Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Sacred Sex

 It seems that in today's American society, sex is easy while true intimacy is hard. Two consenting adults can come together and when their bodies meet, they can embrace the spectrum of sex anywhere from terrible to exceeding expectations. Bodies coming together is easy. It seems many have gotten swept away with the reality TV mentality and have perhaps forgotten what it means to connect. 

I long for eye contact that draws you in to the world of the beholder. I long for long conversations that embrace every topic under the Sun. Give me walks holding hands with no stipulation to keep it on the "down low" because the other party has some reason no one needs to know. 

Sex approached correctly should include principles such as Kundalini and Tantra and is about so much more than the orgasm at the end. Sex approached correctly is sacred. It is about connecting mind, body, soul, spirit, and intentions. Sex approached correctly will change your life. Your spiritual channels will open up and your chakras will align. 

Chemistry between people includes many things. Quantum attraction, genetic compatibility, magnetic lust, mental stimulation, and for some destiny. Sex should never include feelings of coercion, obligation, discomfort, or manipulation. 

Sacred connection for me begins with loving and trusting Self. Sacred connection for me begins with connecting to the Source, and allowing life to flow freely through you. Pansexual for many of us embraces the idea of being intimate with every facet of your existence. I feel the light and love of the Divine flowing freely through me almost all the time. The times when I do not, is because of my undulating nature and my need for spiritual growth and personal evolution. 

Sex is sacred when both parties approach it sacredly. Sex is sacred when your Qi is freely flowing through you and you are in touch with your Divinity. Sex is sacred when it lifts you up, takes you higher, and the climax I am referring to is spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional. Sex should never leave you feeling dirty or ashamed. 

As a child I was offered the belief that my body is a temple that houses my soul. This lifetime has taken me on an upward spiraling journey through many loves and many stories. I am grateful for every person who has offered me reflection of my ever-growing perception of truth. 

We are sacred beings housing ancient souls. We are composed of stardust, and traveling in the direction of reunification. We are both wise and learning. We are both free and chained to this earthly form. May we all agree to our highest resolution. May we all agree to set a goal for our exponential potential. As we set intentions for sacred connections and walk through our journey expecting greatness, the world will change shape around us. 

How can we expect world peace when there is not peace in our own chest? How can we expect peace when we do not practice peace in our own homes? Change begins in the center of each of us. We set intentions for the world we want to see. I am setting intentions for sacred connections. I am setting intentions for the right place at the right time. I am setting intentions for aligning to my highest resolution. I am setting my intentions for representing the change I wish to see in the world. May this be my legacy.

Namaste'

RAin

Friday, November 4, 2022

Regression

If we must remember

Things we should forget

Touching past regression

Life with no regrets

Sorrow spins in circles

We hone in on our fears

Tears recall the broken

Darkness in our years

We're hollow sacred beings

Housing ancient souls

We work toward tomorrow

Within our present goals

Shades and shadows shifting

We whisper holy whims

Marching toward forever

Chanting holy hymns

We stand up and dance louder

Than ever have before

We're marching on to Zion

Within this Holy War

I found him hanging heavy

Wings no longer there

We're whispering tomorrow 

To a world no longer cares

We're arguing with Heaven

For things we just don't need

The Beast has promised blessings

To keep us from being free

We're dancing on our tombstone

Alone and dangerous

Watching for disaster

Chasing after bliss

Lips lacking moisture

Holes in leaves on trees

We've been dancing here in circles

Forgotten to be free

Shattered glass and fragments

Fractures in the night

Spite can lead us nowhere

In this eternal fight

We're singing Hallelujah

An anthem from the deep

We weep with salient satire

On feeble feet we creep

Window to the nightmare

We wonder where we are

Our dreams dissolve into thin air

We hear the holy call

We're haunted by our Angels

Demons deign desire

We scorch ourselves to purify

Raining holy fire

We wander here majestic

We wish upon a star

We act as though superior

Because of all we are

We are fallen stardust

Cast down from high above

We have one thing left to believe in

Unconditional Love 

Shades of Pain

 If I gave birth to my pain

What color would she be?

Our veins press blue 

Against our flesh

But we all bleed blue you see

Neither black nor white 

Are colors

Yet racism seems to need

Skin shades segregated

Defining culture, class and creed

If roses are red

And violets are blue

Why can't humans accept 

Their many sacred hues

Their many sacred truths

The ears of the Divine

Why must we in Black and White 

Attempt to define?

Full spectrum 

of the Rainbow

An artist color dream

To see color 

In full palette 

Without the need to scheme

Cryogenically frozen

Posed but never posing

Honoring lines 

I never would have chosen

What does it mean to be white and outspoken?

Limitations need to be broken

Black, brown and red

Have a right to be hoping

What does the color of skin

Have to do with devotion?

We are an ocean of thought

A cacophony of sound

The Divine rests somewhere 

Beyond the profound

White power is the undesirable factor

Oppression and greed

The chemical reactor

The power of the Sun

Can set out souls on fire

It is both simple and complex

Raise our vibration higher

The color of sound 

Is the correct frequency

We should find our knees 

And do it more frequently 

Think about the spaces

Our thoughts have been frequenting

This is the Age Aquarius 

And we're still behaving freakishly

Finding darkness in the details

Disease is in the entrails

Floating through the air waves

Just waiting for people to breathe

What is the color of Free?

