Sparkle

No matter how deep your truth. No matter how honorable your trust. No matter how deeply resonating your life breath. There will always be someone who simply cannot see your light. Some people are scared of the truth. Some people run from the light. They would rather see the darkness in others because they are afraid to let go. Afraid they might get hurt. Someone I love is so afraid of the wealth of love I have to offer. It has been a roller coaster of emotional upheaval. Joy. Pain. Frustration. I meditate on this matter often. I believe that he is worth my time. I feel magnetized to him in a pronounced way. He pushes me away and then pulls me back to his chest just when I am about to give up. I just want him to feel the Spirit within me and not run. Sometimes, he surprises me with these insights about what he understands about who I am. He can be very deep and intuitive only to turn around and shove me as far from him as he can. I keep walking because my spiritual instinct has told me multiple times to do so. However, I am surprised every time he shoves me away from him as though I did not know to expect it. He tells me I trust too much, believe in people too much, live on a planet that the rest of the human race does not live on with me. I have been called naive more than once. I just believe in the light within us all. I believe that we all have something inherent to offer this existence. I will continue to love. I will continue to trust. I will continue to believe. And though my heart may hurt. I might cry. I will always find the strength to stand up and be counted. To shine my light so someone looking might see. And every day, I become a stronger and better version of myself. To all of you ready to rise, let your light shine. It is time to show them what we are capable of. Sparkle on.

Tropical Wave

Storm sea tossed and we sloshed buckets of water from the restaurant floor into the kitchen. The Bay rose over the sea wall, and the parking ties started floating out toward the road. She and I picked one up to move it. He says why don't you use the water to allow it to float. No need to lift it, just direct it. When intelligent people do things the hard way...that is very often me. It was a lot of hard work and at the end of it, the water just kept coming. My body aches everywhere. What was accomplished is yet to be determined. The effort was something tangible. Something that mattered. We worked hard. We banded together. The waters remained. I am always looking for the next step. A serendipitous markation of direction. An omen. A sign. Many of my friends have made fun of me for this type of thinking. I do not feel it is something I will ever change. The universal flow comes together to show us things in due time & in mysterious and wonderful ways. Synchronicity. I dig! You? What I could stand to learn is breathing in the moment. Letting go of the anxiety that is often in the center of my chest and breathe my way toward that wu wei flow. I know it. I feel it. I just get caught up. What will he think if I do this that way? What will she say if I stand over here? What will they feel if I use this phrasing? How will that food affect my stomach later? Very often, I over think. Very often, I miss the point of allowing a log to float while I am lifting it and wasting energy. And this is what led me to post the thanks to all the amazing people in my life. The people that have helped me do more than survive. I have always had a magical and mysterious life. A life filled with surprise. A life filled with pain that only served to make me stronger. A life filled with stories most have never heard from anyone else. I love every heartbeat that brought me to this place. And may I find the grace to breathe in the moment, to dissipate my anxiety, and to set my spirit free. Truly. Madly. Deeply. Love this breath.

Cadence

I don't want anything less than exactly what I need
I want love like this
I want to match cadence with
Someone marching beside me with equal fervor.
Sex has never been casual but now why mess around with anything temporary
No matter how beautiful?
I want passionate Love.
I want honest Love.
I want deep, fiery, spiritual heat.
I wanna beat to drop and the lyrics never stop flowing Love.
I want my feet rubbed after a long day.
I want a Revolutionary soul-mate.
I want forever love.
I want sacred love.
I want "I carry you everywhere in my front, left pocket love"
I want to cook you dinner.
I want to do laundry with you.
I want to miss you after hours of independence away from you Love.
I want to hold you.
Unfold in front of you and have you truly understand my every intricacy love.
WE started out as best friends love.
We eat healthy and are active love.
We stand up & are counted love.
We are the ones we have been waiting for love.
I can't seem to get enough of you love.
And why waste my time with any other love that is not this love.

To all those spinning gently outside orbit, stand tall & remember why we were born. We are the ones we have been waiting for.

Society proscribes for us to live our lives in set black and white standards. Categories and sub-standards. This house. That car. The right job. Good kids. The best neighborhood. The common religion. The defined college. Some of us do not fit inside this black and white box. Some of us don't make sense to the rest of them. This post if for you. With you. Because of us.

