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Sunday, February 12, 2012
Whitney ~ Stars Fall From the Sky
Whitney died at 48. I just turned 47 on Monday past, February 6th
"Let Whitney tribute Whitney.
www.youtube.com
Music video by Whitney Houston performing My Love Is Your Love. (C) 1998 Arista Records, Inc.
Nandi Keyi-Ogunlade I feel the same way. Totally amazed that I feel this profound sadness at this.
Melville Foster It's like taking an ax and destroying a Steinway.
Malcolm Arnold some one who has touched the very soul of so many will always be mourned --as it should be Let us celebrate her and the star she reached and not concentrate on her individual human struggles
Richard Ian Jay for potential unrealized.
Malcolm Arnold The old man , " Master have I learnt all my lessons in life ? Master " no my son you are still alive ! she reached her full potential
Maven Huggins was just thinking of that but not in that way. i did actually realize there was no more road for her to reach. i did realize unless she fixed herself even if alive she was not going to create any more muse or anything for that matter, it appears; and then i twas stunning that could be so for a mere 48 year old with such a voice
I see one thing..how us humans tell ourselves stories for what we do not know and cant understand/ but likewise, for trying to posit fill in and complete stories...when they just may be dangling threads
Malcolm Arnold ANd , do we need to know all .Where knowing finishes FAITH starts
Malcolm Arnold and this is our own personal version of FAITH . NOT blind faith following another's words or explanations
Chris Love Because, regardless of color and gender, it grieves us to see someone who had the capacity to shine so brightly, to lighten us with music; someone who had such incredible control of voice, give in to the quicksand of dark people who suck others dry and leave them as a shell of what they once were.
Maven Huggins funny too
I had to stifle the impetus to get up and run...run tell dat...through the streets...like paul riveire..and had to remember where I was and who I am around...
i feel this is kind of a second michael jackson but not really...she was never as deep as he...just another tragic black chick, with talent blown
and some of us are struggling to make it. others blow it . on their backs, through their nose, by their choices. gdmanit
May Whitney Houston's soul rest peacefully. She spread so much light: I remember that early video of her in the white dress singing "The Greatest Love," and it was like she was an angel. Gratitude and praise for her existence, and prayers that she find happiness now. On the human plane a true tragedy, but here's to knowing that God gets the final say...
Maven Huggins
girl, i am just sitting here trying to process...the palpable ache in my soul. you bring the exact words.
then it gets me to thinking how we better know and learn what is pain and what to do /how to treat with it, lest it destroys us, either quickly or slowly...
know how to be at peace at all and everything, in every moment. attached to nothing, either or.
and I have learned from walking on the dark side, having to go there for loved ones, that happiness nor peace is not promised in transition or death. Many who pass on are roaming this earth, tormented, unawares, struggling to get back. I do not make up what I am writing...i lived it with my brother, the one who passed in 1988.>>>
But love you Chantalle for sharing..in any case, no matter what it is, we have no power, and I do as in all things, give it to a higHer Power and the Light...
I think of my brokenheartedness and think of those her crew, friends and family as they circle a shot at the beverly hills hotel, aljazeera
Maven Huggins shared a link.
www.youtube.com
Music video by Whitney Houston performing It's Not Right But It's Okay. (C) 1999 Arista Records Inc.
Masego Makepe Yes. She should have left Bobby after 72 days of marriage. He introduced her to all this poison. Her music changed too reflecting the mess she was in. But like most women she stayed too long to her demise, making excuses for herself...I mean, how can it not be rite but be ok. Hell no. Ke tshaba Satan!
Maven Huggins hey. i just happy there are more harsh truth writers than I/ I agree
see I wrote that black folk need an intervention; and perhaps black women in particular. see how common this story. anyway you want to dice or slice: Bad Choices, Bad Associations, A Sliding Slope to Destruction and the JoyTrauma of the Demons all the Happy way ..
how do we make peace with the conditions and experiences about us?
Whitney died at 48. I just turned 47 on Monday past, February 6th
"Let Whitney tribute Whitney.
www.youtube.com
Music video by Whitney Houston performing My Love Is Your Love. (C) 1998 Arista Records, Inc.
Nandi Keyi-Ogunlade I feel the same way. Totally amazed that I feel this profound sadness at this.
Melville Foster It's like taking an ax and destroying a Steinway.
Malcolm Arnold some one who has touched the very soul of so many will always be mourned --as it should be Let us celebrate her and the star she reached and not concentrate on her individual human struggles
Richard Ian Jay for potential unrealized.