Combustible

 Blood against bone

I'm home alone

Breast bone pressed against chest

I'm under too much pressure

Listening to the drone

Of my voice again

I can't pretend

This shit has gotten any easier

I said the right thing

To the wrong people

At the right time

Wait!

I said the wrong thing

To the right people

At the wrong time 

Wait!

I said the right thing 

To the right people

At the wrong time

Wait!

Dammit

I said the right thing

To the right people

At the right time

But they just didn't want to listen

So God said

Wait!

Ain't nobody got time

To wrestle with no Angel's today

We live in a generation

Of voicemail conversation

And text message penetration

And absolutely no regeneration

I said we live in a generation

Of voicemail conversations

Of text message penetration

And absolutely no regeneration

So where is the sensation?

For this video game nation?

This I got to have it now generation?

We waving goodbye 

To our future credetation

Are we listening in

To our television waves?

Do we believe our paper souls

By money will be saved?

What is the value 

Of our families love?

What is the reference

To this Heaven up above?

What if anything

Do we believe holds weight?

All this emptiness in our lives taking space

What kind of nutrition

Are we putting on our plates?

What kind of mirror

We wanna see on our face?

Do we believe we are valued

By the things that "they" say?

What kind of kicks of kicks we gonna rock today?

A wise man once told me 

Something profound

He said my poetry spits the same

In heels or slides

And since then I knew 

He was on my side

Funny thing is many people love to judge

Not by how hard your work

Or how good you love

By by how you look or 

What clothes you wear

How cute your face

Or perfect your hair

But if the eyes are truly the windows 

Of your soul

Shouldn't they be the judge 

Of what you know?

Redemption

 None can take my light

For I am goddess born

My people called me Rain 

Because I brought the Storm

Cast upon me hatred

And all of your scorn

There isn't any box 

Can cause me to conform

I weather all your anger

And precipitate love

And maybe you can't see me 

Because I fell from above

I flew from the nest

When a push became shove

I took all of your lies

And purged them from my blood

I'm walking straight backward like Benjamin Button

Coming for Redemption

That should tell you somethin'

This Queen became warrior

I am out here huntin'

If you didn't want the smoke

Your mouth shouldn't have been runnin'

Honesty that policy that's best obeyed

Yet so many good people 

Out here gettin' played

Doin' Devil's work

And still collectin' pay

Go to Church on Sunday

Tithes from dishonest wage

Rollin' back in time

And I start gettin' younger

People stare at me

Eyes amazed with wonder

They begin to ask

What kind of spell you under?

They don't understand 

So I forgive their blunder

Walkin' on flames

And my feet grow tired

But my soul is charged 

And my mind rewired

I look to the Divine 

And become inspired

Time to walk away

From this funeral pyre

Time to rise and shine

And reclaim my throne

Time to shake the dust 

From my tired bones

Time to remember 

I am never alone

Time to play my music

Get back in my zone

Proximal Development

Exponential Me

All my puzzle pieces

Leading up to free

Marching on this journey

See what can be seen

Letting go of anyone

Who'd rather be obscene

What's the answer here?

What does it imply?

You never chose to listen

To the tears in my eyes

My heart is on my shoulder, yes

I wear no disguise

And when the day of Glory comes

You know I will rise

Everything changes in the 

Blink of an eye

So you best remain focused on the sky

The sin stained heart can never be denied

The scales of Ma'at

And that feather will fly

Wise words spoken 

Never listened to

So many people scoff 

At those who speak the truth

The Divine is present in all of you

That still small voice

Who senses what to do

But that Devil on your shoulder

Is just as real

And you're never gonna make it

Lest you armor your shield

Remember this life

Is just a battlefield

And the victor is determined

By the type of sword we wield

So keep on marching

Till the battle is done

If you sleep on your Soul

You'll never see the Sun

You've got what it takes

To see the victory won

A race can't be finished

If you choose not to run

Time wasted

Can never

Be returned

2020

 I went down to hell for 3 long years

And not many of you cared about my tears

So don't stand there now like you been right here

2020 like the focus

It's a brand new year

Sad how a mask becomes comforting

Like the warmth of a struggle 

Or face sinking in

To the pillow case

Just before you sleep

Mask on my face

"I cannot breathe"

I can't breathe

Should have never been said

Never should have been 

Kneeling on George Floyd's neck

What does it take to earn respect

In a country so bold 

As to give neglect

In exchange of all 

The roads they paved

The blood, sweat and tears

And lives they gave

And still their souls sing sweet refrains

Oppression is not godly

Babylon shall pay

The trumpet is sounding

Walls falling down

Jericho is marching 

To Zion now

Watch the irony coming

It will be profound

Like a thief in the night

Listen for the sound

And all who stood silent

On knees shall fall

There is no salvation

If you ignore the call

Small moments remembered

They have felt them all

Forty acres is 

A long way to crawl

Forty times forty

Could never be enough

Systemic oppression

Life shouldn't be so rough

The one percent

Got all they need

This country system 

Based on greed

Distract us well

On power they feed

But when the bow breaks

Will we fall to our knees?