I have been traversing through one of the largest transitions of my life. Remembering why I am alive. Living for myself and trying to earnestly breathe in the moment. I have been lonely. I have been in one long relationship after another for the predominant amount of my life. I am a survivor, and have seen many things that have shook me and kept me outside of the proscribed life. My soul loves the fire and the spice of difference.

I tend to draw people to me in a magnanimous fashion. I love good people. I love different people. I love people with the passion to learn. The desire to create. The fire to stand up for what they believe in.

I do not proscribe to one point of view. I recognize truth as a vibration that we all may commuicate using different languages, from different viewpoints with varied foundations to represent all that we are. All that we are to become. The honest intention for righteousness is what matters most to me. The blessing that comes to those that seek truth. Our lives are not easy. But they are enchanted. They are beautiful. They are blessed.

Please find the strength within yourself, from the Divinity you believe in, draw power from the Universe around you, and never give up. We are the ones we have been waiting for.

Speak with your words, in your cadence. Use your rhythm. Follow suit with your rhyme. For timing is often everything, and it is a synchronous plane we exist within. Honor your Spirit. Be dedicated with steadfastness to all that you are. You are a beautiful and complicated soul. You are ever spinning outside of orbit from those that say they are "normal". You are different, and defined in no certain terms.

I love you all for all that you are and you continue to inspire me with your honest beauty. Your sacred truth.

Namaste.
Hetepu.
Lady RAin.

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All things are of the one, and because of the one I can do all things.

Each of us have a distinct responsibility on this planet and I could plan an entire revolution around the mark that I am here for and completely miss the point, because without each of us, I am nothing. Together, we can. So, please stand up, step out and do something. Be counted. Make your life about personal evolution. Don't be afraid to follow that still, small voice. Believe that you can and it is truly possible. We all have a beautiful individual statement on this earthwalk. Be all you can be.
Be the best you can be. And we will all be amazed at the end of this decade all that has come to pass. Reach out for one another. Speak in the voice of truth. Honor your promises. Committ to be honorable. Connect with others. Make eye contact. You never know what lives you are affecting. ~~Bless-ed BE~~

Revolution Heartbreak

My soul is a step out of cadence, a beat out of time. I rhyme and I reason and answers try to find. We wind down roads that roll out before us, and I struggle to understand my role in the Revolution.

I have never judged anyone by the color of their skin, their income level, or the religion they chose to believe in. I have great compassion for all who have suffered. All who continue to suffer due to their race. There are so many integral parts of this story, and my glory would only be if I could intuit all I need to become to see us free from this madness.

Martin Luther King spoke of equality. Peace. Freedom. Malcolm X called us the blue eyed devils. Many white people say they have never had a slave & Black people need to move on. Many white people have never suffered what most black people have.

I do not pretend to have it all figured out. I have been the victim of much racism. As anyone who knows me well understands, most of my best friends and deep loves have been and are Black. Many incredibly intelligent black people are extremely Afro-centric which really makes no sense to me.

The African race is strong, brave, rhythmic, and filled with soul. They came through the desert to emerge victorious. I have heard so many times by so many great black leaders the reference to the slaves emerging Egypt and traversing the desert to make it to the promised land. Do we not recognize the irony of that allegory? Egyptians were black! The slaves were Jews!

Native Americans. Jews. Pagan peoples at the hands of the early Christians have all suffered great things. The African race by far has been through hundreds of years of ridiculous suffering with no just cause, no balance. No one can erase that. Still the system is completely off kilter, and we have many miles to travel for racial harmony.

But, I have to say it feels as though the pendulum has swung the other way. As a white woman who has a lot of soul and a lot to say, who has been homeless, beaten, robbed & raped. Who has been discriminated against because of the color of her skin. Who has been refused college and state aids because I was white. Who has lost her house, her car, and who honestly understands the true value of struggle. I am broken hearted.

Those who know me best know that I have been loved by many great black men and women. Many who cannot claim me as their bride only because I am white. Those who have kept me secret because their black brothers would not accept them if they knew. Many who have told me that I am the only white woman they have ever seen as a Sistah, and I have to ask what is different about me.