Malcolm Arnold The old man , " Master have I learnt all my lessons in life ? Master " no my son you are still alive ! she reached her full potential
Maven Huggins was just thinking of that but not in that way. i did actually realize there was no more road for her to reach. i did realize unless she fixed herself even if alive she was not going to create any more muse or anything for that matter, it appears; and then i twas stunning that could be so for a mere 48 year old with such a voice
I see one thing..how us humans tell ourselves stories for what we do not know and cant understand/ but likewise, for trying to posit fill in and complete stories...when they just may be dangling threads
Malcolm Arnold ANd , do we need to know all .Where knowing finishes FAITH starts
Malcolm Arnold and this is our own personal version of FAITH . NOT blind faith following another's words or explanations
Chris Love Because, regardless of color and gender, it grieves us to see someone who had the capacity to shine so brightly, to lighten us with music; someone who had such incredible control of voice, give in to the quicksand of dark people who suck others dry and leave them as a shell of what they once were.
Maven Huggins funny too
I had to stifle the impetus to get up and run...run tell dat...through the streets...like paul riveire..and had to remember where I was and who I am around...
i feel this is kind of a second michael jackson but not really...she was never as deep as he...just another tragic black chick, with talent blown
and some of us are struggling to make it. others blow it . on their backs, through their nose, by their choices. gdmanit
May Whitney Houston's soul rest peacefully. She spread so much light: I remember that early video of her in the white dress singing "The Greatest Love," and it was like she was an angel. Gratitude and praise for her existence, and prayers that she find happiness now. On the human plane a true tragedy, but here's to knowing that God gets the final say...
Maven Huggins
girl, i am just sitting here trying to process...the palpable ache in my soul. you bring the exact words.
then it gets me to thinking how we better know and learn what is pain and what to do /how to treat with it, lest it destroys us, either quickly or slowly...
know how to be at peace at all and everything, in every moment. attached to nothing, either or.
and I have learned from walking on the dark side, having to go there for loved ones, that happiness nor peace is not promised in transition or death. Many who pass on are roaming this earth, tormented, unawares, struggling to get back. I do not make up what I am writing...i lived it with my brother, the one who passed in 1988.>>>
But love you Chantalle for sharing..in any case, no matter what it is, we have no power, and I do as in all things, give it to a higHer Power and the Light...
I think of my brokenheartedness and think of those her crew, friends and family as they circle a shot at the beverly hills hotel, aljazeera
Maven Huggins shared a link.
www.youtube.com
Music video by Whitney Houston performing It's Not Right But It's Okay. (C) 1999 Arista Records Inc.
Masego Makepe Yes. She should have left Bobby after 72 days of marriage. He introduced her to all this poison. Her music changed too reflecting the mess she was in. But like most women she stayed too long to her demise, making excuses for herself...I mean, how can it not be rite but be ok. Hell no. Ke tshaba Satan!
Maven Huggins hey. i just happy there are more harsh truth writers than I/ I agree
see I wrote that black folk need an intervention; and perhaps black women in particular. see how common this story. anyway you want to dice or slice: Bad Choices, Bad Associations, A Sliding Slope to Destruction and the JoyTrauma of the Demons all the Happy way ..
how do we make peace with the conditions and experiences about us?
"Let Whitney tribute Whitney.
www.youtube.com
Music video by Whitney Houston performing My Love Is Your Love. (C) 1998 Arista Records, Inc.
Nandi Keyi-Ogunlade I feel the same way. Totally amazed that I feel this profound sadness at this.
Melville Foster It's like taking an ax and destroying a Steinway.
Malcolm Arnold some one who has touched the very soul of so many will always be mourned --as it should be Let us celebrate her and the star she reached and not concentrate on her individual human struggles
Richard Ian Jay for potential unrealized.
Malcolm Arnold The old man , " Master have I learnt all my lessons in life ? Master " no my son you are still alive ! she reached her full potential
Maven Huggins was just thinking of that but not in that way. i did actually realize there was no more road for her to reach. i did realize unless she fixed herself even if alive she was not going to create any more muse or anything for that matter, it appears; and then i twas stunning that could be so for a mere 48 year old with such a voice
I see one thing..how us humans tell ourselves stories for what we do not know and cant understand/ but likewise, for trying to posit fill in and complete stories...when they just may be dangling threads
Malcolm Arnold ANd , do we need to know all .Where knowing finishes FAITH starts
Malcolm Arnold and this is our own personal version of FAITH . NOT blind faith following another's words or explanations
Chris Love Because, regardless of color and gender, it grieves us to see someone who had the capacity to shine so brightly, to lighten us with music; someone who had such incredible control of voice, give in to the quicksand of dark people who suck others dry and leave them as a shell of what they once were.