Centipede

 Angel wings

Strings to heaven

Tendrils of music like feathers

Called blessings

Mystery 

Comes in the confession

Attention to detail

Comes in the confession

We believe

In sacred geometry

Trees fall leaves

And souls pay attention

Profession

Is as much human

As is the obsession

Jacob's Ladder ascends

In infinite upward direction

Protection

Angels fell in

Insurrection

We offer alms

Turn up our palms

And keep marching

Up the ladder

Glass ceilings shatter

Ether rains

Souls in stars

We're made of cosmic matter


Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Major Moves

 Hey all,

Haven't blogged in a while. I intend to start up again really soon. Just checking in to see who is still out here, lol. Major moves coming soon. I'm happy to say I am back in the studio and I expect the 4th album to be HUGE! I have all kinds of new thoughts and I am discerning now where Cadence House will be birthed. I am also discerning the timing of the pursuit of my Doctoral Degree in Depth Psychology. So many good things on their way.

Stay Tuned,

RAin

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

B.L.A.C.K. (a voice in solidarity with Africans in America)

Building leadership
And community knowledge
Goes far beyond
What they teach you
In College
Let's talk about
Where Rosa Parks sat
And what would have 
Stayed the same
Had she stayed 
In the back
Let's remember Ma Tubman
And every mile
She risked her life
To carry her people
To the other side
Let's talk about 
The current state
Of systemic degradation
Keeping the oppressed
From being part of this nation
Let's talk about the fact
That America
Was build by Blacks
On the backs and graves 
Of slaves
The way for white America 
Was paved
And they still refuse to say
Black Lives Matter!
Say it with me
Black Lives Matter
We could say Dr. King
And Malcolm X
Howard Thurman
Marcus Garvey
All deserve our respect
People who committed 
To their very last breath
To set their people free 
Say it loud with me
Power to the people
It is time to erect
A brand new steeple
We built this country
Yet they keep running
Our bodies to the ground
Profound don't you think
As we are on the brink
Of amber waves of change
I think it's kind of strange
They even open their mouths
 To say
Liberty and justice for all
But the call for freedom
Fell on selfish ears
They called us three-fifths 
Of a person
To ease their fears
And we have taken it
For too many years
It is time 
For Babylon to pay
And Black people
Pave the way
We are proud to say
Black is beautiful
Black will be free
Black is the way to be
We build our community
Against all the odds
And keep singing our songs
And fighting for the cause
We have persevered
Through all these years
So many tears
Yet strong we still remain
There is power in our name
Building leadership
And community knowledge
Is something
Most Professors
Don't teach in college
That is why we constantly
Stay on our knowledge
And keep fighting to be free
Say it with me
Black Lives Matter!

Speak Easy (for Ron)

Speak-easy door is not open
Because it's broken
And this venous anomaly 
In my brain has me
Feelin the same
Three broken birds 
On the sidewalk
No police came 
To line them in chalk
But their death
 Seemed significant
Had me feelin maleficent
Old Black Man on the East Side
Different from the West 
Still he's not white
Police came to talk
With him tonight
Center for Youth not enough
Sure bet for the betterment
Standing on the street
Ain't a testament
Seventeen years and the letters rest
But the government said
They never passed the test
She got his phone restin 
In her pocket now
Alarm says get up 
But he don't know how
She loved him long
And he stood their proud
But he can't hear her now
No matter how loud she shout
Three baby birds on the sidewalk
Bullets fly and the dead talk
We got wings and they lined in chalk
Women cry and the men just scoff
Speak-easy door listen to everything
Toddlers screech and the angels sing
Americans think they need three of everything
Why don't we pay attention 
To the important things?
Speak-easy door never opened
Magic words were never even spoken
Hearts hurt can't be broken
That's why wise words say
Dance like no one is watching
Sing like no one is around
Love like your heart
Has never been broken
What was never lost
Does not need to be found
Three broken birds
On the sidewalk
Busy lives don't even see
But our world 
Is the same as their world
What you do affects him
Affects her 
Affects me
Speak easy door must be broken
'Cause nobody lined up to speak
Nobody feels any passion?
Nobody feels any heat?
Speak easy door
Must be glued shut
Because I can't even see a line
I guess the people 
Living in this country
Must feel America
Is doing just fine
Three broken birds on the sidewalk
Didn't even get to know the meaning
Of being alive before 
Falling to their death
Speak easy door sliding open
I guess someone
Remembered what to say
Sometimes it's only one world
That can save somebody's day

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Stolen


Stolen

Where is the answer in all of this?
White Amerikkka choking
On stolen bliss
Black America fighting
Just to be free
White Americans
Take time to refuse to see
Liberty and Justice
Never been for all
We were created equal
Then came the fall
Colonialism needed
Power to thrive
Stole the peace of living
From every Black life
Winding up for something
What will come next?
How many peaceful protests
Got no respect?
White man resting
On a Black Man’s neck
What type of values
Does this system protect?
Rising up the anger
Rising up the lies
White man’s knowledge
Has never been right
Sifting through the facts
Makes it hard to decide
What pathway to peace
Can we embark on tonight?
Strategic miseducation
Of an entire population
Distracting a nation
They got them chasin’ sensation
So, they miss all the truth
Right in front of their faces
Sit in their comfiest chairs
And yet they feelin’ complacent
They only see the anger
Not the lives that were taken
They witness the system
And would never trade places
Whispering hatred
Inside of their bones
They don’t know how to leave
Racism alone
They act like they’re better
Because they aren’t out in the streets
But they’re missin’ the point
Try escapin’ the heat
Judgment is coming
It cannot be escaped
Babylon is America
And the whore must pay
Playing with fire
And you’re bound to get burned
Read in between the pages
And you’re bound to learn
The victor tells the story
It rarely ever is fact
So, take American history
And rewind it back
Black history began
Long before the slaves
And Amerikkka should begin
With every unmarked grave
Every soul they took without permission
Every family torn apart
With no remission
Forty acres and a mule
Could never bring forgiveness
Let’s all begin
By supporting black-owned business
May every conscious soul
Stop feedin’ the system
May we all take time to truly stop and listen
To the anger, the pain
The injustice, the wisdom
May we fight the injustice
Release them from this prison
We are one human race
All deserve to be free
May the pathway to peace
Begin with me


Thursday, April 9, 2020

Hey folks, it's been a while. School and work and life and most importantly the birth of my first child have kept me from you. Corona came and we can't wait for it to go away. I hope this finds you all well. A fourth album is in progress however it may be a little longer than expected considering the current state of this global pandemic. Speaking of which, I really would like to share with you this recent piece I wrote... Hope you enjoy.

