Makings, Cycles and Guidance

[If Marina Baptiste Huggins was alive.
If she put on that afro wig
And if she wore that yellow outfit...
with those shades, earrings and other accoutrements...
Right before she died in 1995
This is what she would look like!!]

Marina Baptiste Huggins was my birth mother!

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things shuffling behind the scenes. i feel it. total renovation/restructuring
and people popping out of nowhere

the lady last night in my bedroom in her head wrap and dark cloak,
my mother appearing as another living being, the imprint of one of her former selves, right before her death
gita describing herself as the great madonna, which is the description of Yemoja/Yemaya, in blue as was my maternal grandmother, maria

and all on one day: today. early morning hours to now. actually, in this twelve hour span: from beginning 1:30am or so...

then to hear about Obatala Chasing/ complete and total with his wife Yemaya. what i failed to say in the lines above is that is one of three most often called about me: Yemaya/Yemoja/Oshun...not forgetting Oya Ozy's favorite for me, form of me, his most common experience of me "easy maves" lol

smh.

um hm

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and if i am to match this recognition to the revelation vision i had this morning and got up to write at 2:22....

"then i began to think of myself and how i can move on so many plans of mine dashed. then i decided having lain there for so long to get up and write some of it down. when i turned on the light and checked the time it was 2;22. i began to write a vision, intention, a kindness, an embodiment. a myth creation for myself to step into. not long, just bullet points and on one page in my journal. 2:22 was a number that gravitated to me at the beginning of this year. for some reason it symbolized the two other people and myself I was to build lives with. they are no longer.

the vision was for me to do for others what i did for this very ungrateful hateful soul. a public enabler. i even envisioned this brass pot for money where people placed their givings and atop it was a vessel of fire and incense, coals and other cleansers smoking the money, burning its evil, its darkness, transforming it into goodness..

and then i close. decided to come on here. and see this. a plan for abundance.
coincidence? or real synchronicity of the universe reinforcing the path"

i wonder what embodiment am i being pulled to...?

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your life and experiences really are not personal.
and that is more than just a feel good saying it is real
if you come to understand the magnitude of the one truth that we have all been here before. that the person and persona we inhabit now, in this dimension is another previous and in an alter place, we will see the dance we move this time and space is not about us, but about the many lives lived and gone before us. It is about the people hinging on those dynamics...so

when i post about yemaya and obatala...i was recognizing through a friend's reading who me and chase is and was...and i told myself, i really need to stop cussing up obatala meaning this life chase...and that is when it hit me . we are not living ourselves we are living our past lives, our past oris, past dynamics, past histories, cultures, characters, stories. this is not about me and him...but an ongoing thread. the story is not this moment and time this lifetime. it is bigger than that, so in short it is not this but more

wow
and i still dont think i explained it clearly

"Her stylish blue and crystal skirts billow in wave-like motions. One of the ORISHAS, she is a sensuous, slow-moving figure, just like the water she represents. Very calm and soothing for birthing situations. But she has a curious aversion to salt — so she will float over the ocean but not in it.

YEMAYA is also a Moon Goddess and the number seven has special significance for her.

We don't like to gossip, but her husband OBATALA has a shady past — he created mankind under less than reputable circumstances. Still, that's all water under the bridge now."

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HMm!

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• Devindra Partap: " Maven I dreamt I met one of them by the sea"

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Maven Huggins: "" which one? describe them?"

or rather Devindra, tell me about the dream

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Devindra Partap: "Well in the dream I was by the sea shore on a very very beautiful beach. and there were these two African women..one was slim and one was kinda chubby..the sea was polluted with all sorts of garbage and dangerous creatures..the thick woman called me into the water..put her hand over my head and muttered something whilst the slim woman was nearby. .at first I was afraid because of the sharks jellyfish and garbage in the water..but then i felt myself relax..that was when i woke up"

• Devindra Partap: "The slim one was as you described in your status"

• Maven Huggins: " wow. Devindra.
  and what is your interpretation of that dream?
  and why and how it is they send you to drop a drop in the whole scheme of the web weaving? see my last post...and see the part about the pot of money to collect under another urn of perpetual fire to cleans people's hands and intentions to make way for their higher manifestations...and read you about the mama cleansing and transforming the water. you come with a different walking of the same sense and feeling; role: to transform what is dirty to clean and convoluted to clear to serene (relaxed)
  
  i am curious to hear your interpretation of that dream"