i dreamt of Ivet Mohammad last night Malachi Smith
He came and greeted me in a huge food and meeting court, just as someone was trying to snub me because i forgot their number or made them feel unimportant somehow. my woe.
Ethiopians figured big in the dream as if all I have ever met gathered last night to tell me something...of the land, the religion..the ancient huge red amber bead necklace that i should have never let sale in the estate
I wake up and the turtle painting tells me something new. the turtle is now the characteristics if a platypus like face of a duck, one side of its body, the flaps, its front and back, are the ducks's eyes. but before I saw a duck face, i saw a huge hand opening out to the viewer, me. the same turtle, the back of the fingers, somehow, curled and yet still, open gesture. Thinking if i ever did an exhibition i would need to make copies of each piece. and overlap drawing, either by laser or pen/pencil, outline each image, or depiction for people to be able to see. Embedded Image Seeing is not a common skill. I stare at the painting awhile for yesterday's image to come back to me: the faces. they did. but as I write it, and look up to see them, I see another one. It is really mind boggling. in one small space. The upper right side of the painting is a corner with many faces all morphed together, each into another...there is now a man, still with a roman nose, mustache, full bottom lp and jutting chin.
what kind of brain must one have to see these things? to do? the soul? within one there are many? Supposing I already am the Army I am always calling for?
I wake up thinking how illness changes you and you are never the same as before. Sometime. That is very common physically, but somehow, this time as I talk of physically, I think there is still a spiritual element and dimension, drive to it all.
A Memoir of Misfortune is a fanatastic book for me to be reading now. I have no idea how i chose it or it chose me, I was not deciding by title when I was selecting, but by subject, voice, story, writing, and thickness. It is perfect for me at this time. Seems like the author, man's life is mirroring mine. In some phenomenal mystical ways. His actions created blocks, but not in his life and Qi but in his wife's. It is too much to tell and outline here, in this post...but where I ended yesterday the male child had to meditate to access ancestral energy. of the mother. And the telling outlined the many ways he may have transgressed. Him writing a book and doing a film on China caused the problem. He transgressed the dragon, the devil. Did Taboo. He transgressed his mother. As you can imagine, they were all clues to me, indicators. And all apply. I denied my brother a return. I have cursed my mother. The book speaks of ancient Qi gong practitioners. They were all mystical magical natural healers.Obeah men and women. They dont use that word but they do the same thing. Alter this dimension for their healing, communication and purposes. I write all that for last night I slept hard and deep far away and dreamt solid. I was not here soon before writing...I was told to meditate. To stop trying to change the outer, accept all its unknown and mystery as Just Is and meditate on Light. on Water. The Cosmos. Let that fill my soul. But somehow to me my sleep and dreams are my meditations and prayers. Always has been. But I return to meditation. Something my over busy brain could never do. Which I think somehow was the purpose of vertigo. If I could not slow down and go internal, it was done for me. I envisioned me in the house I can be in for the hour. In the thick of port of spain not in the bush as I have been hankering...and just sitting still and eman\ating light. I think of the sister at Rajah Yoga Center who i used to commune with , with Vindra before she was murdered. So all your future is in your past perhaps. That maybe why they say Sankofa. You journey back to map forward.
Who knows the mysteries of the life and universe. Yahweh, the Invisible is Truly more Powerful than anything in this Realm
Good Morning
I am coming to come
the world is gonna be the world,
you become light, life and water
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i keep wanting to retreat. but it is the very belly of the beast i must sit, reside, and enter. from that very still / very same place to emanate.
i keep wanting to be a student, to sit at the feet of a grand elder, as my Ma'Mere, Maria, in the dream/astral traveled to my ancestral compound..and she rubbed my forehead three times saying, "teacher say you well smart" and each time was a different teacher, the first, her son, my Uncle Pat and Godfather. the second was a seer soothsayer of some sort, and the last was God whomever and however she may be contrived. But it is not that. i am to be the teacher. {even if I see my way and know the path by feeling the stones} - that line is from Memoir of My Misfortune. see what i mean?
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this reads repetitive somehow, as if I posted or wrote it before...but today, now, the "venues" take on a new meaning...
"Today's Gemini Sun-moon supports you in exploring new venues that get you into closer alignment with the person you actually are. "The life we want is not merely the one we have chosen and made," Wendell Berry reminds us. "It is the one we must be choosing and making." It's our choices that show what we really are, far more than our abilities. You owe it to all of us to get on with what makes you happy and strong."
the venues is 'the belly'' "the house in port of spain"; "the seat of meditation" "within":
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