ORI
AN EPIC POEM
(Part 2)
Shifting shadows of mind-altering colors, that can only be seen in the in-between… The state of being fully awake. Pigments so high vibing in and of themselves, that they enslumber and quiet the mortal nature, to the immortal realities steady; simultaneously rousing the innate Divine within. Our shero Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress is being illuminated in the midst of this delicate tango, and her eyes, both natural and all seeing; open and she conceptualizes, that she has never had vision as true; before this very moment.
Marveling at the change in the air she inhales, there is no pain, there is no fear; Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress feels no sadness, she feels nothing but she remembers… She remembers all of what she was just moments ago, when time could still be measured, yet she doesn’t feel anything tying her to its painful clutch—She realizes that she is experiencing all encompassing freedom for the very first time; memories of perpetuity, of “the previous” were being updated and restored back into their rightful place in her soul… All of this done in a twinkling of an eye… Time real, no longer an illusion… Such a powerful and transforming energy force; no need resides within to try to mark its course… All things circular.
Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress remembered the male member of the Caucasus People of Dangerously Low Frequency, and what he had just done to her. Our shero felt extremely odd reaching for her anger, which was floating around her like a gelatinous bubble. Every sweeping hand motion she made to grasp it, whilst still lying on her side, DNA oozing from her head… She kept trying to grab it and other emotions floating about her, but they kept slipping out of her hands… Each and every one that served her lower nature were inaccessible—The illumination now around her prevented their convergence.
Each and every emotion and feeling that would produce fruit that multiply; they were still one with her… She still had anger, but the unhelpful spectrum of it was gone. She still possessed sadness, but the destructive end of it was separated from her… She didn’t realize it at that moment, but she was sensing a high vibing frequency that she had never before experienced…. All things were new.
Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress began to sit up; getting up off of her left side… The side on which she fell, when she was assaulted in the head with that baseball size rock. As she came to her feet, the blood that oozed from her noble brow evaporated, and again, she felt no pain. Before being able to find stability in coming unto herself, or even having time to question all that was transpiring about her… Our shero felt a tap on her right shoulder.
This impassioned syncopated touch, in slow and steady succession sent an electromagnetic wave throughout her form… Her vision cleared and sharpened all the more. Right away, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress realized she was in an otherworldly in-between state…She had not left her form, yet her form… Her shell… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress soul was still in covenant with those parts of Poisoned Mother, that she herself embodied. Our shero was now experiencing Poisoned Mother in the perfected state that she once was in, before the alliance of tyranny and the contemptuous and putridly rancid aroma of hatred and greed, began to defile and deform her ethereal allure.
Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress had not yet turned around or acknowledged who or what was tapping in impassioned syncopated touch, slow and steady succession, on the staunch bridge of her right shoulder. She felt fear of the higher nature kind: reverence… It began to consume her to humility. The presence of THE ALL THAT IS was radiating throughout her body… She just had this understanding organically, alerting her that whoever was behind her; they were panoptic and whole. Our shero saw the gelatinous bubbles of unbalanced fear floating about her, and she tried, to no avail, to grab at them because they were familiar to her— She did not know how to respond to these heightened events. If our shero turned around, would THE ALL THAT IS be who she would see? As all of these thoughts began to consume Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, the Valiant Keeper turned her around to him and embraced our shero tightly and lovingly:
Valiant Keeper:
Oh, not quite what you think… Not yet. It’s ok, dear, brave, and beloved one… No need to reach for unbalanced fear that is no longer one with you, embrace the reverential fear inside, and give honor as you remain humble…You have been heard, and you must come with me… I will take good, good care of you… You have been summoned.
Warm tears of cleansing, relief, and soul hydration began to ferociously fall down the face of our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress. She wasn’t sad, angry, or anything like that… She had never felt so much love in an embrace, so much comfort in such simple words.
This Valiant Keeper dressed eloquently in a white so vibrant that it would surely stop the human heart… Gold & virescent accents so pure, they would surely blind the eyes of those not prepared for sight. His skin beautifully alluring in Blackness like the Direct Reflections of the CREATOR, being oppressed on Poisoned Mother… The Valiant Keeper’s face appeared very masculine, but somehow it translated identical to our shero, who possesses very soft and feminine features. Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress marveled at how she could see her face in The Valiant Keeper, and how he could see his face in hers.
Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress’ tears of cleansing were not just for her, but for all of her people; the Direct Reflections of the CREATOR. Because of this, these tears were accumulating fast and vigorous, slow and concentrated… She tried to stop the weeping, but it was impossible—Her hearts flood gates had been opened wide and were unhindered.
The Valiant Keeper encouraged our shero to continue to let it all flow, as he held her tight and smiled with a clandestine knowing. All of the waters became higher and higher until Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress and the Valiant Keeper, were totally surrounded from top to bottom; they were not covered or wetted by these waters. The expanse even began to fill, transforming Poisoned Mother to her most ancient form… It was beautiful and awe inspiring. Creatures of the great deep were all about them, and as each one passed our shero and the Valiant Keeper, they bowed and saluted before them. Our shero was intrigued about how they all seemed so familiar with the Valiant Keeper, and how they seemed to even respect her… So many beautiful creations of THE ALL THAT IS, some our shero never knew existed; they continued to travel by in a wheel within a wheel type cyclone. One wheel seemed to be going the speed of light, and the other wheel seemed to be going slow enough for each creature of the deep to pay their respects properly.
The Valiant Keeper kept looking down at Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress as he was holding her close to him, in a loving and safe parental-like embrace… Enjoying the euphoria that he saw in her irradiated countenance; elated he could witness her carefree in this moment, since he knew how hard life on Poisoned Mother had always been for her—In this train of thought, he struggled to not weep for our shero… The waters would have been too much for even the restored and most ancient form of Poisoned Mother to contain.
As they continued to stand in the midst of this grand spectacle, the last of the creatures funneled past them, and then the waters began to part in their midst immediately. These waters of Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress’ tears now a great sea from top to bottom, with seemingly no beginning or ending.
From a far off, someone was making their way, on foot, toward Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress and the Valiant Keeper. The Valiant Keeper knew who it was, of course, and his smile morphed into a full waxing crescent moon. Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress asked over and over in a child-like manner, who this being was who was approaching them in such grace and authority… So much so, even the waters parted to make her paths plain. As this one became closer to where they were being suspended in the midst of all the waters, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress could see the irresistibly enchanting Illustrious Nurturer. Our shero was speechless at this magnitude of magnificence coming closer and closer, so she hid her face in the Valiant Keepers chest.
Both the Illustrious Nurturer and Valiant keeper were ever so warmed to such a deep place within themselves, at the kind and loving incense that wafted off Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress…A lightly smoldering offering they found acceptable and pleasing, touching and inspiring. The Illustrious Nurturer lovingly beckoned, with her hand gesture, for our shero to come to her where she stood a little ways off. Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress head was still turned into the chest of the Valiant Keeper, and so she missed her cue. He had to physically turn our shero around so that she could see the Illustrious Nurturer standing in all her glory. As soon as Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress looked into the eyes of the Illustrious Nurturer, she saw her own almond shape eyes… She again saw her face was translating identical in a perplexing parallel. Our shero felt uninhibited and remarkably comfortable at this sight, and ran out to meet the Illustrious Nurturer were she gallantly stood strong; embracing knowingly they did.
Upon reaching the embrace of the Illustrious Nurturer, this radiant one remarked and scolded the Valiant Keeper for not fixing our shero’s head. Though the blood had stopped flowing the moment she got up from the ground, the gash was still very visible from being hit in the head with a rock, from a male member of the Caucasus People of Dangerously Low Frequency; she couldn’t feel the pain of it. The Illustrious Nurturer placed her hand on this wound caused by the member of the Caucasus People of Dangerously Low Frequency, and immediately it was made whole. Our shero felt a remarkable amount of clarity in this healing that she didn’t realize she needed…Things were even more clear for her; understanding and knowledge more available.
