any 5 year old hearing the story would exclaim, “That’s a lie the golden cow wasn’t even there crossing the red Sea with them.”

Those who believe in a Creator know that we worship the Creator not the creation nor things created by a man or woman’s hands as well as what they have imagined (ideas) in their minds. That golden calf/bull was an eyesore when Moses came off the mountain after having heard and received the tablets written with the fingers of a very powerful but invisible Supreme Being.

Continue to stay with me.

My vocabulary on spiritual matters has drastically changed. Just like that golden calf/bull – words like God, Jesus Christ, holy, sacred, church, hallow,Lord, christian etc. much like that golden calf/bull have had to go. (By the way The Most High had Moses burn the calf & mix it into water that the Israelites drank – I think that’s where the phrase, “eat your words,” came from). I no  longer utter those words/names/religious terminologies. I may use the words/names holy/Jesus Christ to explain the spiritual journey that I am on.

I can no longer read out of my “Holy Bible.” I have since purchased, “The Sriptures” and “Cepher” books with all the restored names  translated  from Paleo Hebrew  to English.

Yes, indeed I have made some very drastic changes!

No, I do not consider myself Hebrew Israelite and again I am not “Jewish.”

It’s about researching the etymology of words. All words and names spoken have an origin.

You really have to understand and be able to defend exactly what it is you are worshipping.

Let me go back to that golden calf/bull for a second.

In the book of Acts, Stephen gave a speech before he was stoned to death by a religious council and his false accusers. I want to focus in part of what Stephen said. Here is a direct quote from his speech:

“And they made a calf in those days, and brought an offering to the idol, and were rejoicing in the works of their own hands.” Acts 7:41

My religion had become my idol. There were names and words  that I was using that did not originate in scripture.

Mankind thinks that it is better at figuring things out than the invisible Supreme Being that does exist.

So the various bible translations have had pagan names inserted into them. No wonder people of various pagan belief systems would say, your blank is my idol blank that you are worshipping. Christianity is nothing more than a continuation of this or that faith system.

That always puzzled me and I would always reason that they borrowed the Bible’s system even though their faith system was older than certain aspects of the historical accounts of the bible.

You see no one wants to be told that they have been wrong. No matter how good an intention you have been living under.

I’ve had to change my vocabulary and be humbled enough to say, “I didn’t have a clue.”

Now I read the Set-Apart Scriptures to learn what is the true way to live. No more religion for me. That idol is buried. When the time comes to worship publicly on the weekly seventh day and  other days commanded by my Creator, I will do so knowing that I am off the wrong track of at least the “false names syndrome.” No one really arrives at a complete understanding but one can be confident  to know that removing idols of thought and physical appearance will help one to have a clearer understanding of the true belief system found in the Scriptures.

I knew there was a reason why I hadn’t published any books until now. I needed to be clear on these profound questions:

Who am I?

Why am I?

Where am I going?

Who put me here?

How do I get there?

When will it all be revealed?

What do I do in the meantime?

With Yahuah and Yahusha guiding my life, I know everything will be fine.

I am a writer, yes I am. Now I have the true spiritual voice to express that fact.

“I am Not Dead, I’m Dormant.”

20180617_164100This sign, “I am not dead, I’m dormant,” immediately caught my eye while taking a walk through the conservatory at The NY Botanical Garden in the middle of June on a hot and humid Sunday afternoon.

Have you ever felt that way? Like your life is on a standstill. It seems like the harder you try the more things stay the same.

Or worse get worse.

That’s when you have to really take a cold look at things. Like the plant, cut back. I mean some drastic pruning. Whether it’s relationships you need to run from or places you need to disappear from.

We humans like routine or maintaining the status quo. Taking the path of least resistance is what some will do. That obviously won’t work when you are looking for change.

This is no rah rah speech about attaining phenomenal success in a short period of time or becoming famous.

This blog post is about growth. More specifically what really has to happen for growth to occur.

Plants can teach us alot.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a long time. Is everything okay? How’s it going? How’s the family?”

Like you needed to be on someone’s constant radar for all to be okay.

Originally, this post was going to be about hibernating for the winter.

That example was not strong enough.

Have you ever seen a landscape person take a wild bush and with their shears cut at it with determination? What’s the result? Sometimes a ledge straight as a box, sometimes rounded out with shapes not thought possible. Of course in this example, this is growth gone wild that needs to take shape. Growth that is out of control and not really pleasant to look at.

The cutting I am talking about are the dead leaves in your life. Growth that’s not going to happen in the branches of your life, no matter how much water or fertilizer you put into you, someone else, or a project you have been working on.

Sometimes things can look so dark and bleak after a pruning that you wonder if you’ve made the right cuts.

In a world where it’s not just the established media, you have homegrown U-Tubers, Bloggers, Instagram and Pinterest stars in the know fighting for your attention to put you in the know. In other words they’re trying to make you think you are relevant if you listen to them and take their advice. Or better yet, if you listen to them they’ll put you in on the know on the next great thing before it happens.

Distractions, distractions, distractions!

Yes, you have to have a sense of what’s going on in your immediate family,  community, city and nation.

Just not at the expense of YOU.

You need just enough information day by day to  develop into a FUNCTIONING part of the whole. Not a dead branch on a tree. Otherwise too much info here and there is like swallowing a whole watermelon all at once.

Meditation is key.

Meditation is not about thinking about nothing.

Meditation is about taking what is current in your life and filtering what is useful to you, what needs to be stored away, and finally what needs to be flushed down the toilet.

Meditating just like pruning are actions that require much work. Pruning is obviously visible and meditating is an internal process.

The next time someone tells you, “Where have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while,” Your response can be

“I am not dead, I’m dormant.”

Regine Baptiste

P.S.

I don’t write as many posts as recommended because I am not an intrusive writer. The goal of all my posts is for readers to expand their thought processes. I want to truly be an influencer towards people living lives on purpose unique to each indivdual.

I make no excuses, the foundation of all my writing comes from reading the bible. The bible is my main influencer.

I have favorite writers and speakers regardless of backgrounds that have influenced my writing.

And with that, hitting people over the head with the bible is just not my way. Nor do I pretend to be a spiritual guru. There are trained men in the ministry for further imvestigation on questions I am not ordained to answer.

We live in a world of opinions. We are all drunk with my way and this is my take on things.

Truth has fallen in the streets.

Reading your bible everyday leads one towards better and clearer thinking.

The bible is filled with examples of people living lives towards two ways, the way of life or the way of death. You cannot be on two paths at once. The bible is clear on that.

This blog is dedicated to all those who thought suicide was the answer. And those who succeeded at suicide.

Life is a gift. Don’t allow anyone to disempower you in the gift you possess.

Meditation coupled with reading the bible (especially the Psalms) can strengthen your relationship with Source – God Almighty and Jesus the Christ.