Where the Lost Black Female God You

the thought that just roused me out of my slumber journey, running since i came home at 3:30am the night before.

i first realize that sleep is meditation for me. prayer and creative visualization techniques, in addition to my spiritual practices of astral travel and engagement with entities, ancestors, past lives and the seeking of answers and resolve/

i then wonder if that is the reason why there is such negativity and negative labelling toward people who sleep late or long and the tag of 'lazy'. do they want you with all that time to be well and healthy? sane and centered? if you are tired do you have time to oppose anything or just zombie like make it to the next. just a thought. it aint lazy or laziness. it is another and high form of self care.

now here is the thought that make me wake up:

{If black people are suffering because they pray to a god that is not them; not mirrored to them, they pray and engage the god of their enemy, the god of their enslavers and subjugators. ...what then of women? how are they to find and tap and live their power when there is no entity like them, about them.; no them. so you too are praying to those who would disembody, disembowel, lobotomize you in obedience and paralysis?}

i think this is a boom moment. sonar sonic boom

and it probably aint all that. there is the sacred feminine after all and its intentional destruction

snatches of dreams come at me. i was at a family picnic with fay ann. my aunt was there, and my uncle pat my godfather and mother's brother, who was one of the 'teachers' mama, his mother, in an astral dream said, "teacher say you well smart"-- who is deceased/ a mix of the alive and dead? at an old farm house, that was red, and we were on a platform gallery kind, and the tables and most people were down on the ground

good morning