Corona Virus

Downcast
Faces down
Mask
Social distancing
Task
Keep everyone
Six feet away

"They" say
We're in this together
But the same "they"
Made the storms we weather
And they have never
Been with us before

So why would now
Be any different
Why would we now
Trust the government
Stores are closed
No money's being made
Best believe
Somebody's getting paid

What is this war they wage
On a people wearing masks?
Time to look up
With more than our eyes
Time to stay woke
Time to realize
The answer may fall
Like a bomb
From the skies
Using the phrases
As we "drop like flies"

Wise words spoken
Never listened to
As prophets lost placement
'Though they spoke the truth
"Conspiracy Theories"
Never spoke to you
Now sound like Revolution
What is this war They're waging?

People wearing masks
Six feet away and waiting
Got an entire globe
Not just one single nation
Restless for breath
We grow impatient
While we stay inside
Straight pacing

Time to face the hour at hand
A thief in the night
Babylon's command
WE married our time
To the money we made
One percent hold the interest
On this war we wage

Common sense
Tells our spirits to rise
But we remain still
Our bodies are tired
Wired to behave
Or they'll lock us in jail
A people fall silent
Six feet apart
Six feet deep
Babies fuss and
Mothers weep
What does this all entail?

Riots grow restless
But they need to creep
Because they've
Cleared us from the streets
Time to listen
Time to rise
Time to realize
Words from the prophets
Never sounded so wise
Hit our eardrums
Like those bombs from the skies

What is this war they wage?

Things shift and fall away
Must chaos come
Before our brand new day?
Revelation rises
Will our souls be saved?
Who will lead the way?

Peace be still
As the waters rise
As a restless people
Face demise
Words of the prophets 
Never sounded so wise
Now is the hour
Now is the time

To face this war they waged

STAY WOKE!


Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Momentum


           Many traditions have led us to the awareness that speaks these are indeed the times of Armageddon. The word Armageddon is only mentioned once in the Greek New Testament and yet it carries a very heavy weight. The words Armageddon and Apocalypse are often interchanged. While they do share an overlapping space, they are not the same word. Armageddon is mentioned once in Revelation 16:16 and is the Hebrew word for where the last battle between good and evil will be fought. Christ says he will come as a thief in the night and tells us that those who watch for his return shall be blessed (Revelation 16:15).
            When looking up the meaning of Apocalypse many definitions show up ranging from insight, hallucinations, cataclysmic event, doom of mankind, complete and final destruction of the world, and an event involving destruction or damage on an awesome or catastrophic scale. However when looking deeper into the etymology of the word, the Greek root literally means “an uncovering”. It is a disclosure of knowledge and yes, revelation! All around us we see the signs of the times, and yes, it is easy to believe that a catastrophic event or a cataclysmic change is just over the horizon.
            Rolling Stone put out an article on Global Warming making it very clear who the real enemy is. Bill McKibben talks about the damage that the 0.8 degrees Celsius that our Earth’s temperature has already been raised has done. The Copenhagen Accord met and one hundred sixty-seven countries signed as being on board with the two degree goal! Two degrees is the most we are allowed to raise our temperature. Wait! If 0.8 degrees Celsius has already caused one-third of the Arctic’s summer sea ice to melt and has also caused the oceans to become thirty percent more acidic, how much damage will 2 degrees do exactly? (https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-news/global-warmings-terrifying-new-math-188550/?print=true)
            Most of the world is waking up to the fact that we need to wake up. Now what? How must our global communities respond? Howard Thurman speaks of our need to find our common ground. I would love to believe that we will find it before the cataclysmic event arrives. It is more likely unfortunately that the cataclysmic event is what will bring us together. So how do we prepare? What are some ways that this might be done? First, we must prepare to the best of our ability for the most likely gamut of possible cataclysmic events. We as leaders must teach our communities how to survive “off the grid”. We must teach one another how to defend ourselves in case of the advent of a military state police take-over. We must store foods and water, and learn how to plant and grow and cultivate and prepare our own foods. We must stay abreast of current knowledge and remain connected not only to our own city or town community but also our global community.
            Chronos has us so busy chasing our tails. We as the American culture are racing around toward our next destination, stopping to stare at the next digitized screen. What does it all mean? What are we purposefully being distracted from? What cataclysmic event awaits our dissociated race? Why does the pace continue to become faster and faster. Where is acceleration leading us? Now, stop. Breathe! Reflect. Apocalypse means revelation. Apocalypse means an unveiling. Is Apocalypse then the bridge that leads us to Heaven on Earth? The world was born in the timing of the Divine. We breathed life in the perfect moment. Kairos.
            Kairos is the perfect moment waiting in the darkness for the world to be formed. Kairos is the OM that became the first sound. Kairos is Jesus appearing to his disciples after being raised from the dead. Kairos is Peter realizing he didn’t have to drown. Kairos is arriving in the right place at the right time. Kairos is meditating so we can breathe deep and hear the whispers of our mind. Kairos is all that shows us the way to the Divine. Kairos. Kairos. Kairos. What if we had the power to walk from one Kairos moment to the next like stepping stones in a sacred garden filled with life and poetry? What if we had the power to call Kairos to us in the moment of our greatest need? What if Kairos is silently waiting for us all to be free? Kairos. Kairos. Kairos.
            Women like Angela Davis have learned to pay due respect to Kairos. She followed her spirit through the dark and stormy waters of being a black, female activist in a time when nothing she was had ever been popular. She has the courage to write books, travel the world with her wise words and spare nothing for the justice she so firmly believes in. Kairos. Is there not a little Angela Davis in us all? Doesn’t every creation story have a Fall? Does it not take almost drowning to realize we never had to at all? Should we then be afraid for Armageddon to call? Kairos.
            John Pavlovitz said it so perfectly when he stated, “I’m so tired of Christian prayers. I imagine God is too. I’m quite certain the people we so readily say that we’re praying for are tired of them…Stop praying already Christian. Stop tossing off hollow words to the ether when you’re standing on the bloody ground of a hurting world…This is not about passing the buck to God. This is about incarnating the love of God…Pray less. Move more.” We have the power to be the change we seek in the world (Gandhi). Prayer is beautiful if it is the mantra by which we articulate our plan of action. Prayer is not beautiful if we do nothing but sit and expect God to save us all.
            So here we are, in the last hour. The clock is ticking faster and faster and Chronos has us dancing like marionettes on strings we don’t even believe in. The wind-up toy this society has become is racing faster and faster instead of slower and slower but burn-out is the only outcome of this current arrangement. Bill McKibben made it abundantly clear that we are the monsters responsible for current ecological situation and even if we stopped carbon emissions right now, it is already too late. Our “environmental efforts to tackle global warming have failed (p. 5)”. So should we as humanity just assume the definition for Apocalypse that stands for our final doom? What is left to do?
            I stated earlier that we must be as prepared as we possibly can for cataclysmic catastrophes. I believe that the second phase to becoming prepared should be our global connection with the rest of humanity. Should something of an apocalyptic, seismic, catastrophic nature occur we will definitely do better to stand together. Furthermore, is it not about time to put down our differences and find that common ground of which Howard Thurman so passionately spoke? We have all these digital methods of social interfacing now available and society has become more segregated and more dissociative than ever. It is time we come together! The time is fulfilled. The Kingdom of the Divine will arrive in the nick of time. Mark 1:15 reminds us to be ready. It reminds us to repent. Kairos. Kairos. Kairos.
            For every soul that sees. For every heart that knows the battle cry. For every leader that knows part of their calling is to lead the people to the Promised Land, we must surely act now. We must use the social medias as our sacred tools. We must gather those that hear together. We must speak from the mountain tops the poetry that knows no age, no language, no gender. We must play the sacred harp that calls all cultures, all religions, all people to come nigh. We must act as if the lives of all the world depend on it. We must have faith that all we do is not in vain. We must have faith that our suffering is almost over. We must have courage to keep marching until Zion is no longer a mythical land in the distance. We must lead the people home.
            Every soul who knows the way must take their level of responsibility, their level of duty, their level of action to the next height. We all get caught up in habits and rhythms that we know are incorrect. We must be true to our own soul and we must emanate a light for the world to see. We must show the world in what we must believe. We must show the world how we can be free. Freedom comes to the soul that harbors no weight of guilt. This does not ask of us to be perfect. What spiritual freedom requires is the honesty to own up to our wrongdoings and to constantly work at becoming better versions of ourselves. We have all that it will take to set the human race free.
            For every injustice we must rise. For every act of oppression we must cry out. For every lie told we must shed light on truth beyond a shadow of doubt. It is our duty to level the playing fields and to stand for the unification of the human race. Power and greed have so many weeping on their knees. Yet it rains on the righteous and the unrighteous alike. We are our own worst enemies. We all have a deep darkness within us. The most powerful move one soul could make, would be to honor their soul and to evolve daily. Should we all follow this model of human living, the population would ascend to a higher vibration which would raise also the vibration of this planet. Life will surely breathe on. May we become like Peter and rise from the waters of our self-doubt. May we rise like the Phoenix from the ash and know that we are all a part of the living solution.
I perpetuate forward motion
Propagate revolution
Healing contusions to my mental
Elemental to my peace
I release this beast from within me
I am the moon in all her fullness
Reciprocity by definition
I have this confession
It is our time to rise!