I had to stifle the impetus to get up and run...run tell dat...through the streets...like paul riveire..and had to remember where I was and who I am around...
i feel this is kind of a second michael jackson but not really...she was never as deep as he...just another tragic black chick, with talent blown
and some of us are struggling to make it. others blow it . on their backs, through their nose, by their choices. gdmanit
May Whitney Houston's soul rest peacefully. She spread so much light: I remember that early video of her in the white dress singing "The Greatest Love," and it was like she was an angel. Gratitude and praise for her existence, and prayers that she find happiness now. On the human plane a true tragedy, but here's to knowing that God gets the final say...
Maven Huggins
girl, i am just sitting here trying to process...the palpable ache in my soul. you bring the exact words.
then it gets me to thinking how we better know and learn what is pain and what to do /how to treat with it, lest it destroys us, either quickly or slowly...
know how to be at peace at all and everything, in every moment. attached to nothing, either or.
and I have learned from walking on the dark side, having to go there for loved ones, that happiness nor peace is not promised in transition or death. Many who pass on are roaming this earth, tormented, unawares, struggling to get back. I do not make up what I am writing...i lived it with my brother, the one who passed in 1988.>>>
But love you Chantalle for sharing..in any case, no matter what it is, we have no power, and I do as in all things, give it to a higHer Power and the Light...
I think of my brokenheartedness and think of those her crew, friends and family as they circle a shot at the beverly hills hotel, aljazeera
Maven Huggins shared a link.
www.youtube.com
Music video by Whitney Houston performing It's Not Right But It's Okay. (C) 1999 Arista Records Inc.
Masego Makepe Yes. She should have left Bobby after 72 days of marriage. He introduced her to all this poison. Her music changed too reflecting the mess she was in. But like most women she stayed too long to her demise, making excuses for herself...I mean, how can it not be rite but be ok. Hell no. Ke tshaba Satan!
Maven Huggins hey. i just happy there are more harsh truth writers than I/ I agree
see I wrote that black folk need an intervention; and perhaps black women in particular. see how common this story. anyway you want to dice or slice: Bad Choices, Bad Associations, A Sliding Slope to Destruction and the JoyTrauma of the Demons all the Happy way ..
how do we make peace with the conditions and experiences about us?
Maven Huggins hm. i like your words...i can stand with them. In them. But i take the lesson, did so a long time ago, actually, to be extra careful with who I associate, assign, take in; to watch my choices, my paths...I was always afraid of catching a demise or destroying another, particularly in the case of having a child. I always thought something was wrong with me to be so careful about unperceived consequences, but I learned early I guess the case of unintended consequences and how immovable and irreversible they can be.
and that has been the path and the lesson here..
"I have deep and tumultuous affairs of my own to scrutinize and understand, my own vices to battle, my own struggle with balancing being eccentric with what is acceptable, normal and even celebrated."
I want to say "Yes" to your quote and continue with..."but let them and nothing destroy me"...I even channeled that last night when I posted about dealing with pain; knowing what to do and how to do that it is not our march to death...but the truth is dear Kahshanna, and I feel I can take the liberty to share my inner journey with you on your posts, I dont even do 'tumultuous", I live in a country where women regularly and daily pay for that mistake at the hands of their men...and not in the indirect way of Whitney either; but at direct violence
Its deep/ but i write cause i love the compassion you share here
♥
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
From Piers Morgan TV SHow
Singer-songwriter Chaka Khan first recorded the single "I'm Every Woman," a song Houston took to new heights 15 years later. Calling the late star her "little sister," Chaka Khan questions the decision to proceed with Clive Davis' annual pre-Grammy party just hours after Houston's passing:
"I thought that was complete insanity," Chaka Khan tells Morgan. "I don't know what could motivate a person, to have a party, in a building, where the person, whose life he had influenced so enormously, and whose life had been affected by her...I don't understand how that party went on."
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
To See The Myth of All Things - Black History Month
iI Am and of The Journey People of The African Continent and its Islands
Some of us may even be from other plats and Planets, Interspecies
As such, my history predates the minute men and subjugators
Even though I may have largely personally escaped, I am still shackled by the least or those still, all unknown, without and within my gaze
Thus, my story exceeds a month of telling, much less so to even gather, and never in all these days, decades and centuries, been known or compiled by their various end threads. Farther and Further still, Truth
I am Not Black. Melanin itself is not; Those, they were created on your shores, under your economy and its lands creations. Not the start of my timeline.
In fact, we traveled, flew, sailed, moored and returned back a few times before you were born.
