In this head of mine!

It has certainly been a while

2011-08-15T04:01:00.000-07:00

I am living life the best way I know how. Going with the flow. Its hard sometimes, as debris and obstacles make themselves ever so present. Although I may get dammed up sometimes and tension builds, I know that the current of my hopes and faith keep me going and I just simply have to change my course and flow another way either over and through my obstacles or around them. I am learning more and more to be like the river, I am of the river.
The continuous learning process of life is never ending, and destiny has called me to a tradition that has way too much to learn. I am simply doing my personal best to learn all I can in order to help teach, heal, share, pass on, and preserve. The dangers of the trans Atlantic slave/ Maffa and that oppressive force is still present just in an even more dangerous way. Ignorance and misconceptions surround our very practice and even our minds, to those that are and are not priest. I walk a fine line, thin and narrow road and I have to stay focused and determined to see that my destiny is completed. That I answer the call.

My poem to my mother

2011-03-08T19:33:00.000-08:00

Regal coco Queen
As you sit atop the drum
Rhythmic beats in time with the earths rotation
Reminiscent of the sun
You bring me back with the gyrating swivel in your hips
The taste of sweet honey in the plumpness of your lips
Your voice is power, your essence wise
Mother Afrika adorns you never to be disguised
Proud and Beautiful the river runs deep
Flows from ancestors past to futures dawn
Many ideas, art forms appear as fishes spawn
Responsible for knowledge intuition in its raw
we all praise the mother, for this is what we were birthed for.
Yellow and Gold's as you reflect our joy
Blessed are your children every girl and every boy
Bells ring and resonate in your laughter
As you descend upon us smiling from your heavenly rafters
I ask you to deny me bitterness that I may emulate your ways
That I may be calm, cool, collect and always the right things say
Reflective is your presence as I look deep inside
In your arms, my head to your breast my heart confesses and confides
Grateful to be your vessel and your loving son
Always open to learn and work until my time here is done.

Beauty of my people

2011-02-07T14:23:00.000-08:00

I would like to say although a lot of my writings and work tends to focus on my people of color and their traditions ( as I do embrace Africa in all I do) I am pro PEOPLE period. I love people, I love our diversity and similarities. I celebrate it all.

This poem states the weekend's experience I had at a drumming celebrating a rebirth of someone who is now called Iyawo. Someone who went through the same beautiful life changing experience I did last April, Kari Ocha. A drumming celebrating the birth of an Agallu from an Agallu.

I felt you long before I walked into the house
I felt your rhythms and beats long before the sound of your drums reached my ears
Terrestrial and yet heavenly
My body reacts moving and swaying and toes tapping as hands clapped,
these movements and these melodies ancient and long danced by many others who came before me
A space full of beautiful shades of brown, caramels, blacks and tans
I smell elements, I smell power, I smell culture I taste remembrance and savor victory
My people together in once space reconnecting to the Mother we call Africa
Many roots branching out form one sacred tree and we all reach for the sun naturally as we reach for the divine
The plant reaches for the sun as God works through it in the form or photosynthesis
We channel nature unwillingly and yet so naturally involuntary
I see you Sister in your Blue head wrap, garb speaking of your royalty set against the rich tones of your skin. Yemaya proudly in your midst
Beautiful Daughter of Ochun I see your beauty shining as legendary as that of your Divine Mother
Strong Daughter of Oya who can hold you or your wise words back? You flow through us reminding us their is strength to be claimed and honored.
Sons and Daughters of Chango pride and ferocity clear the way as you exemplify sovereignty and Majesty. We originate form Kings and Queens Indeed.
My people beautiful and different like the many creations of that whom we call God or Goddess. Like the many colored fish, birds, and flowers
Gods creations effortlessly wonderful, Beauty of my People

Experiences

2011-01-23T16:49:00.000-08:00

We talked Motherlands, we talked powerful culture rich continent. Afrika the beginning of us all. We find hidden truths and discuss our connections and want for unification and upliftment of ourselves and others. Descendants of kings and queens, shamans and spiritual workers, dancers and hunters.
We eat at the table of Caridad, sharing meals and speaking our hearts content. Sharing our experiences, our past lives, our future goals and hopes.
The tone is set, the way prepared walking on air as if to laugh in the face of gravity, following a trail of rose petals that only we can see.
A home, rich with our peoples culture, wooden mask and drums, red, blacks, reds yellow. Powerful colors that mean so much more to me and him than most. Simple kisses lead to heavy breathing and accelerated heart beats.
Mutual large hands roaming each others body, firm members pressed to each other in an embrace that feels like a perfect melding of the elements. The heat of fire, the rush of air the earth rocking beneath us, the water washing over us in passionate waves. Trying to contain myself, but unwilling to bar the gates to my temple. I open up the gates or should I say I surrender the key. Enter! I call, body language reverberating and echoing an unspoken desire that sets the room a flame. Slipping in and out of worlds, on Polynesian shores, black sandy beaches, fragrant gardens, and refreshing lagoons. I look into the eyes above me, intense stare and genuine want to please and experience... me. I accept you Esus, you accept me Maeve. I feel us moving in rhythm, harsh and meaningful drum beats as our ancestors infuse our bodies. Moving with gyrating hips, performing a dance that is ageless. Barefoot and in touch, dreads falling ever so against my bare chest. Kisses soft, succulent, and masculine driving me wild, driving into me. I call out, names of those who came before me, I call out in tongues I do not recognize. We sleep, we weep. Healed in the process we hold each other and we lie sweat bound letting the feelings subside after the eruption that is orgasm. God was praised this time, Goddess gave birth.

Its been a while

2011-01-21T19:24:00.000-08:00

So life has completely changed around for me. I have met wonderful people some new some old, its like I am seeing life through brand new eyes. Yes there are still enough trace elements of DAVID but I don't feel the same nor do I identify with the David pre April 2010.

I began to get familiar with my father in my spiritual path. Chango/Shango he who hurls lightning, he who illuminates the darkest of night and shows you things as they are. He who represents the spark of life, the passion to live and experience and enjoy. One cant do that if they don't see things as they are.
Chango has made me face every uncomfortable situation this year I could possibly think of and a few I wouldn't have even attempted to think of. I got to see in his example that a man with ambition, with a knowledge of his self worth can attain a higher place mentally, spiritually and even physically.
I found myself single this year, way more contemplative than ever and through all the traps and not so nice stuff thrown in my way, I am strangely content with life as a whole. I recite and replay Rachelle Ferrell's Satisfied over and over in my head, because I am.
Through sacrifice and the investing into the one person that you have to face the rest of your life, YOU. You can attain a beautiful place in solitude, peace in your spirit and a pep in your step.
Until next time folks... Muah

Queen Albertina Walker SINGS

2010-10-11T18:19:00.000-07:00

There is something that happens when Spirit takes over, it starts with a sound, then a stirring of a particular emotion, and then it is repeated and emphasized unitl those present start feeling the same thing or something... IN the morning @ 3 minutes into this starts just that!!!!! Annointed and late Albertina Walker, may she inspire more to sing like her and turn away from the filth and rubbish of most modern day music.