Friday, November 9, 2018

Urgency


            The signs of the times surround us and beg of us to be urgent. America has fallen to the ways of cultural hedonism; we must have everything, all the time. By all descriptions, the late “great” hegemon has transformed into Babylon. Mark 1:15 tells us that the time is right now, the Kingdom of God is at hand. The Mayans, the Egyptians, Nostradamus and many more have all made predictions for this very hour in Chronos time. Acceleration leads us to moving faster and faster until the wind-up doll we have become is ready to explode.
            Dromo-Colonization has everyone chasing the next flashy screen: cell phones, flat screens, tablets, and now you can even check Facebook from your watch! The worst part of it all is it is merely a smoke screen keeping the general population distracted while the globe becomes militarized, while wars continue to be waged for only monetary gain regardless of the lives they claim. The question is born: what do those of us who see do about it? So many of us feel helpless as we remain vexed daily about the global state of this perpetual cycle of war and militarization. The truth is almost impossible to find and many of us feel as if we are losing our minds. Where do we go from here?
            In Global Palestine, we saw the need to wake up and pay attention to the daily lives of the Palestinians. The logic of denial has many chasing their tails. Apocalypse sheds light on the unknown. It reveals that which has remained unseen. The mask falls and shadows cast are lifted revealing the bright light within us all that will never cease to shine. Movie after movie imagines what the end of the world will be like. We have seen visions of asteroids, aliens, tidal waves, earthquakes, and even humanity turning on itself as in the Hunger Games. Is Apocalypse what it is going to take to set us free?
            Spinoza (Global Palestine, p. 234) states “every man’s understanding is his own, and brains are as diverse as palates”. There are so many prophets, preachers, conscious leaders, conspiracy theorists who all have a different answer to the algorithm at hand. While everyone is trying to decide what must be done, more and more of the lower classes are being de-humanized, losing their agency and being forced into intentional poverty. Hannah Arendt speaks of natality, a concept she gleaned from Augustine. “Unto us a child will be born” and we might be inspired as they to believe in the human capacity to begin again. With a system so corrupt, so militarized, so set up to keep the rich well-fed and the poor still struggling, how do the conscious rise to this occasion?
            Capitalism is death to freedom. The rich keep gleaning from the wages of the laborer. The privatization of prisons has led to more and more of our men and women, especially those considered to be “minority”, being removed from our city streets. Meanwhile, mainstream media has most people distracted in the stratified diversion of keeping us separated. Christian versus Muslim, Black versus White, Rich versus Poor, Educated versus Uneducated, and so on. James Baldwin qualified that whiteness is not about race or even color but about a mindset. The refusal to speak against the lie has formed and kept in stasis a fantasy world. The continuance within this fantasy world has arrived at a collective psychosis. What we need is cataclysmic transformation.
            We cannot rise to the occasion of our light without first facing our darkness. This is what I propose. First, all conscious people must unite! We must have a unified goal. We must dispel the ignorance and retell the narrative without the victor always being in control of the storyline. We must use art, poetry, music, and digital media to spread the truth. In a world where two-thirds of terrorism is committed by white men, how are the prisons filled with mostly African American men? Why do so many Caucasians make comments still like, “Why are Black people still mad? Slavery ended a long time ago”. How do we ignore the disparity between the funding and education at suburban schools and the funding and education in the city schools? How do slumlords still have the right to have tenants? What is it going to take for us to do what is necessary?
            Amitav Ghosh refers to it as the Great Derangement. He speaks of climate change and says that nature to most has become an inconvenience, nothing more than a backdrop. How do so many not believe in global warming when the polar ice caps are melting and the weather is warm enough to now support life that was not native to its region? There are ancient viruses being released! We have snakes growing to mammoth sizes due to the climate change in the areas where they live. Areas that never flooded are now flooding. There are so many weather patterns that have changed. How do we prepare if we are not sure what exactly is on its way?
            “Only poets, since they must excavate and recreate history, have ever learned anything from it (James Baldwin, 1972).” Again, I believe all prophets, poets, preachers and creators need to come together with every conscious being and help one another become prepared. Not knowing what is to come is perhaps the most threatening part. Ghosh asks what it means to be human. Most live as though they are superhuman with no limitations. Humans have become geological agents. We have transformed about half of the surface of the Earth. We have altered the composition of the atmosphere mostly because of fossil fuels depletion and deforestation. Anthropocene is a real issue and not one that most believe can be forgiven. The damage cannot be undone.
            At this point, we will also need the counsel of a group of Earth Scientists. We need to see what our best course of action would be at this precarious hour. It would be amazing if the global governments would reprioritize their spending and began installing solar panels and wind turbines, using all the money from constant wars and militarization for things that would steer us in a better ecological direction. However, since some of our largest global governments, like the United States, are not interested in saving the planet, what are we to do?
            Due to the constant waging of wars, the constant militarization, and the strange conspiracy theory style reports of FEMA camps and black boxes for mass burial, I think it imperative that we all become armed. We must know how to fight, how to defend ourselves and how to survive on very little for a very long time. We do not know what shape this cataclysmic event is to take. We should have food and water stored in the best location we can think for multiple types of natural disaster.
            Howard Thurman in The Search for Common Ground speaks about the potential of every human being. We need to drop our pride, stop judging one another and find our common ground. Every human being needs water. Every human being needs food. Every human being needs air to breathe. We all bleed red. We all hurt. We all find joy. Remaining segregated is destroying our chances of survival. Hall (p. 153) says a vision of a different way “has to be made, constructed and struggled over”. Whatever plan we all come up with is not going to be an easy process, in the formation or execution of it. We must begin now! Time is running out.
            What does it mean to be human? Is power/greed the original sin? We have the paradox of the price. There is little personal abstinence can do to save the climate now. What we surmise must be profound. Global Palestine discusses redistribution of wealth on page 142. Organizations such as Uhuru believe this is surely the answer. The playing fields certainly do need to be leveled. All people should have the same access to resources, to education, to medical care. We should all have the same potential due to our natural surroundings providing all of our basis needs. Most people don’t know how to be poor. Most people would not know how to survive the way the oppressed are forced to live each and every day.
            Five-hundred fifty thousand Israeli settlers in the West Bank and East Jerusalem consume six times as much water as the two-million, six-hundred thousand Palestinians. Israel’s control of the Palestinian water supply is both unjust and illegal. The UN reports that approximately 1.4 million Palestinian people live in refugee camps. Their right to return has been systematically denied since 1948. We must do more! People like Micah White sure try but even he will tell you that the Occupy Movement was a failure we must learn from. Dr. King marched for liberation and freedom. In 2018, we find ourselves still lacking “liberty and justice for all”.
            It is easy to get discouraged. Even if all the conscious minds, focused on liberation and equality, justice and freedom were to come together today, what exactly would we do? We do not have the firepower to overthrow even the United States government alone. We do not have the capital it would take to begin a movement so big the whole planet would quake at the mention of its name. Or do we?
            We must recognize that our search for a new creation is also an acceptance of the destruction that comes hand in hand with new life. We must accept that all the signs point to a cataclysmic event that must come and come it will. We must accept that the only answer is for capitalism to fail, for certain governments to be overthrown or crumble, and for all people to return to a respect for nature. We must face our differences, and we must set them down. They were never as relevant as we made them and if we keep clinging to them, they can do nothing for us but serve to destroy us.
            We must become like children, rich in imagination. We must feel the words of Howard Thurman and believe in harmony and potential. We must know, like Hannah Arendt, like Augustine, beyond a shadow of a doubt that starting something new is not only possible, it is necessary. We must honor the common dystopic thread of current movies and we must work together to build a Utopic view that stands on its own and can carry us home. We must believe that the waters can part. We must believe that the Promised Land is real. We must know that our time in the desert is almost over. We must put down our differences and take one another by the hand. We must form a council that represents humanity at large. We must be as prepared as we are able for the “shit to hit the fan”. We must stand against injustice. We must speak against oppression. We must fight against violence with all we are, with all we are yet to become. It is our time to rise.
Beyond Sight
I once saw the Christ in Lucifer’s eyes
I once heard the truth in the devil’s lies
I once felt the anguish in an angel’s sigh
But here we are asking God why
My why is not a fist at the sky
My why is not a wail or a cry
My why is a plea down on bended knee
Begging the Universe to guide me please


