Incantation Of My Soul
The melodic elements always harken to thy ears when the universe chimes
It always pours the fastest rings the loudest when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert yet attentive attuned fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered a chromatic wondrous soul making my heart melt
It is a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate degrading fostering deceptive plots
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry introduction of who I am
A person once in my presence if you are not holding my hand will never come to understand
I wait for no one I make my future I trail my path I follow my own shadow and sit lay stand as I please
Bathing in your intellect orbiting your heart just as soft as a caressing gentle breeze
No excuses of me It would deem untrue Never have I marginalized lies
God orda... |
The Ancestral Mechanics of Vodou
The Rite, the Tools, the Spirits, the Workers
To reclaim our rite, we must correct the confusion that colonizers created. They blurred lines on purpose. They mislabeled us on purpose. They twisted our cosmology on purpose.
Vodou is not Hoodoo. Vodou is not witchcraft. Vodou is not paganism.
These systems are not the same.
Vodou
Vodou is a religion. A structured ancestral cosmology with:
Loa Houngan Mambo Hounsi Hountogi Ogan Sacred Chants Ceremonial dances Possession rites Ancestral offerings Ritual altars Cosmic alignment
Vodou is West African spiritual science carried through the Middle Passage and reborn in Haiti.
Keep in mind, the spelling 'voodoo' is the Americanized Hollywood, colonial spelling created to: mock, demonize, sensationalize, distort, misrepresent the real religion.
Hoodoo
Hoodoo is not a religion. It is folk magic. |
Defining the History of Sainthood: Reclaiming the Rite They Forced Into Darkness
I. Before the Chains: The Supreme Knowledge of Our People
Before the ships. Before the branding irons. Before the names were stolen. Before the languages were broken.
Our people lived inside Supreme Knowledge.
We did not just “practice religion.” We embodied cosmology.
• Music was frequency work.
• Dance was energy movement.
• Ceremony was ancestral technology.
• The third eye was natural sight.
• Chakras were born in us, not taught to us.
• Spirit was not distant, it was present, breathing, walking.
We were not “primitive.” We were cosmic.
We were not “superstitious.” We were supreme.
We were not “lost.” We were aligned.
This was the world before the chains.
II. The Colonial System: How Catholicism Was Used to Hide Our Rite
This part cannot be skipped. This part cannot be softened. This part cannot b... |
Thief Of Hearts
He stole my prized possession
With no regard of my feelings or hesitation
He knew that was my leverage for obsession
Return it please give it back
How it was stolen is enough to send the mind totally out of whack
Now I have no defense of attack while basking in pleasure my carnal shared snacks
This robbery has derailed me completely off track
My priceless jewel in life to admire
My secret weapon for a mind to succumb under its fire and desire
Gemologists couldn’t place a price tag on the item to thoroughly acquire
Report has been filed
Given an inch took a mile
To take what does not belong to you is considered a crime
You will now do the time
It will be more than paying any hefty fine
I do have your number
I will haunt your body while at rest and in slumber
It’s not over as it would seem
How does it feel to wake up each night from a... |
A Whisper To Gaia
Aquarian Water rises not from rivers, or by the roaring of the seas
But from the quiet sanctum
I carry in my spirit
It pours in silver arcs unbound unclaimed
A celestial tide that answers only to the sky
Tonight the Moon enters shadow
And the Sun holds his golden breath
Between them
Earth becomes the keeper of their ancient conversation
I stand in that hush daughter of wind
Bearer of water
Keeper of the unseen currents that move beneath thought
My lineage taught me that eclipses are not endings, but unveilings
Moments when the cosmos leans close enough
To whisper truth into the bones of women
Who know how to listen
So I drape the mirrors to quiet reflection
Light the blue flame to steady emotion
And place salt at the door to honor the boundary
Between what enters and what must remain outside
Aquarian Water flows through me
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When The Moon Enters Shadow: A Partial Lunar Eclipse Reflection Across Sky And Spirit
A partial lunar eclipse is never just an astronomical event.
It is a moment when the sky pauses, when the Sun and Moon exchange their ancient vows through the quiet body of the Earth.
The Sun stands in its golden stillness, the Moon drifts into the soft cradle of shadow, and for a breath in time, light becomes memory and memory becomes revelation.
Across cultures, eclipses have always carried a hush, a sacred pause and in my Creole and Haitian heritage, this hush is not fear, but reverence.
It is a time when the women within my culture, my famly, must step into our ancestral roles as keepers of balance, protectors of the home, and guardians of spiritual clarity.
During any eclipse, we adopt what our elders call sacred pleasantries, gentle practices meant to honor the sky and steady the spirit.
We do not call upon darkness.
We do not summon shadow.
We simply acknowledge that the cosmos is shiftin... |
A Thousand Years From Forever (Series Two of Series Five
Pearly Gates
The Second Heaven
B.C
My Supreme King, there are whispers resonating to the skies above
You have sequestered a generational King, in the name of him confessing to an unknown queen, his immortal love
We must sift our intelligence through the stirring of this rare occasion
Time is of essence to steer this meeting and its dire unforeseen persuasion
The Third Heaven would like to know the lucidity, behind this drastic measure, which your empire has never been done
A Kingdom without a King to honor is like a follower not showing his own reflection under the shadow of the Sun
We are the chariots who take the rebirth of wayward souls, soaring them to the next journey of an evolutional life
The spirit of our sacred alliance to the Holy One, the cradle of existence thee Archangels greet your soul in the, ‘liminal state’ the sunset of the ... |
Home
A moment in time where hearts know no bounds
Desires of affection of unforgotten yearns
Blind hearts burning the flames of silken sheets
Soaked with crimes of instilled passion
Sensations so strong, weakness asunder we fall
Whispers cry out in the calling of the still night
My weakened soft moans, his grunted groans
Echoing of heightened desires
Sacred promises, oaths we bond with each thrust and uplift
Over the horizon pieces of me you beautifully merge
Over the rainbow conjoined remnants of you, I am
Moving in Hea... |
Spiritually Commissioned
Inhale and exhale and close your eyes
Let me softly memorize your mind with lullabies whispered from the skies
Shh… just flow upon the crest of my words
I will always carry you like a breeze to understand my dialect of the Dove when soaring like a Hummingbird
To the Watchers, the Mothers of Nature, catered by the Psalms’ stigmata to witness, the prophecy of rebirth shall and will be done
Into the salvation of my bone marrow, the hieroglyphics of my temple I shroud my existence as one
My Water Paradise, this Nubian Queen stands, I will commence with bated breaths of love to atone
Famine and hunger tossed on the winds shall be fulfilled, a warm coat of compassion now coveting upon desolate bones
Uprise, the navigators of the Earth, for the flow of water to reach the rebirth of the Sun
Touch the skies with voices of merriment, sing the songs of old, my royal lineage echoes thy will be done
As sure as the Aqua... |
Reclaiming Your Lost Dreams
Just stopping through on a Friday with my spiritual incantation to advise you always to seek peace, find your center, and give yourself mental clarity, as it cradles and keeps you.
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day, and it is late summer, Wow, time is progressing, Autumn is almost upon us. Can you believe kids are now returning to school? Some parents will be ushering their child or children to college for the first time during the incoming Fall semester.
It makes me think back to when I arrived here in the States, and that white suitcase that held books and mementos from my gran’s midwife practice office, given as a gesture of best wishes.
That woman was determined her granddaughter entered the medical field one way or another. I changed my course of study over time, and with deepest regret, I should have been an attorney for some affluent corporation. I have an Associate’s Degree in Criminal Justice , I ha... |
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