To the lost family members

2010-07-19T03:51:00.000-07:00

I am always astonished at how we can connect to people, as people, to such deep levels. The depths of which no one will understand. High Valley is some secret place between the veils of this world, where you get away and you let go a bit share just in order to partake and receive what comes willingly and more importantly naturally.

T. Dillinger- Oh your weary soles how they do ache. The spurs of your heels, the curve of your toes, the arch of your feet that already know the tough road they walk barefoot. You walk the hard road no one wants to acknowledge, you walked this path many lifetimes before. Of course your feet are tired. Must Angels always fly, when they have to good feet? There mission doesn't change, their gifts do not change they are sent here to do what they do in the only way they know how to do it. Letting God work through them, they are of God why not do the work God sent them to do. Like most jobs they don't have to like it, and they may not even have to get it. They still have to do it. You will walk until your feet are worn until your socks come away at the seams. You will walk until the jagged rocks on that road you walk shed some of your blood, but where those drops stained life, inspiration, encouragement will grow. WHO said your job is for you? Who said your job bright some sense of self satisfaction? It is never that easy. You teach, and you share, and you minister, and you heal, you comfort and you entertain.. and at the end of the day you realized your feet still hurt. No rest comes now, because you walking in your right path. Soon your bare feet will touch the soft grass of the place that calls to you. The land will once again reconnect with you and the vines and leafy foliage will wrap around you in that moment and secure you in place and you will become a still monument. No need to walk or move, your work is done, your journey ended, your feet found home. Rest is your accomplishment, your restitution for the many lives you have touched and the walking you have done in paths others may now dare to walk.

E. Cunnigham/D. Smyth- You tell the stories of countless women who had no voice. The daughter, the mother, the grandmother, the bride.... the whore. You tell the stories of greatness one can achieve through adversity, but most of all Love. You allowed yourself and your husband to feel that which is closest to you to grow in an environment and lush and as green as the woods you live in. You have produced family and community in a world where people seek to find such things. Like minded people are hard to find, open minded people are even harder. They exist though by a creek in an old house where stories are told, 3 large felines stand guard, toast & omelette's are made, coffee and wine bring fellowship like no other. Wisdom comes forth in many conversation's and you realize your work is never done as well, your both still touching people in ways that no price tag, expensive gift or winning lotto ticket could ever attempt. You two become the eternal friend, the eternal parents, the eternal flames. Always bright, always shining, always providing a glimmer of peace and hope in the darkest of moods and times.

Destiny- Where do I start?! Eyes painted and pretty before make up touches them. Eyes that appear to have seen too much, know things most her age do not, she might have observed
and saw past the mundane, the ordinary, and the plain. Words are your closest friends, little fey folk that fly to your person only to have you shape them into magical stories and illusion's. Painting pictured with a voice seasoned with even cool refreshing tones that burst like fire crackers when you belt into your chest. You are a dazzling mirage of dancing gypsies, butterfly flutters, raven and dove wings, Native American spirituality in its flesh healing, ancient and wise a feather and flower in your hair signifying a perfect marriage between earth and air. A smile that aches for one who has had to smile for so long when their eyes were teetering with tears like a levy in a storm. Your mother and father, your grandparents and sibling all rods that were thrown into the fire and beaten, meted, tempered into fine pieces of art. Talents the blood wields, heritage the voices echo, before and past your time all at once.... Nostalgia and expectation of things to come. Your ministry is in your Story telling not too different than one who once multiplied bread and fish for many hungry souls. The world is ready and hungry for what you may multiply and make many. Share your gifts, forever be encouraged.

2010-06-30T16:15:00.000-07:00

My Journey to Cuba 2010

2010-05-08T06:54:00.000-07:00

I sat in penitencia.... Quiet, pensive, thinking about my road here. I am trying to concentrate but the Oba singing behind me and the answer of the people who are singing back to him, is really singing to my Soul and my Spirit. The call and response is amazing, its pristine and clear like a symphony of horns in unison yet somehow harmonic. These are songs that have been song countless times and can all be traced to THE Motherland, Africa.
I chose this road of Lucumi, Ocha, Santo. It called to me and I answered. My answer took 5 years but I came steadily, taking my time to learn to see to experience what I could until the right opportunity arose. I read countless people and gave them spiritual advice, I cleaned some and helped others and took small monetary donations in order to help me reach my goal.
Just a day before me sitting in the corner and enduring penitencia, I was presented to the clearest most room temp water. It flowed wonderfully and steady, it refreshed me just stepping in it cool waters, I felt the loving presence of a mother wrap around me like a swirling breeze. I carried back with me a part of that river for a memento, I felt like I carried some secret hidden joy from a beautiful place that only I knew.
I was washed, I was cleaned, the old essence of me ripped from my body I was sat down and I had my eyes shut for all of it. I trusted these people who sang these songs of Mother Africa, I trusted these people who chanted and prayed over me, laid soothing and loving hands on me. They prepared my way, the way of my rebirth and I was grateful because I knew in moments I would be reborn and I would live my adult life very differently.
I felt my head being combed, I felt pieces being cut and with it the WEIGHT of every sorrow, injustice, stressful situation, obstacle, and set back. Every emotion tied to those things bubbled forth and up, I cried and let go a mighty sigh and wail of relief. I cried for things I did, things that were done to me, I cried for those more fortunate than I and those less fortunate than I. I cried and I cried and I cried. I couldn't stop, I was patted here and there, gestures of sympathy as those who cut my hair once sat in the same position as I and had their own ultimate release. This was the work of God, the work of a Divine power to be released of so much so suddenly.... and all I had to do was let go and let it all GO.
I saw my Grandmothers, Great Grandmother, a grandfather, two grand uncles and some other family members I knew were family members but i had never formally met, they lined up and thanked me for completing something in my ancestral line that others started but never finished. More tears I was over come with humility and graciousness.
After the last tears shed and my fresh bald head and scalp felt the breeze of a once familiar wind, I shook with a chill. A chill that started from the top of my head, down my arms into my stomach and from there to my toes. I heard a laugh come from my lips, but it wasn't mine. I swooned as a fresh new feeling came over me, I felt happy and my tears of release became new tears of Joy I was coming into this world again and I felt the most joyous feeling I have ever felt. If you can imagine your first birthday present, Xmas gift or something you wanted for so long that was placed in front of you and given to you... a child, a hand in marriage... this was that to the tenth power. I felt an overwhelming JOY and happiness that can only be summed up in one word, and name Ochun.
People lined up presented and introduced themselves to me by way of their names and their spiritual names. They each placed hands on my head and told me what God and Orisha had did for them and they proceeded to wish me all the blessings in the world. This was too much for me to handle especially when I heard the familiar voices of My Godfather/Mentor and friend, his partner my Yibona, My godsister, and My Padrinos mother. Their well wishes amongst all those that I didn't know made me feel so grateful and appreciative of my existence and this tradition.
I felt every emotion at once, and yet my head couldn't wrap around all the variety of sentiments that ran through me.... I slipped in and out of consciousness.... I felt the greatest urge to stand up and dance and laugh.... then I came to and I heard people singing and I felt a small weight on my head, my eyes were closed but I felt something being channelled through me... I slipped in and out of consciousness as Spirit took over and my mother got near... I felt an amazing feeling that in no sacrilegious way can only be described as the moment right before one orgasms and releases. This feeling of euphoria enveloped me like a blanket and head wrap and my feet got cold as if i was standing in water and I wanted to reach out into the water at my feet and wash myself in it, but I knew I would find none there.
I was then walked and led to a room and when I opened my eyes a special place was prepared for me to lay my head and meditate on what just happened to me. It was strewn with Yellows and whites and oranges and it felt like home. As I sat down on a special yet uncomfortable seat meant for me, I couldn't quite get my emotions together and It wasn't until I left the beautiful island of Cuba, that I got a grip on some emotions. Some new, some pending, my out look was different though. I was at peace with my environment and myself, I was optimistic something foreign for me prior to my visit. I found love in various forms and as I left this Island, I felt I left a piece of myself there.
I am forever indebted to the beautiful souls who helped me along this road and journey.