I came with the One Mother who birthed you, surely, surrey, you would see the folly of the child trying to write to limit the story of the ancients, beyond its suckling breasts, even.
Having come before you, I know Life. In your passion for self destruction and the patterns of mental illnesses of full sociopsychopathological dynamics, I shall also remain after you.
Place and Know yourself. I stand outside your Games and Annihilation Myths
"Half the Story has never been told" A man told me that on Monday, and he was neither citing Bob, nor the bible, but speaking what he lived with his own blood call and life.
from the Stone of Sincerity
Part TWO
www.youtube.comMOONSHOES : THE NEW FRENCH SOUND OF BLUE-EYED SOUL Produced, composed, performed, arranged, recorded & mixed by Gilles Paulet. Discover the Video : MOONSHOES...
Some of us may even be from other plats and Planets, Interspecies
As such, my history predates the minute men and subjugators
Even though I may have largely personally escaped, I am still shackled by the least or those still, all unknown, without and within my gaze
Thus, my story exceeds a month of telling, much less so to even gather, and never in all these days, decades and centuries, been known or compiled by their various end threads. Farther and Further still, Truth
I am Not Black. Melanin itself is not; Those, they were created on your shores, under your economy and its lands creations. Not the start of my timeline.
In fact, we traveled, flew, sailed, moored and returned back a few times before you were born.
I came with the One Mother who birthed you, surely, surrey, you would see the folly of the child trying to write to limit the story of the ancients, beyond its suckling breasts, even.
Having come before you, I know Life. In your passion for self destruction and the patterns of mental illnesses of full sociopsychopathological dynamics, I shall also remain after you.
Place and Know yourself. I stand outside your Games and Annihilation Myths
"Half the Story has never been told" A man told me that on Monday, and he was neither citing Bob, nor the bible, but speaking what he lived with his own blood call and life.
from the Stone of Sincerity
Part TWO
www.youtube.com
MOONSHOES : THE NEW FRENCH SOUND OF BLUE-EYED SOUL Produced, composed, performed, arranged, recorded & mixed by Gilles Paulet. Discover the Video : MOONSHOES...
Monday, January 30, 2012
33. January 30, 2012
Large granite sphinx bearing the likeness of the pharaoh Hatshepsut, depicted with the traditional false beard, a symbol of her pharaonic power
Maven Huggins
Maven Huggins
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
a former self
at the age of 46, in the year 2012, right after the holidays, I experienced something novel
Acne. on what was flawless perfect skin for all my years; skin that most people noticed and those who were blessed to touch would remark as the softest ever. Right now I still hear that from my niece, when ever she hugs me.
It happened once, in the early part of January. It is still January. Monday January 30, 2012.
It happened during my menses. It broke out first on my back in bumps not clear whether heat, rash, acne, bacteria or virus. But the doctor diagnosed as acne. A young chap who has been right on -on all the issues i have had to see him for through the last six months it seems like.
i actually noticed and was quite unhappy to realize that I have spent so much time with him in recent months but then turned it in to fortune to realize at least I had a doctor to go to and one so skilled to be correct on all his diagnosis and treatments, so i decided to relax But really, I dont have issues like that and so many in such a short time.
he did tell me I was allergic to my environment. which was shock enough. my body is not happy where it is, in the room it is in, in the house it is in, in the neighborhood, city and country it is in. that is crisis enough that i seemingly have no control over. and now, more to add to that category
so to note the date. and yesterday i noticed my face in slight heat bumps late into the night, around this same time yesterday. I noted it. Tonight, same thing but a bit more emphasized with about three small pimples. which i popped. and applied ClearZit mixed with my facial Vit E cream. Hopefully it helps .
but the point of this writing is my realization the changes of later womanhood life. dealing with the matter allowed me to flip back into a series of changes and incidences in recent years. I always had trouble with my underarm deodorant. Going back in time, the stopped lasting long. I had to change them every few months or so until over the counter products stopped working. They would not stop my perspiration nor my odor and in fact the former created a foul latter All matters I never dealt with during my adult life. It ended up with crystals and they too failed. I now have to wax every week, and parafen oil helps to sequester the problem, both perspiration and odor, but I also realize the incidences or comfort follows its own whims and trends. Sometimes I am fine, sometimes I am bothered. In any case, I realized the underarm thing is connected to the acne, and both relate to a woman who approaches menopause. This is my premenopausal phenomenon.
