~When Energy Discernment RawDogs Accidental Celibacy~

ORIT

I’m sitting here sipping coffee strong enough to salute my Ethiopian Heritage, whilst signaling the invigorating bluish-green jazz notes of my African living in Amerikkka(African-American) tradition; they unapologetically fuse into my current reality on this side of life. I am uber chill right now, relaxed… Listening to Les Nubians, Indie Arie, Floetry, Dwele and other like-vibe gods and goddesses in Neosoul & R&B frequency; adjusting the volume ever so slightly, so that I can listen to my thoughts as they hit the laptop screen. I must admit, smooth jams like these have me a bit distracted… But  don’t worry, I will now zero in on our current convo via the written word, from my heart to yours. I too want to explore what’s going on inside of me—Thoughts and feelings and convictions that I will sincerely visit as I write.

I enjoy blogging because it allows me to visit the roundabouts in my own mind; that I usually don’t make the time to thoughtfully entertain, in the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Blogging allows me to share with you and myself in an authentic way; I don’t censor what wants to flow out, I tell important truths, I share strategy, I illuminate missed perspectives; hopefully this authentic working of words and messages and truths aids you in your journey, as the process certainly aids me in my own trek, on this thing we call a life.

So, let’s get right to it… I have been accidentally celibate since 2010. I am not a saint, I am not a guru, I am not an extraordinary person possessing something that can’t be cultivated in any willing individual. Yes, it has almost been 7 years since I’ve had “carnal knowledge” with another…LOL—And I truly did not intend for this to happen this way, or for this long…Like, really Universe? 

So… Am I doing this for spiritual reasons? Yes, I AM… But not in the way you may think. My celibacy is accidental because celibacy wasn’t the goal; but rather deciphering who I should be with based off: Discerning the energy between myself and another, the purpose, and if its time…That was/is the focus. I did not ever say to myself: I am not having sex again until I get married. I did however say to myself: I cannot afford to exchange energy with Maliciously Low-Vibing folk, and then become tied/entrapped to it in compromising ways. I chose this as an act of self love and soul nourishment… Preservation and healing… A  fence that always makes me tune myself into the WISDOM of SPIRIT, before I open the gate. Of course, to realize that this way of looking at myself in relation to my Divine Feminine, sexual and intimate energies; I had to experience the great pain and struggle of being ensnared with those I was not supposed to be exchanging energy with in the first place—Had I heeded the warnings.

Maliciously Low-Vibing Energy does not let go of its prey easily, so avoiding it is one of the keys to attempting to stay as balanced as possible. This is why I understand sex after marriage is an ideal concept in some ways, but it lacks depth and focus on energy discernment. Focusing on being careful about the energy we are exchanging with others; this will open us up to our inner leading and SPIRIT, and it will also open us up to the other less explored reasons and needs to powerfully exchange energy in a sexual &/or intimate way. It will cause us to pay attention to early signs in people, that we oft allow ourselves to overlook, because we want what we want when we want it. Energy discernment will also prevent us, if we will discipline ourselves in this way, from a lot of heartache. I didn’t say it wouldn’t be challenging…I am, by nature, a very sensual person so I get it’s challenging. I’ve just realized, through experience, that my peace and preservation of my being, is far more important than a good fuck.

I know many religions push waiting for marriage for sex, and I am not saying this is bad at all; though few accomplish it. I would like to be married one day, but marriage does not set the standard on this topic for me, which I will further explore as we continue. Some who are burdened with having to remain virginal, even go so far as to only do anal sex before marriage, or have a plastic surgeon make them a new hymen in order to keep up with “virginal appearances.” If marriage leaves out the discernment of energy health and compatibility, what are we really dealing with here? *sips coffee* 

I do think that many just don’t understand how the CREATOR sees sexuality, intimacy, and sensuality; because of the indoctrination of human biases, and the refusal to study for oneself. Just look at, for example, the burden of “honor” being placed solely upon women and girls… Just look at, for example, the limited perspectives folks have about the many amazing reasons that sex and intimacy is here for us to utilize, and to enjoy outside of just procreation. Also, many people do not acknowledge that a lot of what they believe in relation to religion and sex; is based off of European influences, misogyny, and purposeful mistranslations. Religions stemming from the Tanakh(The Bible) come from culture(s) that are absolutely NOT European. Yet the European version is what prevails and miseducates in many ways. 