Omi Lari, Omi Lana, Eshu Dina, Omi Dina, Oba Chango dina, Oba Nini, Oba Oscar, Ibu Folosade, Eshu Nike and last but not least Eshu Afefere iku and Anthony.
Because of you Eni Osun- Blessed/Beloved Child of Ochun was born. My eternal gratitude!

I am so grateful and amazed

2010-04-11T16:06:00.000-07:00

I stand on stage with some of the most talented people I have ever encountered. I get to witness and experience some of the most beautiful and most important gift of the spirit.

I get to spend time with Elizabeth Cunningham who with her amazing gift and paint the clearest pictures, and channel the most antiquated stories with vivid detail and flare. She weaves these amazing stories with all the expert skill and intricate detail of the most talented of artist, writers, poets, bards of old. I am in awe she allows me a place in her heart, home, and space.
I get the wonderful privilege of singing with Tim Dillinger one of the most amazing artist I have ever encountered. I learn so much standing next to him, basking in his many talents and presence listening to his Platinum pipes and taking in all that he conjures. Its mother Africa, Its Celtic drummings and fey mounds, its spirit. He knows how to tap into a place and stir up feelings in all who have the ability to listen. In fact a deaf person could here the transcendent feeling and sound he is able to channel. Its a gift to be able to relinquish control and let spirit manifest, one I am still working on.

I get to sing with Kare whose ability to make you pay attention to the most simplest of lyrics by way of his unique ability to transmute authority. He makes you listen with his voice, a voice textured with the elements. Its impossible to not pay attention when he opens his mouth and his soul and bares it all in order to make you understand his intent or the content of his song. He knows the art and concept of dynamics and can make you consider your present situation in order to heal or address.

Ron Gilmore who with a few would be simple key strokes is able to bring down a heavenly and Divine presence that makes people forget. Sometimes we need something to remind us of a time when we could just forget, our current bills, problems, obstacles, past situations but remember the Nostalgia of every good thing we ever experienced. Anointed is his destiny, his gift and his mark displayed artfully across his wrist.
I get to share a stage with these magnificent people, they consider me a peer. Its almost flattering and surreal. I am grateful, to share, to DO with these amazing people.
Thank you Universe, Thank you God and Goddess!

Woke up this morning with these images

2010-03-17T03:51:00.000-07:00

The Tree, A Tree, Roots bark, Branches, foliage and everything else associated. I wondered why I woke up with this on my head, in my minds eye in the middle of my restless night.

The tree is used extensively throughout many cultures as a spiritual symbol.

In Christianity the Oak tree, the Yew tree amongst others were talked about often. Angels appearing under trees (Judges), the tree of Knowledge (Genesis), Tree of life (Revelations) as well as the Kabbalah. Totem poles were carved into trees to symbolize sacred nature.

According to a dissertation by Tim Patridge, "Yew Trees and their interrelationship with man", "Trees are natures gladiator, who despite great imbalance in odds, fights to keep a foot hold in the most extreme conditions. This strength is one of the characteristics that have led to the symbolic use of trees. The tree has three parts in terms of symbolism ---- Roots, Trunk, and Branches."

It made me think of us in life or in our spiritual journey. We start out young and delicate, with such potential to soak up the nutrients of our environment. Our family/guardians/mentors provide us with the environment in which we grow. We all have access to the Sun, that higher source which we all seek out and reach for but never quite get to. That source that warms us from the inside and that we know is responsible somehow for our existence and or growth in many ways than one.

We reach to attain some level be it our full height/potential, or we are stifled by our environment and lack of warmth due to shady surroundings or factors around us.

The winds and seasons hit us in every way, whether we want it or not. Some days it rains and then pours upon us, others the heat is too much and we are not so sure we can make it, other times things get so gloomy and cold we think everything is sure to freeze and we will also. Yet somehow we manage to stay rooted in some belief, something we know or feel. Its our survival instinct, our will to live through out any struggle.

As we grow we become hardened, some get so hardened they petrify, others just form a thicker and rougher exterior in order to face the seasons of life and the effects of.

I believe that we all have to try to reach our full potential, find some spiritual core and root in that beautiful rich soil. As we grow above we grow below, are roots extend into our believes and go in many directions as does the everything else we do. Humans, trees, nature... changes it evolves and adapts or it dies out. So I encourage all to find something to root into, find a purpose and keep reaching for the stars no matter how far away they are and no matter how big you get, there is always room for growth. NO matter who may want to cut you down or use you for various reasons, you have the gift of growth and a chance to do so. Heal your chopped limbs and extensions all of which were given freely or taken from you. Grow something new in its place, never think you can touch the sky no matter how high you reach for it, because its the higher power that helps you grow. Its in you working, you have only but to open yourself up to it feel the power of that higher source that sun, let the photosynthesis occur in you. Let it manifest and make changes and natural reactions, let it feed not only your body but your spirit. No matter what storm is thrown your way you will always be ok if you take root. I can hear Dorothy Norwood talking about roots right now, in the ol School Boulevard medley. Your soil is your ancestors, your environment is your space 'Make it what it is" Reach out those branches and extend those roots.