And you know the case is individualized and specific to each woman, it evolves and emerges and shows up in specific ways. there is no set condition across the board. So when i had the acne earlier this month, and doing research to understand how i can have acne, i learned of menopausal acne. and that acne is created by a bacteria. I never knew that. did you know that> and so the antibiotics I was given worked splendidly, worked in ten days when i had a fourteen day supply and i stopped it at day eleven. I am glad I did. So now realizing a trend appears to be emerging and I do have a second incidence of acne with my menses that is to arrive within days..I see the need to develop a protocol. I also tonight decided to write about it. A black wombmyn in her menopausal journey. Tonight I applied the topical. I am monitoring it to see when i have a full blown blow out of acne to begin this cycle's antibiotics..And see how long this lasts
dali's book transforming into a woman...i think i might be a woman transforming into a book
But while showering, I realized this is another area in life in which one has no control: the shifts and changes of aging and process of morphing through the stages of life. And what is odd is that I really was hoping to have a child, if not children. Two or three boys and a girl. Or just one child. I somehow got it in my head that i am to make and prepare boys. Partly because I was twice with child and in a dream, in hindsight was informed they were boys. One my brother who had died and was trying to come back to life; the other was his Italian godbrother, or how I knew him. at least that was the name of the being who came to me, and the only Vincent I ever knew was Junior's brother. But both times I chose not to be a single mother and not to bring children into the world who their father did not want. But i was naive and stupid and full of doubt back then and not realizing that men could want a child and abandon them after...but such is my lot. So i was waiting to see if I would be blessed again. And even though I look 28, my body, my womb is indeed 47, will be in a three weeks. and it is battle weary. The beloved has undergone three radical and extreme myomectomies but still works like a swiss watch crystal rolex chronograph. It has been good to me. I apologize to the ancestors, it, myself ad the future, my job, my purpose and destiny if it was to bring those children in and I denied them. Supposedly the curse put on my life for those choices have been exacted and it is what I have been living...with grace
but here it is now...monitoring and experiencing yet another change. I wish it could be scar free. I wish it could be graceful and seamless. I wish i could enjoy the same flawless beauty i have been..but what is given to me and how is what i have to ride with...and try to make and be the best I can...so here. see me arming myself with what i can and deciding stress not be a factor or contributor.
i will write more as it occurs.
<3
Love to me.
My old self.
My former self
the self of the interspace
and the new self to be.
<3
Acne. on what was flawless perfect skin for all my years; skin that most people noticed and those who were blessed to touch would remark as the softest ever. Right now I still hear that from my niece, when ever she hugs me.
It happened once, in the early part of January. It is still January. Monday January 30, 2012.
It happened during my menses. It broke out first on my back in bumps not clear whether heat, rash, acne, bacteria or virus. But the doctor diagnosed as acne. A young chap who has been right on -on all the issues i have had to see him for through the last six months it seems like.
i actually noticed and was quite unhappy to realize that I have spent so much time with him in recent months but then turned it in to fortune to realize at least I had a doctor to go to and one so skilled to be correct on all his diagnosis and treatments, so i decided to relax But really, I dont have issues like that and so many in such a short time.
he did tell me I was allergic to my environment. which was shock enough. my body is not happy where it is, in the room it is in, in the house it is in, in the neighborhood, city and country it is in. that is crisis enough that i seemingly have no control over. and now, more to add to that category
so to note the date. and yesterday i noticed my face in slight heat bumps late into the night, around this same time yesterday. I noted it. Tonight, same thing but a bit more emphasized with about three small pimples. which i popped. and applied ClearZit mixed with my facial Vit E cream. Hopefully it helps .
but the point of this writing is my realization the changes of later womanhood life. dealing with the matter allowed me to flip back into a series of changes and incidences in recent years. I always had trouble with my underarm deodorant. Going back in time, the stopped lasting long. I had to change them every few months or so until over the counter products stopped working. They would not stop my perspiration nor my odor and in fact the former created a foul latter All matters I never dealt with during my adult life. It ended up with crystals and they too failed. I now have to wax every week, and parafen oil helps to sequester the problem, both perspiration and odor, but I also realize the incidences or comfort follows its own whims and trends. Sometimes I am fine, sometimes I am bothered. In any case, I realized the underarm thing is connected to the acne, and both relate to a woman who approaches menopause. This is my premenopausal phenomenon.