It is our time to rise
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Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Discerning the Signs of the Times (my latest paper for my Kairos class)


As I heal, may I be a source of healing for others.”
My Pocket Mantras by Tanaaz Chubb
            Since the dawn of man, there have been countless times when man believed firmly that he was living in the last days. Today, we are surrounded by unnecessary war in a drama-ridden Western society that seems to live only for shock value. We are surrounded by money hungry ways that have shaped a culture to become greedy and never truly happy, always searching for the next amazing technology to come our way. Big Pharma makes money off proscribing pills that patients neither need nor benefit from. Global wars are waged for the money they make and sex has been devalued and turned into something that has no real worth save an orgasm or two.
            Global warming is swept underneath the rug and we run on little sleep for days on end chasing “the American Dream”. Humanity is segregated in endless categories, Christian versus Muslim, Gay versus Straight, Rich versus Poor, Educated versus Uneducated, Black versus White and the list goes on. The Bible says that angels walk among us. We are blessed with prophets and prophetesses, poets and teachers, healers and social workers, ministers and Good Samaritans committed to shining light and leading the way.
            The big question remains: are these the last times that Christians, Egyptians, Mayans, and many other cultures have predicted? How do we discern the signs of the times? For many Christians, the book of Revelation is a major go-to for Armageddon-related predictions. Revelation 1:3 states, “Blessed is the one who reads aloud the words of the prophecy, and blessed are those who hear and who keep what is written in it; for the time is near (NRSV)”. These words however were written thousands of years ago. How near is the time now? The Bibles says that we should “…be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day (KJV, 2 Peter 3:8)”. How then shall we know the day or the hour? I Thessalonians 5:2 says “For you yourselves are fully aware that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night (ESV)”.
            “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great! She has made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication (Revelations 14:8, NRSV).” How many times has America been likened to Babylon? What nation better portrays the whore of Babylon than the flailing hegemon of yesteryear? What merciless violence has she swept like a black plague over the globe? What lasciviousness has she made commonplace to the general population of Western thought? How great is her sin? Where is her repentance? The time must be nigh for America has no more space to take against the eye of the Divine.
            It was rumored the Mayans predicted the end of mankind in 2012. However the Mayan calendar was misinterpreted. Archaeologists have discovered predictions Mayans made far into the future of now. The Mayans had many calendars and calculated many of their predictions via the Long Count. The Long Count were cycles that lasted 5,000 years. What the Mayans did predict for years surrounding 2012 was a rebirth. They predicted the beginning of a new cycle. The human imagination is vivid and wild and many seem to always be looking for doomsday endings (National Geographic, December 14th, 2012).
            The human mind certainly is entertaining the end of time on a constant basis. Societal thought is reflected in our movies. We have seen many movies about asteroids hitting Earth, aliens invading Earth, natural disasters such as tsunamis and earthquakes destroying Earth. We talk about magnetic polar shifts on our planet, the possibility of the tectonic plates shifting again, global warming, and even the reversal of the North and South pole. The polar ice caps are melting and global warming is real. So again, the question arises, how do we discern the signs of the times?
            Perhaps, the human heart is heavy with guilt. Perhaps, humankind knows the sins they have committed against the Earth will have to be faced with retribution. Perhaps, as Chronos ticks faster and Kairos beats against the human heart like Edgar Allen Poe, we just know time is almost up! Mark 1:15 states, “the time is fulfilled; the kingdom of God is at hand (NRSV)”. In the Western world one must seek everything all the time. There is never fulfillment. The “American Dream” is a rat race that will never be satisfied with cheese at the completion of the maze.
            Pamela stated it oh so well in class, “One can become paralyzed by the nagging question and instead of living in the moment, allowing the revelation of Kairos to lead you, one can instead sit as though paralyzed by fear”. Palestine suffers every day the wrath of a conflict thousands of years ongoing and we the people sit and do next to nothing. We have become paralyzed by time, paralyzed by money, paralyzed by a system we disapprove of whole-heartedly but have no earthly idea how to repair.
            Exo-colonization has its target locked and its weapon loaded ready to rape and ruin any people in its way to claiming natural resources that it has no natural right to. The Witch Craze had the need to make sure populations were controlled and domesticated at the Dawn of Imperialization. The Militarization of this Capitalism driven system has cried “War On!” for far too long. Speed and power have come together as Dromo-Colonization has taken control of a people too mesmerized by the latest digital craze to realize they are being distracted from some very serious matters.