In the presence of the Divine

2010-03-10T04:58:00.000-08:00

I have met so many people this year, so many wonderful souls I have feel kindred too. I know my mother who birthed me. A fiery women whose temper could only be matched by her awesome loving, maternal nature. Her name Means Soul in Latin her middle name means Moody, an awesome mix of fire and water. She fights and yet she soothes, the very source that burned you may be the one that bandages you.

I have met a woman who lives in a very special place, an internal one that harmonically coexist with this exterior world, we call reality. Her voice is Golden, sweet and high like a birds first time song to the coming of Spring. She sang and wrote with many and has a motto of "No fear here" and always laces her Brave new shoes to present her many gifts through art. Her spirit is encouraging and uplifting is her high energy.

I have met a Celtic warrior weather witching mother of two, but of many. She loves her grain alcohol and Dionysus blessed drinks. Her spirit is red headed, blazon strong and enigmatic, her name rhymes with cave and brave. This spirit is but one facet of this beautiful gem of a women who weaves her words into intricate art and pictures and who can break into song any minute and paint the picture just as clearly. Freedom is her way, 'Lets improvise is what she will always say.'

I have met a Mother who has no children in the flesh but many in the spirit. Her spirit is strong as an elephant and just as ancient. She knows nothing of the pretentious but only that of the true person, ones true self. Authenticity in every way, what you see is what you get and believe she KNOWS 'where the bones are buried!' No one can see the truth displayed so brilliantly and not love it in someway, because the brilliance only reflects what the true spirit knows.

Oh another Goddess but this one tames and yet openly embraces birds of Prey. Her energy is strength, freedom, wisdom, foresight, and survival. She tends to take on the role of nurturing mother to those that are so blatantly her peers. Her hands no the fruit of vines and craft them into liquid emotion. Feathers are her tools, her anatomy, her practice, healing is her way. I see her golden haired and comfortable, but she is so much more to the third eye. She is a tribe of her own, a Chieftain, a Shaman, the Hunter who never takes more than is needed, the healer, the seer and the friend. Her name taken from the Old English and Gaelic words that mean Lake, Waterfall, or pool, and probably would have been given to a family who lived by the water. This rings true to her name.

A Goddess whose head shines bare of free of hair but whose wisdom grows in its place. Words are her weapon, her tools, her craft. Only to be matched by her brilliant usage of complicated melodies this world is not accustomed too, but only the Angels know. I could almost hear her in the faintest whisper singing, 'Sister Sister friend of mine..." as it disappears and your goosebumps settle and disappear.

OH and the blessed of Guadalupe herself, blessed and anointed by Rosetta Tharpe patron saint of her house. Animals know peace and shelter at her dwelling as well as those that come in three. She only offers her shoulder and her words which come from a place far too deep to have been read or learned by books, these are ancient words of an old soul who have been here before. She is the Lily of the Valley, and the soothing spring ones go to in order to seek comfort and reflection.

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Weekend

2010-01-31T15:46:00.000-08:00

I just spent a weekend from which I don't want to recover from. I wanted to stay with my family. Family is not always a blood relation, sometimes connections of the spirit will speak as strong if not stronger than blood.
I met a woman crowned with wheat colored hair of varden, a smile warm and inviting, eyes that sparkle like diamonds. She came to our house, invited us to hers. We accepted. She took of mother earth the sweetest of grapes and vines and made wine that warmed the insides, eased pain, not numbing just easing. She shared with us we took it in and gave what we could. Conversation was sweet, deep, meaningful. We talked guides, earth, magic, spirit, childhood, God and Goddesses, life and love.
In her home we only continued the process. I witnessed many things by the lake, felt unseen forces walking amongst the heavily wooded floors and walls. I felt the presence of majestic animals like Elk, bears, hawks, and even Bob cats. I saw wooden ritual tools being made, feathers adding their grace and power, I felt a sage like neutralizing energy. Peaceful!
I saw a spirit of a woman soft mousy brown hair, thick and luxurious arms of feathered golden and tan plumage. A scale in her hands with two books being weighted evenly, she wore a head band that was loose and acted as a semi blind fold the way it fell around her eyes. This spirit showed herself to me warm and yet indifferent. She embraced and surrounded our hostess of the weekend.
Falconer, she was, holding an ancient power on her very arm. A wonder of nature a very beautiful, regal bird of prey who knows only the element of air which it readily accepts in its flight to freedom. Power in its eyes and talons, majesty. Lord of the sky, of the hunt.
Blue eyed Ying and Yang, loving and accepting. One eyed Sassy Pearl paired with a bluish gray Sable feline of extravagant beauty.
We journeyed together Dionysus in one hands, surprise and good intent in the other. Imbolc called we answered, mother surprised by our sudden and unexpected appearance. Embraces, kisses, faces flushed with wine and spirits and most of all adoration.
Mother was present she was receiving us with open arms and heart. A song ready on her lips, her brilliant mind forming and producing words in the most intricate fashions before her mouth can utter them. Father feeling well, in great spirit the green pungent on his person, the warmth emanating off of him enough to realize God, the Father is connected to the Sun. Radiant, warm, protective.
The women present all in tune and in alignment with the highest mother of them all, the woman who sits round and bright in the darkness, The Moon.
Brigid is called, she is worshipped and sung too. Rhianna a walking and sometimes sleeping Goddess shares libations explains the beauty of ancient ceremonies of ages past. We close our eyes each with a firm vision and or feeling as we thing of what we can repair and or do to further make our way and life more productive. A woman with wild hair the color of the setting sun, bright and aflame. She winks at me she blows me kisses she is naked accept what looks like a burlap sack strategically places to just cover up a beautiful and voluptuous body. Several braided straps of some foreign material tied around her in a big bow. She is in a field of wheat and she tells me she is the harvest, she is the gain one gets from the earth. The product of hard work put into the land and received. Fruition! Compensation!
I know now why we three are there, why our Mother is there. We have been working and waiting, Brigid ready to bring us what we worked so hard for. We worked hard to find community, family, art, confidence, wealth.... its just outside of our reach. We have been brought to the gates of fruition, its for us to harvest at this point... we grab our tools: pens, microphones, faith, voices.

Trying to figure it all out

2010-01-25T05:36:00.001-08:00

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2010-01-15T19:38:00.000-08:00

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Turbulent waters

2010-01-06T18:24:00.000-08:00

Tonight I witnessed myself and two others on a boat. It was amidst peaceful waves that pushed us gently and steadily towards a common place and destination. Where, not one of us knew but we were lead by the current of spirit. One of us felt a discord, one of us got angry and frightful. One of us reached out in the only way we knew how, to gain control over the situation based on our passed experience of dealing with issues like this. I sat in the middle of this boat angered as either side tried to get to their point of where we were going, how we should get there, was our boat worth boarding or should we let it capsize and separately swim to sure. I know in my heart we were in this boat not for us, we were in this boat to get to a place, to bring something with us to a destination. To be guided by spirit but to impart that spirit of us onto others, we could help if we could only get to sure. No matter how turbulent the waves, no matter how dark the sky seemed to get. Lightning and anger flashed in beautiful but horrific displays, winds of shifting personalities and thoughts whipped our hair and very clothes around, emotion like water in time with the ebb and flow pulling at us and dictating the direction in which we could go although we collectively felt lost.