And you know the case is individualized and specific to each woman, it evolves and emerges and shows up in specific ways. there is no set condition across the board. So when i had the acne earlier this month, and doing research to understand how i can have acne, i learned of menopausal acne. and that acne is created by a bacteria. I never knew that. did you know that> and so the antibiotics I was given worked splendidly, worked in ten days when i had a fourteen day supply and i stopped it at day eleven. I am glad I did. So now realizing a trend appears to be emerging and I do have a second incidence of acne with my menses that is to arrive within days..I see the need to develop a protocol. I also tonight decided to write about it. A black wombmyn in her menopausal journey. Tonight I applied the topical. I am monitoring it to see when i have a full blown blow out of acne to begin this cycle's antibiotics..And see how long this lasts
dali's book transforming into a woman...i think i might be a woman transforming into a book
But while showering, I realized this is another area in life in which one has no control: the shifts and changes of aging and process of morphing through the stages of life. And what is odd is that I really was hoping to have a child, if not children. Two or three boys and a girl. Or just one child. I somehow got it in my head that i am to make and prepare boys. Partly because I was twice with child and in a dream, in hindsight was informed they were boys. One my brother who had died and was trying to come back to life; the other was his Italian godbrother, or how I knew him. at least that was the name of the being who came to me, and the only Vincent I ever knew was Junior's brother. But both times I chose not to be a single mother and not to bring children into the world who their father did not want. But i was naive and stupid and full of doubt back then and not realizing that men could want a child and abandon them after...but such is my lot. So i was waiting to see if I would be blessed again. And even though I look 28, my body, my womb is indeed 47, will be in a three weeks. and it is battle weary. The beloved has undergone three radical and extreme myomectomies but still works like a swiss watch crystal rolex chronograph. It has been good to me. I apologize to the ancestors, it, myself ad the future, my job, my purpose and destiny if it was to bring those children in and I denied them. Supposedly the curse put on my life for those choices have been exacted and it is what I have been living...with grace
but here it is now...monitoring and experiencing yet another change. I wish it could be scar free. I wish it could be graceful and seamless. I wish i could enjoy the same flawless beauty i have been..but what is given to me and how is what i have to ride with...and try to make and be the best I can...so here. see me arming myself with what i can and deciding stress not be a factor or contributor.
i will write more as it occurs.
<3
Love to me.
My old self.
My former self
the self of the interspace
and the new self to be.
<3
Saturday, January 28, 2012
jah what to call it?
like i am literally sitting at the bank of the universal river watching the omniverse float by. I did have a weird night of amazing dreams, different scenes, unconnected dynamics, and perhaps feel all of me did not return in my awakening...part of me is still there, wandering.wondering. floating
Another weird piece, my hesitation to write. here. and wondering where I can write now. One is not sure to get their Facebook record as I have always assured myself I will have and get; i stopped journaling as i used to; daily, multiple times even; and my blog, I now am confused as to content ... proof of my total discombobulation. Where to write? 'Write any damn where' used to be my thought and fk whomever thinks I am writing too much or personally...so what is this new concern?
When I woke up, the day so bright and beautiful I turned, twisted, and decided for an hour , packing as if i was going to the holiday home: my journal, my laptop mini, and my novel with reading glasses. Closed the front gate as I always do when I am in the yard. moved my furniture to accommodate my planting, only to get sweaty with all that turn and twist. So a shower, Then AC. Then sat down with the laptop thinking I needed to put my thoughts down. Never did. Started Browsing.
only now, two hours later, do i start to write. and only to say, my head is brimming from last night, but where to write; having trouble writing today
in the dream, family had to call the police for the sociopsychopath.
it appears we lived in a high rise penthouse, many rooms and offices in this one suite.
people and faces I did not know.
i came home and asked what is going on
consoled the mother which was and is an amazing feat
both our mother could not take that "breaking down" so she left the room
the implication was that usually the truth and trauma of this whole thing is usually not spoken, totally submerged
it was the future implied, but yet, it was right now
I feel more happened in that dream that I recall to say, tell myself or document
in another dream
I sat down to eat, seemingly at an outdoor restaurant
between two men, two big strapping men, more silent than anything
one appeared to be my lover and mate, for whom I relit a cigar, the other just as close a friend/buddy/protector to me and us, was having a stack of meat and seafood in one plate., We all marveled and asked him to lift it..under a steak was a lobster and a huge fish filet
but despite the food, I woke up thinking about those men
i dont see men like that anymore.
i dont have any man like that in my life now
and i remember saying to myself, "men more silent" than anything else
and it is code for so much
code for non whiny talking bitching gossiping men
Men of vim and vigor, stalwart and character
men who are as gentle as you know not to even have a thought to slide wrong
it was interesting
i think i also feel different
like i further am removed from where i was and how i stand and what i am about
and the dreams of projecting, visioning, planning and preparing...that is amusing
not sure what will materialize, if nothing. but grateful for the dance of the thing..the broaching of what is possible. to know the next card will be more again. pass go
the day itself seems odd to me.
