Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Aumolu - Ground Gold - Turning The Ground Into Gold


what do people do with the deeply personal, highly controversial, off the chart un-politically correct realities of their journeys that they wish to document, muse, poll, talk about and share? but cant

the politics of living. among and amidst different groups, different settings/ the life long price and cost of choices, ignorance and effects/ debilitations, scarrings.

and then the miracles and magick. the suspension of consequences prayed for to go on. unencumbered and freedom from self-mark

the end or belly of interiors
this Tuesday June 26, 2012 {06.26.2012}
sometimes the light in the darkness that approaches in speed, you think, to save you is a train to bowl you over, a steamliner to submerge you. and you have to find yourself all over again

that is the crux and heart of the matter: finding a new, working and laudable self. under new brokenness, with more damages. the reevaluation of your stocks

wow.hard shit hard luck stuff

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why do wisdoms, wizening, knowledge, insights earned from tragedy come after the crisis. what good is it to have settled damage, integrate costs and a life forever altered and skewed, taken away...reduced...and from that, the good stuff...wisdom

i am all smart and knowledgeable now. but for what purpose? whose benefit? i already slipped fell and cracked my head. who to tell these things to?

the situation leads one to psalms, but there are no specific psalms for the specific situation. it leads one to prayer for the suspension of costs and charges on life. which is where i started this post this morning, what to do with problems that have no solutions just lived with realities that effect the kind and quality of life

the despondency that threatens. that somehow, in some glimmer of resilience, I resist. so i write instead.


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Jeff Brown:
"
Moving forward often demands that we live lost until the next steps on true-path rise up to meet us. Sadly, befriending our confusion is difficult to hold to in a linear world. Confusion is stigmatized without regard for the fact that one cannot know anything without first surrendering to the not knowing. We must honor our confusion as a karmic lighthouse, inviting us to a new way of being. Flake it 'til you make it!"
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that is what life is: being alive. and that is what being alive is: being present for confusion and trouble. and that is what confusion and trouble is: surrendering to it. and that is what surrendering is: giving in so you can be lifted up, saved, changed, loved, transformed. and that is what transformation and being transformed is: you transcend. nothing holds you down. you fly anyways.

something like that


 {and this is what i have been channeling and writing about all morning/but could not put it into words..the one word i had i hesitated to write...that all my trials are turning me into one badass indestructible obeah wombmyn alchemist transformative healer./but we dare not write such things...but from the pit of hell the phoenix rises with light and balm for all. you cant kill me}











Friday, June 22, 2012





"teaching lessons before the Orishas and Ancestors give assist"

i just read that and it spurs my initial thought to document the journey./ right the words/ write the words on my heart:

I give thanks to day for pain and disappointments, crises and destructions, death and dismantling...for the purity that comes after. the strength that winnows between the shafts of omission.

I give thanks for lessons of humility, for even the hard heads and those of long and ancient lives and knowings, even when broken, still cocky...it is a process...and at least i can see there is much ground to touch before it is over

i give thanks for despondency that is just hovering above suicide when the rainbow aint enough ..thoughts of what is the point...but the sweetness of it all is to flip the thought process and know...there is somebody some where watching and even in their delusion and ignorance, see light to inspire and reach for, guide and heighten...so snuff out nothing you did not bring or give.

I give thanks for not knowing and walking still
i give thanks for errors

1:24pm at the wondering of wanderings
and the emergence of new selves
in Vinnie Bagwell's Grace