Samhain somewhere somehow sometime someplace someday

I am becoming more sensitive to the world around me in its detail. I see things clearer that would usually merely blend into the background when I was focused on rushing. I am able to detect a persons aura even from a distance if I focus on their energy. All since I decided to stop rushing my self and appreciate my time and develop my timing. This is important because with Election Day tomorrow I am going to have to be on point as I cross the city and head uptown to the office. Then especially as I head back downtown and cross town after dark. I have to put my courage to the sticking place.

You know what gets my goat? I was just pretending to write an angry letter from the queen of the angels to one of her Shepards and I just could not. Now I was determined to casually check in on one of my charges and I just could not go anymore. Overcome by exhaustion. From the poor lamb who we lost due to complications before it could ever experience its own weariness of this world. Just a reflection from the Angel of Death in the injustices of life.

Let me tell you what is really going on here. Not even a full 24 hours into the new wheel after Samhain there is about to be a great predetermined shifting in the image of power. The sitting president is about to be in for a rough four years if the mortal realm has not completely been rebooted after the world shut down. All those souls crossing over. The lost ones not even knowing they have passed and the transcendent determined to get a leg up. Even the best of them claim they generally are merely well behaved just so that they can hang out at their home boy’s mansions in his fathers house of all places. Now if you have never experienced a castle then you wonder how this is architecturally sound. Is it even possible? Heavenly. Yes.

Now keep focused. The teat is about to fit the shan’t here. It is a moment of Shakespearean proportions. In the history of the continent of A Miracle. That is where I hang out in the mansion of my home boy’s father. Well. Metaphorically. It’s actually a floating island on the outskirts of a small town mascarading as a large city. A revolving soundstage studio lot of magnanimous proportions designed by the defendant ethnically of the French-Colored American. I too am descended ethnically French-American of color. The secrets of eternity are ours to discover and then ignore to our liking because “¿ouî? Say sew.” it is quite fashionable and that is the thing that got Eve those pumps out of snakeskin after Lilith got her pregnant. Some goddess got jealous and Adam pretended like he had no idea that anything was happening anywhere ever.

This so called Cosmopolitan City has more majestic beings per shielded square mile than even Hollywood. That place is only famous because it penned the phrase “It was a sign.” Trust me. I know these things. I know that I know them because I told myself not to. And cast an enchantment that makes me behave like a fat bish as a way to cloak my being. So should our world when mortal he’ll fire erupts with the passing of a comet tomorrow afternoon on the day we go to the polls. I’m know Nostradamus however even in my inexperience given all the rest of 2020 this ones pretty obviously catastrophic. REMEMBER TO DRESS FOR THE WEATHER! ☺️🤣🥰

Culture Cannibals of Color

Culture Cannibals of Color 

Now there is one thing that I cannot say enough; that is that there needs to be a great healing in this world but in American culture and politics in particular. There must be an honest and very mature conversation about the past present and future of race and class. Here, I’ll start. I would like to speak to you about culture cannibalism amongst the people of color who insist on justifying the use of the n word in any shape or form. Just because you replace a consonant with a vowel it in no way shape or form excuses the fact that you are rationalizing your pain instead of addressing it. How are we to cure the self-deprecation that takes place amongst an entire people every time these words are spoken releasing the energy that they carry with them into the atmosphere. Children can and will listen from the time that they develop ears in the womb. So, when is it enough? After there are criminals murdered by police brutality who inspire rioting? Or when said victims’ own families speak out and say that they were no hero so people should not worship them or riot in their memory? Or when a person is still a rowdy teenager chewing the fat with their friends impressing each other with the amount of times that they are able to use this cursed word be it noun, verb, or adjective? When a young mother is speaking in front of her child and it gets imbedded in their developing brains that such language is socially acceptable? 

I have, for many years watched the people I know build and develop their lives on the foundation that our education supplied us. Yet, all these years later, with children, and sometimes grandchildren of their own these individuals who I hold in the highest regard will still post on their social media some long dead rapper who consistently disrespects women, glorifies gratuitous violence, and yes, par for the course uses the dreaded n word. Why? We respect one another and therefore go out of our way to be tolerant of the differences that form our unique collective as a population of educated young people who always have their craft and training to fall back on. It gives us the ability to enjoy the responsibilities of adulting while allowing for choice. Even amongst these individuals I cannot find an answer. Why? Why is the use of this word continuously allowed? Once upon a time if someone wanted to say that you were ignorant, they would use the term with the consonant. Be they of one ethnic group or another it was meant to be offensive. Some used it to degrade a different ethnic group. Others used it to remind members of their own ethnicity that there is a standard that the Community of Color lives by and that to act so ignorant as to be referred to by such a term is the lowest act possible so they should correct their behavior. Now it has been replaced with a verb and used as a term of endearment. What has changed between before the Civil Rights Movement triggered by the murder of Emmit Till and bombings of various communities of color? Why now is it socially acceptable?  

Have systemic racism and bigoted racism won? No one seems to have an answer. So then how do we stop this from continuing to happen with future generations? Is there a cure for the cannibalistic nature of social development that feeds on the soul of colored folk? Oh, and don’t get me started on the light skin versus dark skin debate…

Until next time, just think about it amongst yourselves. I’d love to read your responses. 

M

You’re invited to a virtual healing circle ⭕️

It is with a renewed sense of faith that I must declare the “Ber” months of 2020 a time of healing. We have all come so far. It seems like humanity has been all but destroyed. All due to an attack on the human spirit of Biblical proportions. If you survived the physical ailments there are emotional side effects. Thus we who are present must increase our gifts to what is born now. A new age. A virtual world. Although we have long had virtual reality it is not until now that it has become necessary for the development of entire virtual communities to house them. Consider this your directory. A guide to navigate the lifestyle of your choosing. Personal responsibility is rule number one. Personal accountability is rule number two. This experience is interactive is rule number three. All participants must maintain their interpersonal communication with the developer in order to guarantee continued access. Welcome to the healing circle ⭕️ community. Please email virtualhealingcircle@gmail.com a request for access with your email containing an email account (created just for healing circle ⭕️ communications to ensure privacy if you are using a shared device) if you would like to be a part of our very first virtual letter writing campaign.

I understand how interesting life can get without impending cabin fever on a massive scale. I imagine with the way things are going this winter is going to be a tough one. Top off being snowbound with months of almost no one but the people you live with and things could get awkward. Why not keep in contact and tell me all about it. I am going to write back with my own zany adventures I’m sure. I look forward to hearing from you.

Let the healing begin.