quiet, for the most part. sensual in a way that makes no sense
and as I struggle for words another memory from last night this morning pops up
reflecting on Vlad's Sigh and his Moruga exposition...and the focus on the green and someone else saying it is green imbued with sinister...and I remember thinking to myself this morning..how much dark work and nonscience~nonsense the ignorant foment...it is all spirit an.d alter world they conjure up to do a bidding and then those beings are left to roam. we reap the rampage unknown
a desolation of travels...So i think perhaps, I have had more thoughts on a precipice, traveled to more places that my body could recall at one time, in just a twelve hour time lapse, and now I am sitting with it all, looking and watching to see what time I collect/recollect myself
...a steed galloping the alter worlds...more speed than the experiences can catch up/stay with
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AfterPoint
while i was writing this blogpost, a friend sent me an inbox message
He had told me earlier in the week that "I am a Kabbalist" and "I am connected and dont know it"
So I asked him to write me much about what he indicated
This was his offer/
"Frandy La France
- Hello Maven. Let's see how much I can write in one message. I will start off with Spirituality. It doesn't matter what religion or belief system you are in. The truth will be hidden ,so you have to play hide and seek. The truth will be hidden to those with heavy hearts. But here and there Truth will attempt to reveal herself to those with heavy hearts . So that transformation can begin . Yes I said her as in feminine. Truth is a feminine aspect. Truth is an entity of her own. Truth is love. That is one of the reason mothers are so loved. Kabbalah , is the esoteric truth of what you read in what they called the the holy bible. Moses, Jesus, Muhammad was all Kabbalist. Just to name a few. They all practiced live for your fellow man , just like the Dalai Lama in our current. Time. When you open yourself to love and transformation of yourself. Truth will be there to clear your eyes of the smoke. And you will see things for what. They truly are. Nothing will not be taboo to your mind anymore. You are someone that is spiritually elevated. You just need some tools to crack the lock open. I believe this is from your pass life. You want to go further but , something seems to get in your way. Don't stop ,those are your breakthrough points. The Tree of Life that we all are connected too . We all are one , its are egos that brings us humans pain and suffering and separation. There are many books that give light to the situation. Like the Secret. There are two the one that speak of the outer things you can do to change and then there is the Kabbalah book of the Secret. Which show the spiritual aspect of what wee song and need to do. The have that oneness with the God in you . That is the true essence of all spiritual work . To become one with the mind body and spirit of God. Have a splendid day Maven."
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Fascinating enough, Frandy could be the guy in the dream who was eating the stack of meat and seafood. Totally. I mean, what I am saying, is that i sense it is him. Before the person had no face no color, no determinant other than big and apparent. Now, with this mail and me posting it here. I see Frandy in the dream
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Michelle Obama: Black Woman at the Frontlines of the Attack on Black Womanhood * Edited
Kathleen Wells
www.washingtonpost.com
In a nationwide survey by The Washington Post and the Kaiser Family Foundation, black women see Michelle Obama as a role model whose values and challenges mirror their own.
Maven Huggins
yes we do. and I think interestingly enough, we have not got to her defense, been her shield or stood with her enough...i mean, think of her in monkey face, think of the book, recently...i did not hear anyone state that is happening to Michelle, because that is what the establishment and white male supremacist dominant patriarchy does to all black women; the nuance based on position and class.
Have you seen this work? Or have I missed it? Or am I correct that it was not done?
Have you seen this work? Or have I missed it? Or am I correct that it was not done?
Maven Huggins hm. the only thing I got close to..is the interview with the author and the media person on CNN.. that I did not see,.that everyone after wondered if the journalist went in too hard, but in my view, she never dealt wtih the issue head on...as in , "is this another black woman lynching, dehumanizing and stripping?"
but it would have been inappropriate too, kind of like bringing a water hose at the wrong fire when a bucket will do
But someone , some one of us Dark Skinned Black Sharp Knowledgeable Black Women Scholars/Activist/Academics, need to lead and open up this discussion...that integrates:
1/ the whole international stripping and dehumanizing of black woman identity
2/ the rampant pervasive epidemic of writing about black woman pathology: not good looking, not chosen, not marriageable, the black misogyny by black men, the bitch and ho framework, applied totally...etc etc.
3/ the treatment of the first lady, extreme to monkey face, subtle to comments about her butt, arms, body...like we are right back to the slave block, even at the house the slaves built
the irony and complexity is a bit too much to take in.
We need someone, a female Tavis and Cornel to take our interests on.