I have never based any emotion on any human soul due to their skin. There are many African Americans who despise all whites. They see US as a collective that has taken away all they had. They do not see the imbalance on the other side of things.

I hate to say this, but so much of the vibration I recieve points toward a race war. I hope not. A very good friend (she is Jamaican) once said to me that she utterly believed this was the only answer. She told me how much she loved me and then asked me to realize that no matter how many amazing black people loved me and considered me part of their inner circle, it would not save me when the time came.

I do not agree with slavery. I do not agree with racial segregation. I do not agree with genecide. I do not agree with holding a people back. I do not agree with people being slain because of the color of their skin. I do not like being judged for mine.

I sound off to all the amazing people in my life, whether black or white. I ask us to really stand up and open our eyes. To put down the blinders and realize that we can get nowhere with hearts filled with hatred. I am often the only white person in a room. I am comfortable in that space. I desire the rhythm, the cadence, the culture, the voice of the African soul.

I am an ordained Khemet Priestess. I am the Holy Mother, High Priestess of our order. My Priest Father, Mandu, has come to realize due to our connection that all whites are not created equal. But how many people have we all passed by due to these preconceived notions?

Martin Luther had a dream. Malcolm X desired the freedom of his people. I also have a dream. A dream where people can work and live side by side. A dream where people connect because of intellect. A dream where people see their likenesses, and harmonize beyond their differences. A dream where people who work hard make good money, and fat beaurocrats don't rule the world.

I choke on the daily reminder of how much racism exists on both sides. What has been done to the African is disgusting. Way too many hundred years of hatred, and death. I do not blame the anger or the vehemence with which these great Kings & Queens seek to rise. Take back what is rightfully theirs.

I am disgusted by the whites who still treat black people like they are subhuman, substandard. I have watched many of my closest people go through things that should never have happened. I have to fight to prove myself to even the smartest, most spiritual, and most amazing Africans. It is troubling me to the core.

What is to be done? I really don't know. I know that I have a very large and important role. I know that I am a bridge across the gap. I know that I have a way to speak to both sides. I know that Auset is guiding me into this Revolution armed with truth I have yet to understand.

There are so many more pages I could write about this. I take the dream of Martin Luther King to a new level. I honor all the man sought to achieve. I fight for righteous truth. I fight for equality. I fight for liberation of shattered spirits. I fight for honor. Balance. Justice. For ALL people.

I ask every intelligent being to stand up, be counted. Put down the fear. Put down the hate. Understand that the race war will come if we allow it to. What can be accomplished by more warfare? More imbalance?

I encourage all to speak their hearts on this matter. Shatter the illusions we cling to. Recognize the truth of all that the African race has suffered. Recognize that there are many of us on both sides ready to rise above. To let go. To become more. To become ONE!

To all my sisters, and brothers, kings and queens, gods & goddesses. Hetepu. Together, we can. It is our time to rise.

Revolutionaries Rise!

Measured sips of organized chemistry
I'll be Martin to your Malcolm
Unless you release my enemy
The Revolution is a change
We must all make time to afford
Fresh every night
Hand to the drawing board
We ward off our fears
As we climb to the top
Slip, sometimes stumble
Yet we never seem to stop
Pockets filled with anarchy
Against a system that must die
All souls on this planet
Deserve the right to spread their wings and fly
Sigh against the ignorance
Never wished was born
I offer you my blood, my life
Until new oceans of thought
Begin to pour
Soar against the thermal winds
Wings stronger every day
I speak into a ready crowd
Hear me reverberate
Sockets full of energy
Meant to fuel the war
Lift me up against the sky
And I will water Gaia's soil
Planet full of prophecy
That some still see as mockery
Scholarly attempts to speak
While zombies scan the skies
Mind over matter
May all the falsehoods shatter
Scatter lies like dust to the wind
Until only truth remains
We ascertain what things may come
But most sit still
Like the Revolution will run itself
Into a tomorrow that makes sense
Our recompense will be our fear
Yet the end is nowhere near
Our greatest dreams
Can be all we hear
If we rise to claim them
For a future yet unborn
Mock me if you must
But I pray your darkness turns to rust
And your spark is rekindled
As you must recognize
The Divine Light
With which you were born