The Illustrious Nurturer clothed in the most elaborately gorgeous gown, made fresh for her from the tears of Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, right before the Illustrious Nurturer’s grand entrance… Never before had our shero seen something like tears be transformed into such beauty, such splendor… She wondered how she could have something so magnificent inside of her. Our shero’s thoughts moving in a new ways now… Somehow questions and answers dwelling in the same whispers… The whispers, now turning full voice, into beautiful harmonies and melodies in a unison Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress had never encountered before. The Ever Evolving Ancestors… Were they near? Understanding and being aware of everything going through our shero’s mind, the Illustrious Nurturer begin to speak in waves and tides, full of love and intricate care…
Illustrious Nurturer:
How blessed and favored you are… How loved and adored you will always be… How selfless and enduring you have been. It isn’t very often that those upon Poisoned Mother get such a summons… So many inquire, and whispers are sent, but for you… For you, they want to see you before them, the Ever Evolving Ancestors— But understand, it is not yet your time to join them… No matter what, do not get sidetracked, and try to stay longer than you should; remember this warning… It is not yet your time! This is why the Valiant Keeper and I, he’s my husband you know, he and I will give you our vessel so that you can safely make this voyage, and be safely brought back to us. There are forces that do not want to see you get this opportunity… The Nefarious Thrones are livid, and that is why we are interceding to make sure you don’t have any trouble during this voyage.
It’s very tricky when someone is not disconnected from their flesh form, so we must take precautions. Three things you must remember, for we cannot go with you. First thing you must remember and enact: Do not speak to any creatures except the gatekeepers, and to them only say: “round trip admission” and hand them a gold coin, which I will provide for you. Do not by any means, look at them in the eye or any other creature as you travel. Do not make conversation with anyone, no matter how enchanting they seem. The second thing you must remember and enact: Do not allow the time keeper try to reschedule your appointment… Do not let him trick your or get you to trade with someone else. It is very important, since you are still attached to your flesh, that you be swift. Once you are in the presence of the Ever Evolving Ancestors, you will be safe from these precautions.
The last thing you must remember and enact: Speak honestly and listen to any and all instructions the Ever Evolving Ancestors give you. Do not deviate from their words, and don’t be too timid to reason with them either, they know you and expect you to be how they have trained you to be: Inquisitive, staunch, and not afraid to speak the truth—They heard you, you know… You wanted to know what was missing, preventing the Direct Reflections of the CREATOR, your people, from free themselves from the oppression of the Caucasus People of Dangerously Low Frequency… Well, you will soon know cherished and beloved one, and I suspect that you, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, you will have a great role to play in whatever must be done to find this missing piece… So prepare your heart during your journey. If things get too tough at any time, remember that we will do what we can, within the will of the ALL THAT IS to assist you whenever possible… Just call out to us.
After these wise words from the Illustrious Nurturer, the Valiant Keeper came to join them where they stood. They produced and pronounced a powerful blessing of protection around our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress. They put all of their might into it, as they were particularly fond of our shero, and wanted her to have as much extra love as they could conjure. As the blessings were being evoked, a papyrus vessel of pure gold came up behind Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, and the Valiant Keeper picked her up and placed her in securely. The Illustrious Nurturer kissed her on the forehead once she was safely situated, and an energy beam from the heavens began to move the vessel forward.
Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress felt so loved, she really didn’t want to leave the Valiant Keeper and Illustrious Nurturer… But she was also beaming and overjoyed that the Ever Evolving Ancestors had heard her, and wanted to talk to her face to face; soul to soul. For the first time in such a longtime, a genuine grin planted itself firmly on her delicate face, and she bowed in obeisance to its presence.
Ever since Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress had opened all of her eyes in concert with the vibrant pigments that flashed upon her when first coming to, she was finding that her humility and desire to show reverence to everything and everyone worthy was becoming increasingly important to her. As our shero began to travel on the waters that she made from her warm tears of cleansing, relief, and soul hydration; she kept looking back to this great love she was leaving behind, but that she knew would stay with her somehow… Somehow.
The distance our shero was making on this vessel, eventually separated her from the sight of where the Valiant Keeper and Illustrious Nurturer stood. For a brief moment, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress felt a bit depleted in that separation, her head lowering… But then, our shero grabbed the strength inside of her she had grabbed so many times in life, and held her head high—Again beginning to smile as she recalled all the beautiful things said about her, and remembering what the Illustrious Nurturer had just told her… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, began to prepare her heart.
To be continued…
In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,
ORIT
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