My thoughts raced back to Our lady of Charity, and the three men in that boat. Light surrounded us slowly but surely we just had to open up to it in order to see it. Love was just peaking through the storm clouds, the water of our emotions reflecting in small specs against the shadowy surface. I felt my anger break I felt myself rise within myself, I shall not be silenced I walked away from the boat... I walked on water like the old stories of Jesus and let the boat go. I knew that either of the two were lost in their own thoughts, then they too got out of the boat. They walked on waves we three spoke our peace. We got to shore where we hugged, we embraced, we brought with us that trinity. Holy things always in threes, we were finally on sure without realizing it. Commonality in our goal, egos hurt, feelings still processing, LOVE still present.... we know there are so many more boat rides, train rides, living rooms to go.

Captain & Tenille plays in the back of my mind " Love! Love will keep us together!"

We turned I looked back I bathed in cool waters and thanked La Caridad del cobre, Our Lady of Charity and thanked her for our own private exchange during the storm, during the turbulent waves.

My calling

2010-01-02T05:59:00.000-08:00

I met someone humble, genuine, he was jovial. His crown was the ocean and its depths, the force of his crown was the mother who fights for her children who gives into the anger or love and fights and defends ferociously and efficiently. His name was Leo, Okoto was the crown.
I was brought into a room where a myriad of colors splashed across a singular room. Women in white head wraps with a scarlet parrot feather tucked somewhere in their knot. Dark and light colored people with the whitest of clothes, emanating a glow of freshness somewhat angelic in appearance.
I see one corner of the room draped in the most delicate and colorful cloth. They draw your eyes to them without your permission. Helpless to the beauty and intricacies you see strewn in the most thoughtful of ways. I see multicolored tureens and Porcelain jars draped in fine cloth and adorned with decorated beaded Necklaces that denote royalty to the fullest degree. Inside the porcelain confines are but a bit of harnessed energy, a bit of a force of nature. I liken it to capturing a bit of lightning or thunder in a jar. Heat and energy is raised around the room as a few men start playing drums. There voices hard and raspy still make the most beautiful of songs as they sing songs of ages old. Africa makes itself known, the motherland comes through bubbling up from our very cells, our soul, through our pores, out of our mouths into our limbs. Making us move to a rhythm that takes over our very being, we move, we sway, we spin, we step in line with those around us who are doing specific movements for one of the Orishas.
This cant be the same religion I have heard about, this cant be this dark secretive practice I have heard about in the media. This once believed Devil worship by myself only a few months ago which only through education, showed me they have no devil and devil is purely a christian concept.
This couldn't be anything but pure beauty. What could be more pure than to accept, acknowledge, and appreciate the earth on which we live? This is what Orisha is, they are the very essence of Nature, the very invisible and potent forces that make things what they are.
I felt a connection, nothing that could be explained only felt. It rang through me, reverberating through my soul as if a bell as rung, my core in tune with these drums. Each beat of the drum echos in sync with my heart, my limbs and torso find a movement that feels too natural too right and somehow. I look around i am moving the same as some others standing in my midst, no need for taught choreographed movement's, this was spirit, this was community. I found a link to my ancestors, I was naked my soul was bared, I was giving in to this sound, this feeling. This is more than me, this is above me, this is ME. I'm a willing instrument, a vessel awaiting to be prepared in order to receive one of these forces of nature, this part of the divine. I am home recognition floods my brain, I am overwhelmed with emotion. Dejavu implies I have experienced this before, but I cannot recollect a single memory. I'm in love with this feeling, I'm in love with this community, I m in love with this music, I'm in love with Nature, with the earth.
I am home.

Chill

2009-12-05T08:23:00.001-08:00

Winter moon high in the sky,

yet Darkness binds me

My Soul is worn bleak

Snow capped mountains on the horizon emote the numbness of my head

Slow moving thoughts my movements sluggish and exhausting

Haunting memories like out of tune melodies resound between my ears

Once again closet doors open Skeletons creep, Zombies stumble, and Ghosts materialize

Forced to wield a pensive two edge sword

Against unfamiliar long forgotten experiences, decisions of years past, days of old

DAMN! Why am I so cold?

My windows must be open

Eyes, Windows to the soul letting in the chilling reality

Do I dare look? Do I want to see?

I close them

I consult with my own private genie. My Djinn, my personal bottle that houses spirits

Warm liquid fire I drink of its fount

Fire that burns then warms and yet still numbs

My bones stop their rattle

The Apparitions disappear the closet door appears bolted and unbothered

Courage surges through my veins, I scream

The bellow has reason, has rhyme and reason, words and song

I sing loud, I sing until my chest aches

My eyes squeezed shut small pools develop in the corners

Its sunrise.. I start another day....

Do not have time to think

Don't feel a thing

A n automaton, going through the motions

Another day new sites

The cold still can be sensed looming strong in the peripheral

ever ready to return

Changes and phases

2009-12-04T20:07:00.000-08:00

I looked at the full moon the other night. It gleamed in my eye,a chill passed over my body and a recognition ages old came to me. I had no choice but to attribute it to the spirit guides that forever surround me, ancestors and ethereal beings who make themselves known in many ways. I was urged to greet a Gypsy guide I have and to take three sacred tools of hers and placing them in the light of the moon. One a Crystal ball on a three prong pedestal , the other a glass of water with an Blue evil eye ward in it, and a deck of cards wrapped in a moonstone talisman. I asked the moon to illuminate my conscious, I asked her to bless my path and help me develop my intuition. As my intuition is bound with the element of water and the blood that runs through my veins. I ebb, I flow I am one with the natural laws that exist and predate us all.
I had a series of dips in moods, mostly lows but some highs. All week verging on wanting to scream and strangle folks, then wanting to cry and escape into a trance avoiding reality and putting on my Ipod and earphones.
I read a blog by the brilliant and ever so wise Elizabeth Cunningham and I read Maeve's words that say we follow what the moon has been trying to tell us for the longest times, Its all a phase... Isn't it?! Isn't all a balance? Ups and downs, rights and lefts... You cant have it all how you want it or expect it.You kind of let things flow, you take things as they come. Does the tide complain and or fight the pull of the moon? I doubt it, it moves as it should as instinct and nature demands of it and it finds a purpose.
Like Sisyphus you can roll the rock uphill and view it as a curse or you can make peace with it and find a purpose with in it.