            John Collins, in Global Palestine, speaks against the presumed narrative of progress. The Western world has this all too obvious dichotomous worldview. Unfortunately, most people are too busy staring at tiny digital screens walking around these city streets oblivious to what is actually taking place. Securitization sees the strategic oppression using social systems and militarization to secure the domestic colony (endo-colonization). We are caught in multiple perpetual cycles. We work to spend our entire paychecks on so many things we don’t even need, as well as state mandated services and expenses that keep us working day in and day out. We are caught in a perpetual cycle of wars and further militarization.
            The perpetual acceleration for technological advancement is used as yet another form of societal control. Global Palestine (p. 85) speaks on the psychological disorientation and the hyper-accelerated violence that the drone of technology chasing can bring. The middle class has all but ceased to exist. More and more of the working class is suffering the removal of their agency. More and more the working class and the truly poor are becoming closer to one another in income and exposure to benefits that all human beings should know. The removal of agency is both dehumanizing and intentional.
            In the 1960’s, Hannah Arendt wrote about the confliction between truth and politics. Politicians and lying have always seemed to be synonymous. The most dangerous part of this is that politicians are supposed to be our leaders. Who do the people trust if they cannot trust those in charge of governing their daily existence? Organized lying has been the rewriting of the tale that became “history”. The victor gets to tell the story. What then in this world is truth? However, most people are aware that they are being lied to. Unfortunately, the fabricated lie created on the whim of power if often more attractive than the actual truth.
            In Greek mythology, Thanatos was death personified. Thanatos is our death instinct. Hannah Arendt focused intensively on the dispossession of the stateless. More and more refugees wander without state due to climate change. The deeper we dig into the devastation in this world, the harder it is to believe that Armageddon is not completely inevitable. The more we are faced with end of time scenarios that put all we have allowed to take place on this Earth into perspective.
            Chris Hedges writes in The Coming Collapse, : “It is impossible for any doomed population to grasp how fragile the decayed financial, social and political system is on the eve of implosion”. Without corporate money, the power elite would no longer hold political power. “They would rather implode the entire system than give up their positions of privilege (Chris Hedges, The Coming Collapse)”. Our system is swiftly disintegrating and Chris Hedges is in no way the only one who sees this coming.
            James Baldwin clearly stated his belief that whiteness is not about color but about mindset. White is the way that led us to corporate America. White is the system of oppression that led to the one percent. White is the way that led to the rise of the carceral state, to the New Jim Crow and to privatized prisons. More and more good men and women keep disappearing off the city streets. Darkness has all but consumed us. We are swimming through seas of lies and oppression, lust and legions of demons that call themselves the leaders of the New World Order.
What if this darkness we faced was necessary before we could collectively rise to the occasion of the light? What if what we are racing toward is cataclysmic change?
            Hannah Arendt believed in Natality or the chance to be the spark that begins something new. She believed we as human beings have the ability to begin again. Tracy Chapman sings that Heaven is here on Earth. The Bible speaks of the new Heaven and Earth. Anthony Marx in Faith in Nation closes his brilliant work saying that he believed we must learn from our scars and work hard in order to repair the damages done. We look around at all the wars we wage, the oppression we live with every day, the imbalance of a system that was created to enslave and we again ask the question: how does one discern the signs of the times?
            We are standing on the precipice of a catalyst. The system capitalism has driven for centuries to force oppression and subjugation is about to collapse. We time lapse as we sit still at stoplights waiting for the light to change green. Big Pharma is taking over making people more sick with more symptoms than ever before. Text conversations and staring at flashing digital screens has spring-loaded the dumbing down of a nation, the dumbing down of a globe. We wove our terrible tale and the end is drawing quickly near.
            We are living in a dark precarious moment. Will we honor Chronos or Kairos? Will we stand or will we fall? It will take the unification of us all to rise above the darker elements that have almost completely engulfed most human hearts. We start but will we finish? Will we be able to diminuendo down the sound of our own drowning laughter? This is the disaster every prophet, every religion, every end of times movie has predicted. This is our decision to make. I stand with Anthony Marx and Hannah Arendt and every other forward thinking soul. We have the power, we have the ability, we have the creative strength to heal our scars and create for us all a better tomorrow. May the Mayans be right. May this be our new beginning.