Autumn Solstice

Autumn Solstice

As we approach the Autumn Solstice, it is essential to recognize the physiological, neurological, and behavioral shifts that accompany seasonal changeovers. This professional advisory outlines key considerations to support optimal wellness during the transition into fall.

1. Circadian Rhythm and Sleep Regulation
States observing Daylight Saving Time will experience circadian rhythm disruption due to the time shift. This may affect sleep quality, mood stability, and cognitive performance. Patients under physician or Nurse Practitioner care should be advised to:

Gradually adjust sleep schedules prior to the time change.

Increase morning light exposure to stabilize melatonin production.

Limit screen time before bed to reduce blue?light interference.

2. Neurotransmitter Function and Mental Health
Seasonal changes influence serotonin, norepinephrine, and ...

"The Bombs Bursting In Air"

Wars of man and the beast who roams
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkness, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death do part

Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful giving of Heavenly paradise
Love exchanged to accept immortality by the Creator’s vows was serenity, in the surmise
Lust, disobedience, mirrored in curiosity’s eyes
The downfall in the cradle of freedom, no liberations in the uprise
Poetic words of virginal alluring to take of thee
Back arched, sensation fusing, opening, slithering between the inner passage of life, p...

Strange Fruit (Repost)

Earth tone, the melanin jazz that sings throughout my veins
The protective barriers when, Come By Here My Lord provided no cooling rain
Such a blessed skin to be, beautiful to adorn, it reproduces in so many shades
From, Bronze, to Honey, Brown Sugar and the sweetest taste of marmalade
 
You could say I am not that dark
Most will say, we all bleed the same when given our own foundational spark
Yesteryears denied me my rights, my land, and my mule  
That old Constitution creed and the three forth rule
Are we not a presence to stand
Do we not deserve the pursuit of happiness, for every, child, woman, and man
 
We all feel society's pain at some time, do we not
When the last breaths are rendered, who cares who holds my hand, the color of death always leads to a burial plot
Was I fair in life, man’s fairer soul screams from the grave
Did I give the darker man...

STRANGE FRUITS: A NECESSARY VIGILANCE

There are volatility seasons when history does not echo, it repeats.
Not as metaphor, not as memory, but as a quiet procession of tragedies that slip beneath the national radar, asking us to notice even when the headlines do not.

In 2026, a pattern emerged, scattered across states, whispered through local outlets, stitched together only by those paying attention. A pattern of Black lives found hanging, each case reported separately, each investigation handled with a troubling haste, each family left with more questions than answers.

These are the cases that form the 2026 cluster, the “six” that communities have been tracking, even as the nation looks away:

1. Kyle Bassinga
• February 18, 2026 — Marietta, Georgia
• Reported as suicide by hanging

2. Juliana Umba Nzita
• May 8, 2026 — Charlotte, North Carolina
• Reported as suicide by hanging

3. To’Nea Nicole Miller
• June 18, 2026 ...

"He Knows This Is For Him.. Always"

Stealing his heart              
He had me at a sweet disadvantage            
When he blazed the celestial element of time              
Riding into my life on a dream              
           
Whispering ancient secrets of old              
Migrating my mind in and out of time              
Glimpsing into the hidden depth of his cerebral cortex              
Drawing me in with tender peeks of imaginings              
             
Shifting through his aspirations              
Taking ho...

The Temptation Of Immortality (Lilith) The Rebirth Of A Queen

Lilith
There are words circulating in the dark underworld of your arrival my Angelic Queen        
We know of the Heavenly Seer who has the power to fulfill the Waterloo’s divine dreams        
You are an embryo to the dark world you have fallen from the energy of Mother Nature’s Earth        
Within your Darkness, the Queens of Hades will speak to you before your rebirth        
        
I am the beginning, the fable false theological books have departed, I am the chosen woman of ancient time        
Placed in the Garden of Eve unto Allah’s first man, allow history for me to unwind
Adam, he once caressed my skin, and we made such wicked love near the Tree of Knowledge and upon my bosom he slurped the sweeten elixir betwixt the drips of passion from the l...

The Architecture Of Power

We celebrate generative images, generative video, and generative audio for the joy they bring to our lives, but have we ever asked whether the systems that create them carry their own parallel history, their own deeper purpose beneath the surface, their own existence below the veil.

I. My Whispering Opening To Awoken Eyes
I am not here to direct belief. I am offering a quiet angle some readers may have already felt in their own private thoughts. Power moves in ways most of us never see, and sometimes the structures built around us serve purposes we are never told. What we accept as ordinary often carries layers that were never meant for public eyes.

II. The Unnamed Machinery
Across the world, vast facilities hum beneath the surface of our digital lives. They consume water, electricity, and silence in equal measure. Their public purpose is well defined. Storage. Processing. Connection. Yet their scale and placement ra...

Dream Weaver II (Are We Still Connected)

The echoes of ignorance my mind always unfurls
Soaring to the skies like a Red Cardinal bird
I like it so much better up here
No more pain, and no more tears
Revelation 21:4
The moon my Chakras take me to when I need peace to seep from my pores

Down below
Hell, tall stacks daily blows
People walking around without a care
Popping pills, anxiety-driven, pulling out their hair
Mentality diminished from the thirty-day cycle
This is to be true, ask the Archangel Michael

Systematically designed, not giving the brain cells time to regenerate
Anger, depression, and an empty purse, yet bills can’t wait, cannot even debate
Bills, rent, 5K radiation leakage throughout erected towers
Global minds held ransom with GB cell phone increasing power

Will it get easier
Unfortunately, it will be sleazier
Will our hopes and dreams become brighter
No, you either sin...

Reborn In A Womb Of Darkness

Have you ever closed your eyes and peeked through the gateway of time
The body here, suspended mind
Witnessing the magnification of constellations, unknown presence not of your kind

Conventional aspirations, intellectual awareness you share
Unto its own divination you are not here or there

Knowledgeable by the stars, sacred scrolls meeting upon a planetary
Converging spirituality of entwined mysteries in the covenant of earth’s disciplinary

The heart granted to pulsate in sync
Within the cosmic allegiance, psyches unlocked in the sanctioned third eye to think

Escaping in the throne of darkness, devoid of earthly sounds
Entering a sphere of evil and goodness battleground

Separatism of souls not aligned with the gifts of the ascending spirits
Fate and destiny, the evolution of reawakening, plays into the cathedral of Karma’s lyrics

DNA coded from the stem cells determines who you we...

On Top Of My Moon

To my ancestors, my mind has traveled as I look down on ancient segments from Egypt and the messiah pulled from the depth of the Blue Lagoon
A once upon a time has come and gone too soon
I sat in the pews my head silently bent in prayer and wondered how your aching feet traveled through snow, water, mud
Traveling by the North Star to find the answer to conditional love
Hues of sunbathed skin sold on chopping blocks

In the final breaths of begging in the asunder from family, forced in exile from our nature to sow the earth of their crops
Asking where the Creator was, to turn the captors’ heart to stone without a key to unlock
God did you hear their hymns when freedom died on crying lips before it was ever born
Generations still are disarrayed under the political abuse from the Jim Crow’s scorn
My history is entangled with whips and chains
Given in captive a plantation name

Echoes of reminiscence...