There is no Hebrew word for fornication, only adultery. Fornication is a Greek/Christian concept. In those ancient days, if a man had sex with a woman who he had not gone through the formal betrothal process with, he would have to pay a fine to her father, and take the girl as a wife or concubine. Ancient Hebraic Women did have the right during the official betrothal ceremony only, to agree to the marriage and to make demands that would be placed in a marriage contract (Ketubah). If a man raped or had sex with a girl outside of there being an official agreement, she was obligated to marry the man without the benefit of negotiations. Yes, there were wedding celebrations—7 day feasts, but the marriage was considered complete only when the cloth with the woman’s hymen blood was waved before the people to prove she was a virgin…Cute, right?(that was sarcasm)

Let’s explore this a bit further in the story of Ya’acov, Rachel & Lay’ah—A Threesome of sorts. Ya’acov(Jacob) loved Rachel and wanted to marry her, and her father verbally agreed to this. Problem is, Rachel was younger than her sister Lay’ah(Leah), and older sisters married first in their culture. So their father Laban tricked Jacob on their wedding night, and made Lay’ah(who was veiled according to tradition) actually sneak in Rachel’s place. Jacob didn’t realize he had sexed the wrong sister until the light of morning. His having sex with Lay’ah made them legally married.

Jacob did not love Lay’ah, but was now legally obligated to her. Eventually Laban let Jacob marry Rachel too… The one Jacob was most in sync with, the one he loved, the one he was energetically in tuned with. Jacob and Rachel had a totally complimentary exchange in energy, desire, purpose…But Lay’ah, she wasn’t loved. Think what that was like for her. They were “married” legally…She was the first wife with the most benefits in the natural, but realistically and spiritually, Lay’ah was in the worst situation. I imagine that every time Jacob went to exchange energy with her during sex, his disdain for her reenergized itself throughout her entire being. He slept with her out of obligation. This had to be super toxic. 

The story tells us that the only solace that Lay’ah had, was that she was blessed with fertility. Rachel, the most loved one, struggled in this area. Eventually though, Rachel did have two children, and she was happy and blessed because she was loved by their husband whether she gave birth( a very important thing in those times) or not. Jacob even favored Rachel’s children above the children Lay’ah gave him. Can you imagine being in such a situation? Think of all the healing and pleasure Lay’ah never experienced through sex, and the lack of intimacy she must have craved. Think of all of Lay’ah’s inward trauma having to lose her virginity in such a tricky way— I truly shutter. Every time Jacob entered Lay’ahs sacred temple, she took on his hatred in energetic form…Can you imagine? Lay’ah had no choice, but most of us do. I say “most” because there are still women and girls being forced into marriages in 2017…May they be freed from this torment—Ashe’! 

Most of us are able to, without outside influence; discern who we should be entangled with, and we should not be entangled with. We can discern what is best and most compatible with our inner Divine, and what is not if we so choose. Funny thing is, many times we choose to be Lay’ah ( no matter gender/orientation) for so many reasons; mostly stemming from insecurity, fear of being alone, and just wanting to have some sex that physically satisfies; even if it spiritually diminishes. There doesn’t even have to be third party complicating things like the one in the story. It could just be that we are compromising our inward sacred to temporarily fill a hole within us—Settling until we find who is truly meant for us to exchange energy with, not realizing we’re dwindling our own self esteem every time we go against this inner unction and warning to not proceed.

But say, let’s not get it twisted… Many people marry the wrong somebody because they are not paying attention to the vibrational signs being sent on every level. This happens in non-marriage romantic relationships as well. Yes beloved, being married will not automatically save us  from the wrong energy exchange… People get with &/or marry the wrong somebody everyday; sometimes a few different wrong somebodies in a lifetime. No shade, but what if we paid closer attention in the beginning to our intuition, and believed the energy coming from the other person when it presented itself—Whether it is compatible, vampire-ish, or in need of a bridge before intimate exchange can occur…What if? What if a relationship didn’t last,YET there was inward evidence in both souls, that it was the right exchange for the time that it was, and that going separate ways in goodwill is the fruit of that shared truth? What if??? This is why I feel we shouldn’t use marriage as the marker of doing it “right” in this area…There is so much more required.

I have found that I have to be careful in my energy exchange, in sexual and intimate situations…Both can get me caught up in all the wrong ways if I am not taking in everything I am being shown. You don’t have to physically touch someone to touch their soul or exchange your energy wth them. Romantic intimacy has many levels and expressions, and on its deeper levels, it can be mind blowing.

Look, I had a situation that woke me up to this realization about energy discernment, and my carelessness of it. I was in a situation where the man I loved with my whole heart and I were deeply intimate but not sexual…The intimacy was the strongest I have ever experienced, yet the energy exchange was very very off. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that the energy he was exchanging with me was l Maliciously Low-Vibing… So low-vibing that is was detrimental for me to take in. Sometimes you may not realize that is what is happening, but it is all the same. Exchanging with Maliciously Low-Vibing Energy left me feeling depleted, sad, lonely, and vibrationally disempowered.

Focusing on energy discernment; this is more thorough to me because it will prevent me from going too deep with the wrong people. Sex and intimacy with another soul has many beautiful reasons and benefits; which is why I find high truth in being careful with whom I exchange energy with. In the same way certain men have sperm that will throw of the ph of certain women’s vagina; so it is with certain energies being exchanged with your own; different ones will affect you differently and its imperative to pay attention from the beginning to avoid unnecessary trouble and heartache.