Warrior Women

2009-10-31T14:04:00.000-07:00

I will keep this short...

Everyday women fight. They fight themselves in trying to love what they see in their mirror. Trying to embrace the plump young breasts or the memory of, as they begin to perhaps sag in some places. Dimples that replace once firm thighs and buttocks.

They fight their fellow women as they have to keep up with some appearances in hopes to be socially accepted. They forever look for the comfort and company of their fellow sistern, looking for some bond that is ageless and seems more of a myth although their intuition tells them otherwise.

They fight their their male counterparts in a world where they are looked on as emotionaly unstable, dramatic, under par, less than... It has been said a man could never handle being a woman for a week let a lone a lifetime. Men couldnt handle the emotional capacity to bare a child and bond with it for 9months having it be OF them.

Women are Strength in the guise of the softest bodies. The external nothing but a husk that hides an undercurrent of resillience, a well of deep intuition and timeless beauty.

Women are warriors all in themselves. Look at the many mothers with single children, look at the women who have to work everyday to make a a quarter to every mans dollar, look at the women who recieve men and women in love in the purest sensual moments, and yet have to be judged by the world.

Women look forward and up, never behind or down. Be regal, accept your queendom.

The Second Coming

2009-10-17T08:28:00.001-07:00

Is it possible that maybe the 2nd coming of Jesus is Symbolic and not so literal. Is it possible that perhaps, just PERHAPS we can look into the symbolism of the 2nd coming and see that it is all about ones consciousness. I ask you to open up your mind and allow me to paint a picture based on these passages.

For one God is in us. He made us in his image and there fore we have some godliness in us that we can tap into at any time. He is not so much this great invisible external force but yet this resonating energy inside of us that connects to the very universe and its inhabitants.

The Devil is not some horned, goat cloven hoofed menace, but instead the very essence of our potential humanity gone a rye. He is Impatience, haughtiness, arrogance, envy/jealousy, hatred, fear, anger all unchecked and manifested to the third degree. We are all capable of these things to some degree. His existence is not some coincidence but a polar opposite (as the universe has in many aspects) of what God is. You cant have good without bad, left with out right, dark with out light. There must be a balance to every force.

Trumpets are sounded through out the heavens....

Trumpets have always been used not just as instruments for the melody of beautiful music but to also raise consciousness, awareness and to more importantly warn or draw attention too. It has served as an alarm for waking up troops back in the day as well as to alarm them that war is coming or draw their attention to an approaching army.

So maybe the Heavens is symbolic of this plane of existence/enlightenment/spirituality.... and we all tend to look up to the heavens for meditation or guidance. Whether or not we are atheist or religious, we can see the vastness of the sky, the endless possibilities. Hence the term Sky is the limit.

So the Trumpet sounding is bringing our attention to things about to happen or things that are unfolding before us. In this case in regards to enlightenment/ spirituality.

The few far and in between spoken of as who will rise into heaven.... Even in Revelations which states 'the road leading to everlasting life is short and narrow, but the road leading to destruction is broad and spacious.'

So FEW will attain this level of enlightenment and consciousness. Few will rise above their fellow man and really get the purpose of it all.

There is talk of Nations Rising against nations, people against people, hatred for those who do get admitted into the Kingdom (place of consciousness). People who think outside the man made box. Jesus words of 'The world will hate you for being no part of them, just as I am no part of them.' Or when he said 'to Follow me is to shoulder your own cross/stake' and carry your own burden to persecution. People will not accept through their ears what they cannot accept through their heart.

Don't we see this today people hating others for allowing themselves to be happy? People hating and envying those that have or attain what they themselves do not?

Which brings me to Jesus.... Forget for a moment the Jesus you hear about, or think you know. Forget Jesus the God and or Jesus the man.... Lets instead look at his actions throughout his ministry. Jesus was about LOVE, INCLUSION, and ACCEPTANCE. He dined and ministered to those shunned by almost all of the world or with in the community. Everyone from tax collectors, whores, lepers, Pharisees/sagucees, poor, fisherman, different races considered taboo by his own religion and or cultural laws (Samaritans), and even women and children.

He accepted we are all Gods Creation, he admitted through many of his prayers how God loves his creation even before it is made or comes into existence. He exemplified sacrifice, moderation, humility, love, patience and more importantly humanity. He was tested with hunger, fatigue, and the very devil himself even tried to tempt the very "son of God". He went through everything we ever have to go to and maybe more, and yet still prayed for those who wished him harm or whose intentions were ill.

What if Jesus was about realizing our connectivity? Realizing we are all Gods Creatures, all created by the big supreme universal source? No one above the other, our actions effecting one another? So respect and love is key in recognizing you may not understand the next person or the thing you coincide with, but you have to love each other for the simple fact that you came from the same creator/source?

What if the second coming of Jesus is this recognition? This very line of thinking that dictates how we live life and how we treat everyone and everything around us? When we realize "WOW we are connected, I can't litter the very earth I live on and not take into account that an animal, a person, a plant that shares this very planet with me isn't effected by that."

What if we accept our brothers and sisters who practice other faiths and who adhere to the beliefs of their culture and although our lack of insight into their ways, or ignorance of their practices and traditions we still can love them? We still can be ok with what they do no matter how foreign to us? What if we extended our hand to them in an embrace or even just to help them when they stumble? What if we acted like Jesus?

Wasn't Jesus words "The GREATEST COMMANDMENT is to love thy neighbor as thyself?" What if we actually did that? Wouldn't that allow the God, the Jesus to rise up in us? To in essence come through us?

This is more easier for me to see than an actual Huge airplane sized trumpet appearing out of nowhere and people floating to this place above the clouds, where they leave behind all of the others who didn't believe as them....

My God believes in variety hence why no one flower even of the same kind is the same color or sometimes even the same shape. Why people are of different hews, and birds of different colors who like different food sources. No one is supposed to be the SAME!

So I guess I encourage those who believe in Jesus to allow his actions and ways to work through you. Love the man and woman you walk by or share this world with, no matter if you understand them or not. Embrace them offer them help, love, prayers with out reservation, judgement, or hesitation. Follow in the footsteps left ahead of you.

World versus Spirit

2009-10-15T05:20:00.000-07:00

SO today I will point to the Holy Bible. Although written and rewritten so long ago by imperfect human beings who didn't even understand Jesus when he talked to them in the flesh let alone the spirit.... The book still holds some relevance and has some importance in our day to day.

Matthew 24:4 & 5 "LOOK out that nobody misleads you; for many will come on the basis of my name, saying "I am the Christ," and will mislead many.

Matthew 24: 23&24 "Then if anyone says to you, "Look! Here is the Christ," or "There!" do not believe it. For false Christs and false prophets will arise and will give great signs and wonders so as to mislead, if possible even the chosen ones.