The Black Men aint gonna do it. We are as invisible to them as any white man...I had a very conscious, awake brother begin to go wrong with me and challenge my posting that Michelle Obama is a worthy model ( i came to that recognition) for all us Black women:
Married to a worthy man...she chose right...Not Politically Speaking but in terms of Personal dynamics Only: a man who chose a dark black woman, loves her to the end of the universe, which does not exist, and loyal to his family and girls. Show me some black men like that. There are not many. There are more prominent black men with other if not white women
She is schooled, educated and intelligent. She self actualized her self
She has the Grace of God. Have you ever seen that woman bother to defend her self or to attack her perpetrators.
Unbelievable.
Sigh.
My heart is heavy these days. Even as I see the good and cling to it
Kathleen Wells We all see it, Maven -- you are not alone.
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January 20, 2012
Maven Huggins
by: Maven Huggins
Maven Huggins tell me bout it bout it Frandy,...i am surprised folk have not created a Social ProBlack ProAfrican ProAfricanAmerican WombMan Campaign around Michelle to combat the Black Woman Hating that has become rampant in recent years.
I am trying to start it right here. Right now. and looking for folk who will help me take it to the next and upper levels
Maven Huggins well is a damn good thing that wasnt my criteria eh...
"Being at the top of any social ladder"
second of all, is a real damn good thing I gave the caveat "that Policies have nothing to do with this position, choice and campaign
READ
Man of Character as it Relates to Family, his dedication as a black man to Family, his love and adoration for His Wife and Girl Children.
Well, when you do your ProBlack Pro African ProAfrican American Woman Campaign, Choose Cynthia Mckinley, but you all lose all kinds of points with me, when I talk Ocean and you want to bring Air to my Party
scene?
This was not posted for a debate and i find it so interesting...who shows up to contest and engage
The Entitlement and Privilege you are showing i would suggest requires some self Checking
Maven Huggins i needed to emphasize a Man who chose a Black Wife, and his commitment and adoration to that Black Woman who has been vilified, put in monkey face and all manner of dehumanized...did you ever raise your voice against that Tyehimba? Anywhere?
and that is a rhetorical question eh. please. thankis I dont need an answer
Maven Huggins aye aye. Tyehimba Salandy delete his comment? I wasnt looking for you to do that Tyehimba...
I cant find that iconic early picture of them hugging up in the southside of Chicago: nobodies, at the bottom, but still beaming with love...that is what I am talking about, regaling and lifting up..
Maven Huggins Bless. Bless Bless. Thank you!!!
When we open the floor on politics, which I wont, cause i know the beast, mindset and ideology they come with...but this wasnt about that...and it is about lifting up the best of black womanhood..in this western white supremacist hemisphere, where black men choose many and much beyond a chocolate sister, and to do so with commitment, adoration, respect and love still after so many years...show me some other such models that appear as authentic and then i will consider..
Further, Tye, this is beyond woman-based model campaign, and i do take issue to how you write that, but i dont have time with pissant issues...this is a small and cornered attempt to fight against the dehumanization and pathology they persist on painting this woman and by dint, me...and it is not any imagination on my part. do a google search on black woman and see the stories that come up just from 2011 alone: unmarriageable, angry, attitude, ugly, not chosen on dating sites. naked, exploited and self exploiting...on and on and on...
and yes, it was spurred by Obama singing a bar of Al Green. any black man who will sing me Al Green, wins...
I am learning for the first time in my life...the value of compartmentalization...something I believe men have taken the liberty to do since time memorial/immemorial
Peace/
Maven Huggins i apologize for persisting Tyehimba, but i feel there are some real things here to interrogate that because of who you are and what you say you are about require that i point it out
I find it interesting that you merely say woman when i am specifically dealing with black woman-ness and how it is vilified normally, which is what this post is trying to combat
For you to oversight that screams
then i want to ask something...growing up...did you sing the international campaign, "i want to be like Mike?" barring of course how you may have grown, get deeper, wiser, smarter, and not look outside of self for emulation...but I am wondering what kid did not sing that???they still do, make commercials from that meme
for you to have a problem that any black woman of worth be placed in that pedestal, is also telling
and I will leave that there
i suggest that we integrate mindsets and positions and dont even know it. that we present it without interrogating it, and then rationalize it, surely out of some ideology and politic, but not realizing we live another ideology that is not life giving to another entity
today, my focus on the life and love of a Black Chocolate Woman
and this exchange is taking me to new places of inquiry and self checking eh,...it is not a one way street
thanks again and peace
Maven Huggins well...look how good this turned out...i am really inspired and lifted up. this is stuff to walk with!
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