So you may be wondering what exactly is Maliciously Low-Vibing Energy? I mean none of us are flawless, right? True, none of us are flawless, and we all have places we don’t vibe our highest; that doesn’t mean you or I am an overall Maliciously Low-Vibing Person. Maliciously Low-vibers are different in that they are so energetically in disarray, and spiritually and mentally clogged up; their overall energy is toxic enough to change another’s inward frequency for the worse; feeding off the higher vibe which is probably what attracted them in the first place. It’s a selfish energy that is incapable of truly loving. Low-Vibers usually manifest by way of: Your gas lighters, your clandestine manipulators, your passive aggressive’s, your blatantly aggressive’s, your abusers, and your control freaks. Pay attention to what they say and do from the beginning; don’t discount what they show you. These are not people you want to exchange powerful intimate energies with… Trust me, I’ve learned this the hard way.

The exchange in sexual &/or intimate situations should be energetically mutually beneficial, even if in different ways. Even if a partner is needing a sexual/intimate healing experience centered around them at certain times; vampiring will not occur…Even if one partner is giving more in particular situations because their partner is in a low place or needing more from them; vampiring will not occur. Maliciously Low-Vibers will become energized from exchanges, and leave the other person in complete disarray, whilst not caring they’ve done so. Maliciously Low-Vibers are not to be confused with normal differences folks have in relationships… You will fight and fall out sometimes with a soul mate even, but its should never be a selfish/vampire type affect on just you. If you are a mostly higher frequency individual, and exchange energy with a Maliciously Low-Viber, you will catch some of their toxicity; which may manifest in you differently that it does in them. It may seemingly have a more severe affect on you than it does them. If not aware that this is a thing, it can start a cycle of miserable that leaves you undone and out of balance long after you finally break free.

So check this out, I have also had a sexual experience with someone that was for healing purposes… It was meant to be, it had to happen… It just wasn’t a long term relationship… It wasn't supposed to be. It had a purpose, a season. The exchange of energy left both of us in a better place holistically, and it was Divine. These complexities in my experiences has taught me so very much about energy, timing, listening, openness, and heeding warnings when they are blatantly waving in my face.

It’s been so long, as I stated at the beginning of this blog, since I have engaged sexually or intimately with someone, simply because I have not met anyone who has been worthy of the experience, and I am ok with that… I am not going crazy in the wait, if that is what you’re wondering.  When the times comes, it comes. I very much want my life partner, I feel that may be up next, but I will be very discerning and pay attention when it manifests… Like I said, I had no idea that there would be such a gap, such an elongated celibacy…I believe that SPIRIT knows why, and I am thankful to see that self mastery in this area is possible. I’m tired of it though, real talk… I’m ready for deep intimacy. I also feel like because this has been what I have had to endure, I am protected in a way—I don’t have a lot temptations coming my way, which helps… Anything less than soul nourishing exchange is not good for me, so I am enough for now. This could change so quickly or maybe not…It just depends on destiny and appointed time; I’ll wait because the wait has been a loyal friend. There are consequences when I haven’t been careful, or didn’t realize I needed to be careful in this way; hence the sparked intention of sacred carefulness unto myself, that I now carry as a beautiful burden to bear…For a while.

Sex & intimacy are powerful forces that can intertwine you with another in ways that benefit both on so many levels. To reiterate, intimacy does not have to include sexual intercourse; but it can be just as powerful. This is kind of random… Ok real random, but I know some like to engage in sexual orgies. No judgement here, but I’m curious… I would be very interested to know if those who engage have found these experiences to be healing or high vibing after the orgasms? What does it feel like emotionally and spiritually after everyone is done? Do you feel good about yourself and experience? Please school me on your experiences below if you feel comfortable. I’m not interested in joining one, but I do wonder if folks honestly feel it’s a beneficial experience after the climax?

If you exchange energy with someone who just takes from you, and replaces what they take with their Maliciously Low-Vibing Energy; imbalance is inevitable. I have found that Maliciously Low-Vibers often become the shot caller in the relationship and feel great, whilst I began to feel heavy, low, depressed. This sort of exchange, believe it or not, has made me want to stay when I know shouldn’t. Even when treated bad, or just not how I should be treated; I didn’t want to let go…Christians call this a “soul tie” which is very accurate—It’s as if subconsciously I wanted to hold on to what I gave away, which is why I felt I couldn’t let it go. Breaking free of this can take a while, and the healing even longer. It was a set back each time I let this happen to myself…There were signs, there was inner leading warnings, but I ignored those and became entangled in unbalanced energy, that I didn’t want to outright leave alone at first.This is my experience at least, and it took me a while to figure out that this is what was actually happening to me. Can anyone relate?