Matthew 7: 21- 23 "Not everyone saying to me, "Lord, Lord," will enter into the Kingdoms of the heavens, but the one doing the will of my father whom is in the heavens will. Many will say to me "Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and expel demons in your name, and perform many powerful works in your name?" And I will confess to them: I never knew you! get away you workers of Lawlessness.

John 17: 14- 26 (too much to type) But Jesus Stresses that his followers who truly got the message of his work,of Gods work were to be no part of this world, just as he was no part of the world. He Said he as they were are IN this world but have to be no part of it. He stressed that God loves those before they are even created. He stresses the need for his children to be ONE in union with him and his father. he stresses we have all been given the Glory, the Knowledge, the love to do be in union with another.

I think people need to look into why they go to Church. Being no part of the world to me is more of a state of consciousness. We have to transcend our earthly/worldly way of looking at thing, and judging things and simply let spirit, instinct, intuition, God guide us. The Worldly versus the Spirit was always stressed throughout this book with sayings like 'Pay Cesar's things to Cesar and Gods things to God' and "Stop storing up the treasure upon the earth where moth and rust consume, and thieves break in and steal. Rather store up yourselves the treasures in heaven." Its about knowing your wealth in the spirit knowing that you are supplied for, watched out for. You have but to reach inside to find God and these treasures, God is not some huge all consuming External force but rather in us. IN our very being. Reach inside and let God out, let him manifest in your lives. See God the way you need to, not the way someone else wants you to.

I believe the biggest part of Jesus ministry was love. Yet you see people claiming only the love of Jesus, they forgot their fellow man. How can you LOVE Jesus and forget you own brothers and sisters? It goes against Gods will and greatest commandment. The very unity Jesus described above, is what doesn't happen. Its just people getting together under one roof and praising amongst excluding the very people that helped build there church up.

Beware the people who point at you and tell you what God wants for you, what JESUS/God has said as if they know the spoken word more than you do. Your interpretation of THE WORD is just as valid as theirs, we are all one in the spirit. Remember some of the very ones you look up to, who do many beautiful works, and are anointed are the very ones to turn you away from the will and love of God, as Jesus warns in the book of Matthew. Let No One do this, in fact Jesus Says "LOOK... you will know the tree for the fruit it bears." You will see what and who people really are if you look and listen. In Peter they say "the Devil is walking around like a Roaring Lion seeking to divide and destroy. So keep your senses..." That's right all senses. Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch, Hearing. When a Lion roars it roars to scare a herd of prey to scatter them and find the weakest one to go after. Its meant to confuse and disorient its prey. Lets not fall prey.
The Devil is not some sentient being, he is that part of human consciousness we all have that does ugly things. Its in us all, its the bad choices we make although we know we should do the opposite. he is our lack of judgement, our impatience, our judgmental attitude, our discouragement, our ego and arrogance, our hate and fear of things we don't understand. Lets rise above that.

I charge anyone who is or considers them self a "christian" to please take it upon yourself to ask questions, to research and read outside the bible and see that there is more to this book, this way of thinking this life. Get to know you and your culture and see where you place is in the world, find your voice and your spirit. Let it shine and exemplify the beauty of Gods creation. Love yourself no more shame, no more guilt, be you, be encouraged, be loved.

Old skin

2009-09-23T04:39:00.000-07:00

I come and I go and I have been adorning a coat sewn with PRIDE, and worn with GRACE. The style is CONFIDENCE, the material is HAPPINESS. Its just a coat, a garment that can be cast aside, and it is.
I enter my home, hung up is my coat and I slip into an old shirt of INADEQUACY, a depressing piece of material. Holey, flawed, dingy with experiences, stained with residual heartache. This shirt is comfortable, its too familiar. I know I should throw it away and probably put on my coat again, but I cant. This old shirt fits me all too well, its like stepping into old worn familiar skin. The shirt and skin Ive known for so long. I got it sometime during childhood. It was washed only in the water of my tears, it bears my scent my essence.
Why is it so hard for me to let this go or take this garment off? Why is it still safely tucked away into my closet or in my drawer? Why does it still have such a place in my life?
Is it because it reminds me of days past? Being a child and not knowing why I was crying? Inconsolable? Happy running and climbing trees with the boys, reading comics just to go home and retreat to the corner of my room or hidden under the covers listening to the sounds of Music the only thing I understood, understand. The only thing that helped sooth me when I felt this way....
Now I am doing the very thing I love and still underneath my Glorious coat I still seem to wear the same old shirt, not yet ready or confident to be truly naked...

Sleep?

2009-09-15T02:54:00.001-07:00

You think I sleep? Well that's none way of putting it....
When my eyes shut and my consciousness slips, I am traveling across worlds going on a midnight rendezvous.
You think I wake up with a dry mouth from sleeping with my mouth open, nah.... I have travelled the desserts to find my people. I have found a village of ebony sun kissed people, regal and royal in their different shapes and sizes, wise in their different ages, beautiful in their different but brilliant dark shades. I danced by the bon fires wearing ceremonial masks, I danced ancient dances of my people. Dances which held a purpose, giving up control letting spirit move you, ripple through you like a rock thrown into a pond.
I am singing and calling on the names of several different ancestors and spirits who come to my aid and dance along side me.
You think I am rotating in my bed to get comfortable? Nah.... I am swaying to the rhythm of drums. Rotating, spinning fiercely in a circle, my view caught up in a dizzy haze.... My head is thrown back I am laughing both hands on my hips shoulders moving in time with my hips.
You think I am grumpy because I have restless sleep? Nah, I'm still tired form astral traveling to he land of the ancestors. I'm grumpy because I had to stop my revelries and return to this material place that feels so odd to me, after having been in a place that felt too familiar.

Ye Ye O Oshun

2009-09-08T06:49:00.000-07:00

So this day is the day that Orisha and Saint Oshun is revered in worship in some households, exclusively. Yesterday I wrote about Yemaya the sister of Ochun. Yemaya represents toe Ocean, the wide and vast sea. Ochun on the other hand represents Rivers, Streams, Springs, waterfalls and any sweet water that is flowing. I write this for her....

According to Yoruba elders, Oshun is the cosmological force of water, moisture and attraction. Oshun is the force of HARMONY, ecstasy, and love.

When I see a parent hold a child, looking into their eyes and feeling that deep connection and attraction. This is Ochun.

When two lovers in their throws of passion feel this under current of magnetism connecting them in body, as well as in spirit, This is Ochun.

When a delicate seed is attracted to moisture or dew drops and slowly but steadily roots and breaks its husk and reaching for the sun it is so connected too, this is Ochun.

The joyous feeling that comes over us once we have accomplished something so laboring. The laughter of a child, innocent and as light as a bubbling brook, the bees buzzing from flower to flower, the appreciation one feels when the warm Spring break Winters gloom and the scent of fragrant flowers and the joy it brings us. This is Ochun.