Sex and intimacy is beautiful…It is so much bigger than pleasure and procreation. We are beings who vibe around energy… We are energy. Energy frequency dictates whether we can be balanced to carry on our daily lives, and be in tune to receive what we must do in this life. Think about how job related relationships thrive off the right balance and exchange of energy…If that is easily seen, surely our more intimate exchanges need to be closely monitored by us, for us. If we protect our projects and business ventures from folks we don’t vibe with, why are we so careless with our more powerful intimate exchanges? Something to think about…

^{In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,}

^ORIT

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The Intention-Spirituality-Energy of a BLACK Radical Woman in 2017

It’s the Gregorian New Year: 01/01/2017! If you are reading this you’ve made it, and that matters because today wasn’t promised to any of us. 2016 will go down as one of the most hexed years of our collective existence, and certainly the crux of a lot of bad shit became more intensified and/or grew roots of deeper proportions. It’s as if everything we thought couldn’t get worse did so, whilst tauntingly saying: “Trick!”—Perpetually proving its true intent. Everyone who we never imagined would betray us ( BLACK People) not only did so, but in process upped their own ante of a knee-growism, that is unfathomable and sickening.  A great host of folks who brought Light into this world left us on time, but seemingly too soon… Some left us suddenly and/or tragically, and some even left us on purpose due to being tired of being here. So much has happened that can cause not only angst, but also an understandable pessimism; it has been all encompassing. And yet, from the depths of my soul and the steady cadence of my heartbeat: I feel LIGHT… 

The LIGHT of my CREATOR, my MASHIACH, my Ancestors; this LIGHT permeates through me, reassures me; I know great things not yet seen are on the horizon. If you know me, my intense need for truth and realistic expectation, is conjoined to my extreme sensitivity and yielding to the Spiritual. This is why I CAN keep going…Being able to see things in a reality that far surpasses my limited logic; this keeps me steady. Yes, such a connection, such a continuous Spirituality surrounding; it gives me life everlasting that seeps into the right now. Time is illusion, and everything is possible— It ain’t over! This life journey, in this body, in this realm; great things will still find me, and everyone else they are destined to embrace.

The solar based Gregorian Calendar is the most widely used calendar in the world, but it is hardly the sole new year observance on our planet. There are various cultures that still keep time according to their more ancient traditions, and because of my cumulative cultural experience of who I is; I celebrate 2 lunar based new year observances within a Gregorian year… One includes a declaring of spring as the beginning of the physical new year, and the other in Autumn is the beginning of the spiritual new year. I also observe new moons, days of rest, the end of my menstrual cycle, and a few other important shifts in energy; synchronization with the earth and its relation to higher and the highest truths in the omniverse. I feel blessed that my life cycle and awareness thereof includes sacred ritual and observance; requiring that I start anew, refocus, reenergize, reassess, remember, rest; BALANCE.

2017 is a new beginning, and whether you believe in making resolutions or not, understand that everything you do this year will be wrapped around the intention and energy you give off. What does that mean for you as an individual, as a friend, as a family member, as a community member, as the exhalations of the Ancestors? Does it mean anything at all? How can you treat yourself and others better without compromising either? How can you deconstruct meanness and nastiness from your daily dealings? Are you desiring to be surrounded by the wrong people? Surely, what we put out comes back to us, so we must be careful, so much more careful about what we say and what seeds we plant into our own soil & the soil of others.

As for me, I am a BLACK Radical Woman…As much warrioress as I am healer and creator. This interesting concoction of innate being and calling, has oft been hard for me to balance. I’ve always felt like my Ancestors are purposely and perpetually hyping me up (smile)—I am ready to go and get at tyranny when that righteous raging boldness fills my body and soul, and sometimes it is so much bigger than me, which leaves me fearless and active. I also want to assist & nurse everyone and everything around me; giving balm to the broken and hurting spaces I see in others… I love people, and have a tender heart which moves me to action, even when I am very low in spirit myself. But don’t get it twisted, I also don’t play games. I have a low tolerance for all bull shittery in every form and way. All of this is engulfed, and often riding the waves of my creativity and various expressions of artistry. 

It wasn’t until the beginning of 2016 that I realized that the warrioress and healer were not in opposition, but rather intimate bosom buddies, that in my case, couldn’t be separated from one another… Both speaking revolutionary LOVE, just in different dialects. In order to be able to do healing work for myself and my communities, it was and still is my normal to: Fight against the spread of tyranny and its toxic exhaust, break fallow ground all around, and get rid of every weed I possibly can before planting or watering seeds—Having the CREATOR bless those seeds at the appointed time to become the healing we all can benefit from. When serving, it was and still is my normal to adorn myself with a “Fuck the system and police” mantle in order to protect the seeds I plant or water; that need to be able to continue to grow without disturbance…There are no contradictions, all is needed. There was and is nothing wrong with the most tender parts of myself being open, watching, listening, willing. There was and still is nothing wrong with the most militant parts of myself protecting and clearing the way for that process. All of this is my normal, but balance sure hasn’t always been…I am forever learning and relearning balance.

It has always been so easy for me to stay in situations longer than I should because I feel for people, or allow myself to be disrespected in movement spaces, in order to move toward a bigger “ultimate goal” of liberation—I now realize that few had/have vision or desire to attain a real all encompassing freedom for BLACK People. Many were and are only concerned with uplifting themselves on the backs of the community, rather than being a part of a collective uplifting that benefits everyone. 

Early on in 2016, I realized I had to start to detox myself from these situations; enough was enough. I began to become way more choosy about who I interlock my energy with in freedom work… In my personal life too! I began to stop over exerting myself, stop joining reactionary efforts, and I began to cut toxic people and spaces from my life…A pruning I am still working at whenever I am made aware i’ve missed a spot. ‘Cause honey, being a martyr to my people, when I am still needed here on the planet: To be healthy, to be whole, and to be ready to finish all the work my journey requires of and from me; that imbalance just couldn’t be a thing in my life anymore. BALANCE is the glue that keeps everything in it’s rightful lane, keeps giving souls sane, and allows inward listening to have a clear channel to guide rightly.

Through and despite all the roughness of 2016 in my personal and community life, I have come to grasp a deeper assurance of how to balance, and how to see myself rightly in the midst of my purpose as an individual, and as a member in the collective. I am grateful for growth, and I am grateful that the soil of my being is better prepared for even more fruitful growth. I do not see myself separate from my people. I instead honor the fact that the who that I AM is not supposed to be the who that YOU ARE…We are all supposed to be our authentic selves, and bring all of that beautiful nuance into the storehouses of our collective consciousness and community building—Growing, learning, amending, protecting, dismantling, LOVING…Liberation apart from these choice fruits is impossible, but it is not impossible if we truly want to break free and thrive.

I am a BLACK Radical Wombman, who is a Womanist by innate design. I am personally so tired of us as nuanced BLACK Peoples not wanting to attain a unity that will lead to liberation. I understand that we have so many intra-communal problems, and I also understand that our social justice spaces are so filled with contradiction, that they have become very toxic as well. Homophobia, Transphobia, Misogynoir, Hush Culture, Misandry, Elitism, Clique Mentality and so many other issues plague our community. And yes, I understand the effects of white supremacy on us, how every persons toxicity levels and response thereof vary…However, we have to be self-determining in healing our people. No one else will do it for us, nor should we want them to do that which they are ill-equipped. They can pay reparations, but they cannot heal us; remember this.

The problem I see with our people here in Amerikkka and how we deal with one another; no one wants to listen, no one wants to adjust. Western culture teaches everyone to be selfish and unapologetic about the wrong we do to others. This is reinforced in everything from government to entertainment… Even our “woke” spaces are oft contaminated by this same mentality, because the people within are conditioned by this society—Little effort goes into decolonizing of the mind, heart, soul, spirit through cultural education and empowerment. If the folks in “woke” spaces that are supposed to be leading the community to be engaged to fight systemic oppression, if they display the same systemic societal ills on folks in our community that don’t align with them… Disguising these ills as virtuous and permissible emissions through “they’re wrong, we’re right… they’re bad, we’re good” group think mentality…How is that leadership? How are you gonna guide the rest of the community who are uninformed or bigoted through ignorance to be better and learn better? Wait, but is that your goal…To not compromise marginalized people and issues, whilst being a living embodiment of those truths to the people? If not, why are you in freedom work? Do you only want people just like you free or all BLACK People? Are you willing to not only state a standard, but live it? Are you willing to be the first partaker of doing the right thing, because you can see what others aren’t yet able? Will you humble yourself? Way too many too easily say: “Fuck You!” to whichever group they don’t like or that has disrespected them, when in many(not all) cases that write-off is premature… BLACK Liberation that doesn't minimize the pain and struggle of others in our community; it must include all BLACK People or you simply don’t want it. 

 Folks want to “critique” and feel their designations immune them from being critiqued back… “Critique” to sound off, without the intention of hearing anyone opposite their opinion… “Critique” but not wanting to dialogue—These are not real critiques by the way, they are narrative control actions of emotionally immature individuals within the collective, who gang up with one another on every side of an argument; meanwhile we aren’t getting free, and it’s so frustrating! Some days I literally feel like giving up, but I do not see myself separate from my people(s) so I just can’t and my inner guidance won’t allow it.