After tearful situations, and deep depressions at your lowest point.... When you stop and just breath and listen and you hear in the stillness the sound of something fluid, something moving. You find a well of strength. The sweetest water ever tasted, and it springs from you, through you.... It taste of freedom. Its filtered through hard times, sediment, obstacle's as rough as and as stone-like as rock. Yet like the sweet water we flow over it, past it, finding a way to push on flow towards the vast opportunities life has to offer. This is Ochun, in nature, in essence, in us.

Omi OOOOO Yemaya

2009-09-07T09:08:00.001-07:00

So today is Yemayas day in accordance to the Santeria community. A Candle is lit a blessing is said to invoke the beautiful presence and the energy of this matron Orisha/Saint.

To those that practice the beautiful tradition of La Regla Ocha/ Lucumi, or for any of those that have this wonderful Orisha on their head or in their lives this ones for you...

Enjoy this day and every day that you think of Motherhood. In fact Everytime you see a woman, young, elderly, brown, white, small, big, man or woman... think of Yemaya.

All people have the potential to be "mothers" be it by actual birth or the birthing of ideas, thoughts, actions, words, songs, art, magic.

Whenever you think of nurturing something, helping to make anything grow be it a child, a plant, an animal, a dream... think of Yemaya. Think of the swell of pride that comes over you when it has or they have grown, like the swell in a pregnant woman's abdomen, or in the swell of the tide. Think of Yemaya.

For single parents who have had to handle the duality of parental duties. Being both the comforter and the disciplinarian, the provider and at times the acceptee. Think of Yemaya.

Think of what it is like to love the world and all its children so much, just as equally. To claim the worlds inhabitants as your own. To know that some have forgot your presence, your help, or your power. You have reached out to them and yet they have been too caught up to listen. Myriads of children like schools of fish in the sea, some you can help and keep close and others you must watch swim away into a vast ocean of Sharks, Killer Whales, Hungry Seals, and the worst MAN. All with the intent on making prey of your children... All you can do is hope that they know what they got, that they know you are their willing to extend a helping hand, a strong and comforting shoulder, an encouraging embrace, a miracle wrapped within a tender kiss.... This is Yemaya.

Being thankful

2009-09-02T16:48:00.000-07:00

I am thankful for God, his silence spoke volumes at a time when I thought my prayers werent being answered.

I am thankful to Goddess, her nurturing and encouraging energy mirrored that of God, showing me that divinity has two faces.

I am thankful to Eggun/Ancestors whose shoulders I stand on. Who paved a way for me to conjure, to work, to live, and to exist. Always on time, ready when I need them.

I am thankful to all those that hurt me in my life thus far. The lessons that came with every heart break and tear shed were invaluable and made me so much stronger than I though I could ever be.

I am thankful for the small handful I can truly call friends and family. Those who have come and gone, those I let go and never stopped loving and those I keep close that I love just as much.

I am thankful to be alive, able to write, think, sing, talk, dance, praise, kiss, love, hug, pet, make love, feel, eat, drink, learn and experience.

Each day brings new disappointments but also new joys. I better understand the ebb and flow, the push and pull, the up and down, the ying and yang. Duality bound by unification in my soul, in others and in all creation.

So I laugh.....

2009-08-30T16:51:00.000-07:00

I'm drinking some Sangria and feeling very very nice and I start to think...

My mother is my Cosmic Twin as Tim would call her. Two souls meant to exist at the same time always connected no matter the distance, no matter the circumstance. It makes sense I can feel my mother and she can feel me, and we understand each other. Spiritually insightful and extremely intuitive, a two edged axe who has seen many a battle some lost and most won.

My brothers both two free spirited individuals who never related to me and never tried. We share blood, a bond no one can break and no one can deny. Yet we don't know each other and perhaps never really will. I always whish them the best in their life and their endeavors, no bad blood here.

My Sister, my beautiful and wise sister. She is the one who has lived, she has felt an experienced so much and all to turn the experiences around in order to be wise. For wisdom radiates from her pores as does love, and independance. She travels not knowing where she is going, open to experience and to possibility. Always an inspiration. I often wonder if we were cosmic twins, but I know that we arent. We instead are two sides of the same coin.

My Father the Man all men would hope to be. He raises a bar as far as I'm concerned, and always provides an ultimate example of Patience, Love, Knowledge, Wisdom, Hard Work and Perserverance. Not to mention Faith and Hope, he is a father whose love is felt in his actions. He provides and provides for all he calls children, he never sees differences. His responsibilities were just that, his responsibilties. His thoughts, his thoughts.

Tim a brother indeed, his blood might as well just run through my veins for we share so much. Our bond is other wordly and ancient, two souls meant to meet and to share, to work and ot conjure, to sing and to dance, to shout and to praise. Inspiration and drive is this man's energy and his very spirit is understanding and healing. I simply bask in him every moment I can, learning taking him in.

Kare a Soul mate, a wonderful compliment to myself. A kindred spirit to myself in so many ways, someone who can deal with me in my entirety even when most would run screaming, arms flailing. He is in my mind what Eve was to Adam, a compliment, a completion might as well be of my own rib and bone marrow.

I often wonder if God answered my prayers when I was sent these individuals, its been quite a journey and new adventures are on the horizon.

My ancestors, those who came before me and lived and experienced and broke their individual backs to provide us with some opportunity. The ancestors who have made themselves known to me in so many ways, and in effect have shown me things of old that I would have never knew or experienced had it not be for them. Nostalgia that should be somehow misplaced but feels so current and relevent. I long for old ways, discipline, responsibility, reputation, juke joint, drummings, bon fires and invoking of spirit..... Something I am tapping into just now in my 27 years of life. My soul longs for these things and I travel that path head up and eyes forward.

Neema

2009-08-30T06:18:00.000-07:00

Warm and delicate

Soft and plush

Pulsing and vibrating with a readiness to receive

Attention, Love, food, open arms, a warm lap

It matters not your comfortability, for one tiny second in her choosing

the earth spins on her axis and revolves around her orbital direction.

She Lays down comfortably in her chosen spot, paws bent back upon themselves blinks slowly and her lips part as if in a smile, as if to say:

"Do you not realize I am from a line of Gods and Goddesses. I was worshipped in Egypt by many names but one in particular Bastet. Protector of the home and pregnant women, the essence of feminine sexuality and pleasure mixed with the wrath that only a woman can feircely summon and execute. I have hunted lifetimes before you, I have stalked the sky and the plains below. Basking in the Sun of my father Ra, and respected by all. You would do well to receive me as I am meant to be received..."

You have no choice but to laugh at her audacity and simply admire and stroke her. She is Neema whose name means "She who is born of wealthy parents."