In the case of white supremacy, we must protect ourselves and fight to control our narratives; we owe it and those who benefit from it nothing—This isn’t, however, the way for us to deal with one another as BLACK People toward BLACK People. I understand we can’t work with certain people in our community because they are utter trash, but most of our division is based off disrespect and unbalanced ego that leads to an unrelenting unhinged pride; devoid of revolutionary love, highest truths, and willingness to find a way that isn’t exclusionary. We must find ways to unite around what we have in common, and respect one another’s beautiful differences. The only differences we can’t tolerate are ones that keep us espoused to white supremacy, or anything else harmful to us as a people.…That can no longer be an option.

I now realize that so many do not want unity where it can be found, but rather want to stay divided…Some folks get high off conflict, and some peoples entire personalities and come ups are based off of them being angry. Do not get me wrong, anger is a beautiful expression, yes I said beautiful; yet it is only effective and beneficial in these sorts of situations if it is accompanied by right heart set and wisdom. Otherwise anger becomes a narcotic… Those who dish it out, and those who feed off of it become addicted to its intensity devoid of purpose—Some don’t want to stop getting high even when there is opportunity.

There are folks in our community who don’t believe in or accept crucial parts of individuals, which is hella problematic. Folks who demean same sex relationships, folks who demean Abrahamic Faiths, folks who demean single mothers, folks who demean men as all not being shit, folks who demean women as thots and whores sans the men they have relationships with, folks who demean those who choose no form of religion or spirituality, folks who demean folks for so many random things that isn’t anyones business; this prevails amongst us, and of course it is personal and hurtful.

Truth is, we are not going to be close to everybody in our community, but we should have a basic love that says I will look out and fight for you to BE and thrive. There will always be things about people that are not liked by others, and individually we have a right to say who we do and who we do not allow into our close circles…By the way, the difference between a circle and clique is that a circle fosters LOVE, growth, doesn’t envy and protects. Cliques are made of petty people who decide who it is and isn’t acceptable to shit on, a faux love and acceptance based off insecurity…But I digress.

Thing is, every oppressed and/or stereotyped group within our BLACK communities have systems of oppression within them, if we’re willing to be honest—There are levels upon levels of oppression, and we only choose to see and call out certain ones. A few examples: Within LGBT circles, bisexuals are treated like shit. Within Feminist & Womanist circles, clique culture and hatertaion is all  around. Within conscious circles, cult like allegiance toward leaders who abuse in various ways, and the demeaning of Women & LGBT is prevalent. So for how long are we going to keep doing this shit? There is a standard we have to set within our communities that far surpasses the standards of the oppressor.

I get that not everyone can or wants to come into the promise land, but I KNOW we have not made the proper effort to do what we can, to facilitate between those who have the heart to amend, humble themselves, and do right by each other. I have been searching my depths, because I realize that we are past a state of emergency, we are truly in stagnantly stale waters…So far away from getting to fresh water, that we are dangerously dehydrated and wasting away.

So what do I propose we do to begin to find those who we can work with all across the board? I propose we need a new beginning in the form of all inclusive reconciliation ceremonies, both locally & then nationally as well. I am not talking about a march, or another capitalistic driven event… I am talking a meaningful kickstart to the work we need to focus on in our communities every single day. I am talking about us mourning what we have lost together, acknowledging what we have done to one another, listening to the needs of each group, and the actions each group needs the community of willing souls  to make happen in order for us to unify, so that we can whoop white supremacy’s ass!!!! BLACK Women, BLACK Men, Non-Identifying, Youth, LGBT, Religious, Spiritual, etc…All the bad shit we have done to one another needs to be expressed by those done wrong, and acknowledged by those who have participated whether knowingly or unknowingly. We need to not only apologize for what we have done, but we must also make amends. We must also acknowledge marginalized folks who have had an even tougher road within our communities. In our communities, BLACK Men have male privilege, and that still does not mean they do not have issues of how they have been hurt within our community… Many things and people intersect all over the place.  Any space where BLACK Men are not allowed to also speak their heart will not be a true space of healing. This can’t and won’t be a space of arguing, but of true reconciliation. It should only include those from our community who are mature, humble, and ready to begin this process…If you think it’s bullshit, then by all means don’t stop others from building and beginning a healing process…We have to start somewhere, right?

Perhaps this process should start with a delegation of sound minded, truly revolutionary Love filled individuals (unbought and unsold grassroots folk); to come together from every group/marginalization, and mark out the legit concerns of everyone. We need to get this organized and actualized, without incorporating opportunists just because they have visibility…We can’t trust a pure work to horrible hearted and self-serving people. Our unity is what white supremacy fears most, and we have skin folk who purposely disrupt our movements toward unity in various ways. These are just basic ideas, but we need to do something, and rightly so… Quickly but thoroughly. What are your ideas? How could we maybe actualize and further brainstorm this starter concept?

This would be a wonderful start to a sustainable unity, but none of us have to wait for an event, though I believe the ritual would be important.  Change starts with us as individuals and spreads from there. Why not start today, on this Gregorian New Year? How can you as an individual deconstruct toxicity in your mind and heart toward people in our community…Are you willing? How can you spread your awareness to others, and then mobilize it? All of us, and I mean all of us; we have work to do; both individual and communal! Some have more than others, but another persons work load does not exempt any of us from the fact that we have plenty of work to do on our own…Are we willing? As for me, I am willing to do what must be done to be an embodiment of revolutionary LOVE in the earth…I want to grow, amend, be good to myself & to others without compromise…I want to fulfill my purposes in this life, and plant seeds that grow into beautiful plants that will sustain generations to come. How about you?

A blessed & right energy driven Gregorian New Year to you all!

^{In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,}

^ORIT

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I am well... I am deepening... I am blessed. I haven't continued ORI or written any weekly blogs the last two weeks. All is well, but I will be taking a brief hiatus. The next blog will be posted Sunday January 1st 2017. Thank you for inquiring and for your patience. Follow this blog directly, so that you will be given notice about the next entry...

^{In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,}

^ORIT

ORI-- An Epic Poem Series (Part 4)

ORI

AN EPIC POEM

(Part 4)

ORIT © 2016

Sh’mella the papyrus vessel of pure gold, vigorously in ascending tranquil, continued on with a most precious cargo… Our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress. Secured within, transfixed by a progression of sleep so gaping, so mysterious and undefiled; her dreams dreamt of her, instead of her being visited by dreams. They were traveling in the timeless and it was a limitless beauty. 

As the ocean of warm tears of healing that accumulated fast and vigorous, slow and concentrated from our shero’s depths; and as that ocean became no more… Sh’mella carrying Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, arrived at the next plane of ascension in their journey. There was no brash transition from water to purified breaths of THE ALL THAT IS… The air… Convergence of the forms into perfected ether-Ashe’!

It still was not yet unassailable for Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress to be alert. She was still deeply under the holy holistic healing found in the longevity leaves of the Most Sacred Tree’s brew; that had become hot in her belly. It was that roasting temperature that regulated our shero’s slumber, and it would slowly rouse her when they had safely arrived into the Upper Sweet Waters, by gradually becoming warm—The warmth allowing her flesh to adapt and survive the purity of the Upper Sweet Waters, the entire duration of her visit.

Sh’mella, immutable and thorough, monitored the voyage and our shero with an unblemished love, amplified to the highest truth from the purified breaths of the ALL THAT IS. Everything… Every gust, every light from every source, and every Spiritual Being of all sorts of renderings and reasons, watched as Sh’mella carried our shero higher and higher… In this plane where thus too were they affected by the purified breaths, and had unblemished love exuding from their esoteric essence. As each one saw Sh’mella transporting Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress their way, they shone their luminosity, concentrated with the highest intentions they could emit upon them; to better light there way. This act of tremendous tenderness implanted abounding virtues into our sleeping shero, and it ministered strength to Sh’mella who had such an enormous responsibility and task in this journey.

It was a constellation that was last to offer its concentrated luminosity, and upon that last gift of love, Sh’mella began to take on a whole other form… Glorious and even more lofty than expressed when Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress first uttered its name. This was a state of being that was too glorious for our shero to behold, still attached to her flesh… Deeply occupied in rest, as her dreams dreamt of her; she remained.

Just to be sure her belly was still like fire, Sh’mella again reached the virtual hand made of the moons beams at high tide, and gently placed the palm on our shero’s abdomen… The command center showed that she was safely at the right temperature; she would not yet awaken.

Repeating the process of securing itself, Sh’mella again began to radio in to all of the guardians of the north, south, east, and west in languages and tongues, not known to the inhabitants of Poisoned Mother. This was the most complex transition of all… Into the Upper Sweet Waters. Everything had to be done just so, or Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress could be damaged in the process; not being able to be anything in particular to herself or anyone else. As Sh’mella checked in with each direction, the guardian of the south was the only one to radio back that there were error codes in the previous accession, and that take off to the Upper Sweet Waters could not commence.

Sh’mella was unnerved, never before receiving an error of any kind…This sort of inefficiency was dangerous, any delay in this mission was not part of the plan or programming. Sh’mella humbled its functions, and decided to do a complete diagnostic check on itself, and then on our shero… No errors or loss of vitals were found.

Sh’mella asked the guardian of the south to reassess, and upon doing so, it was found out that neither had made an error. There was an air pocket from Poisoned Mother, that had somehow managed to ascend, and not purify itself…Its tainted state tried to latch on to one of the communication air waves they were using; causing an error code and delay. 

Upon this realization, Sh’mella began the process anew, replicating the procedures of securing itself… And again, Sh’mella began to radio in to all of the guardians of the north, south, east, and west in languages and tongues, not known to the inhabitants of Poisoned Mother… A way made for our slumbering shero, whose belly was gradually descending in temperature.

Reverberations resonantly radiating through Sh’mella and our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress… Metamorphosing them into specks of light so small and vast, only the ALL THAT IS could measure their dissection. Colors that vibed so high, elements of eternity could be remembered. Sh’mella and Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress  began to liquidize and swirl together in a counterclockwise cyclone made of them…Our shero, a Direct Reflection of the CREATOR in her beautiful form, and the pure gold and refined ruby composition of Sh’mella intertwined; no beginning, no ending.

Thunderous chanting that told the secrets of every creation, from what seemed like a million voices in harmonic unison, intensified their convergence…Propelling and loaning its strength to their motion—The cyclone our shero and Sh’mella had made, drilled it’s way into the Sweet Upper Waters… Swirling intensely and with such suction and force and precision; ensuring their safe passage to the surface. Though these waters are of the sweetest and most delicate of composition, breaking into their solemnity is quite grueling… Tumultuous and unsteady… Time can be accurately accounted.

Once arriving at the surface of the Upper Sweet Waters, the cyclone that was our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress and Sh’mella her transport, circled its point of entry seven times. Once the seventh circle was accomplished, the Upper Sweet Waters cried out aloud: “Ashe!” And in a twinkling of an eye, Sh’mella regained its most basic form, and our shero sat up straight as her whole self; awakened.

Oh, the magnificence and allure of the Upper Sweet Waters… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress looked around in awe, and Sh’mella enjoyed watching her captivation… Knowing soon that she would have to be reminded of all the rules she must adhere to strictly. The waters were like a massive diamond in which each particle had its own autonomy, yet moved in the flow and rhythm of the waters as one. These waters sang a beautifully euphonious song, that welcomed our shero to this realm, and answered every question running through her mind—These waters were truth-bearing and pure, knowing all and seeing all.

The expanse of the Upper Sweet Waters was the most intensely delicate salmon pigment, and it was illuminated at all times from the shadows of the Most Sacred Temple… Far far above them. The air smelled of lyrical frankincense, that continually renewed itself, so that the most pleasant moment in its aroma could be perpetually reinvigorated. There are plants, trees, and specimens of all sorts and kinds… The grass made of thin sheets of sapphires, that moved just as lightly, yet looked twenty times more lush, than had ever been on Poisoned Mother.

Right when Sh’mella was about to warn our shero about all the rules the Illustrious Nurturer had conveyed to her, an illusive being was in sight a little ways ahead, on the left bank of the Upper Sweet Waters; gazing intensely. Immediately Sh’mella warned her to not look at its eyes, and Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress quickly and heartily obeyed; initiating recollection by reciting all the precautions she was given aloud. Sh’mella was aware of our shero’s ability to handle adversity, but still wanted to do everything possible to assist her. He kept calmly telling her to not engage, as they sailed closer and closer to this being.

From our shero’s peripheral vision, she could see the glimmer and physical beauty of this illusive being… The more she looked at its feet; looking like that of a frog on Poisoned Mother… The more she welcomed her gaze to explore more and more. She was becoming increasingly emboldened to look up higher and higher, and when she got to this beings knees, she felt dread and stopped. The curiosity that she always carried within her, was trying to peak out of her eyes, both natural and all seeing. She did not give in to it; shutting them quickly.

The being began to call out greetings, and seemed so kind and so nice… Such a sultry and melodic beckoning and welcoming voice timbre. Sh’mella sensing the danger in our shero’s curiosity’s restlessness, continued to warn her gently not to engage, and activated a railing that spring up around the boats open perimeter. Sh’mella could only suggest that Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress do follow her instructions, it couldn’t make her if it wasn’t programmed in command center to do so… Sh’mella searched its database vigorously for any more aid that could be offered her, but there was none… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress had to decide.

The intensity of the force that tried to expel the curiosity of Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress from her; it was willful and pushy, dark and unkind. Upon feeling this essence of negativity in the midst of such a soft beckoning from this illusive being, our shero began to pray to the ALL THAT IS. As Sh’mella finally delivered our shero from this beings direct presence, everything changed abruptly. 

The illusive being was now angered at not being able to get our shero to break any of the rules given to her, and it began to pronounce curses at her back…Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress refused to turn around as Sh’mella continued to move them across the Upper Sweet Waters. The gelatinous bubbles of fear were no longer above her illuminated head, taunting her as they had before while still in the lower realms… She had changed. Every curse spewed by this wicked being, formed into a pebble that flung itself recklessly at Sh’mella. Alas, these pebbles were not able to penetrate or harm. In that moment, accurately measured… Our shero realized the danger she had been in, and was thankful for the instructions given her, and for Sh’mella constantly chiding her to remember them. It had not yet been illuminated and downloaded back into her soul, as to how such a place so seemingly perfect and lovely, could possess such an evil being.

Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress realized that this journey to the Ancestral Realm wouldn’t be easy, but she felt assurance in the provisions given her to make her way plain.

To Be Continued…

^{In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,}

^ORIT

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