It’s Monday at 5am. Her weekend
was such a delight – with her eyes still closed she whispered, ‘Good Morning
Monday’, then she smiled to herself while recalling the rundown of all her celebratory-gestures
over the last two-days. Friday (June 22nd
@ 6:07am) marked this year’s Summer Solstice – which she’s been attentively
honoring over the past several years – specifically upon the metaphysical
plains directly relating to her new career-sustenance. While snuggling back into her pillows, she
quietly noted her pleasures of finally getting to experience an encounter she
hadn’t in a very long time – a Saturday afternoon walk in the summer-rain. Both of which she loves immeasurably; Saturday-afternoons
and summer-rains. ‘Stones-&-Stars’, she affirmed with deep-gratitude,
pondering how it’s been nearly thirteen years since her last
walk-in-the-summer-rain. O’how she’s
missed this kind of simple pleasure. Being
of the cardinal Earth-sign: Capricorn, much has transpired and has kept her
preoccupied with the uncertainties of Life. She also noted how she missed the
version-of-herself that cared-not of the flying-fucks regarding the judgments
of kinfolk-and-foe alike. Now, this isn’t to suggest that she doesn’t consider
the exchanging expressions of those encircling her existence – she does with
great esteem. And she doesn’t mind the strategic ponderings of constructive
criticisms whenever that’s necessary, but for some odd reason, she’s been bombarded
with trains-of-thought that has made the lay-lines between her Heart and her
Head feel like the infamous Route 66 on Memorial Day – massively and terribly
inconsiderate! She’s never felt so laden
with worry about the longevity of psychic-shenanigans with regards to the
overall safety of the collective-unconscious of humankind…especially those of
Mahogany-blood.
“So much has transpired”, she sighed aloud. At the brink of 2005 she wouldn’t have ever
imagined she’d be where she stood today – intellectually, emotionally,
consciously, or spiritually. She had not
the slightest clue about parapsychological damages, nor that a dawning of cues would
emerge to establish her as an author of meta-fiction. So much has transpired. Alas – with portions of her
career-scholarship consisting of an internship that rendered frequent talks
with Death. And not merely concerning Death’s
presence in the physical-sense, but figuratively personified – as if Death
shape-shifted into a solid being and sat across the table/sofa to actively engage
in true cognizant-dialogue. She recalled the core-threads of their discussions.
“I get a terribly bad rep.” it told her.
“Too many hue-mans have been bred-to-believe that my presence is
ultimately evil in nature. …As if there’s even a vetted ‘thing’ called
Evil. Shucks…they take the departures of
their beloveds as a personal attack upon the myriad of their existence – as if
they truly do-not comprehend that there’s a death-date; just as there’s a
birth-date into this Dimension! They arrest the development of those they love
while they are living and then become completely depleted in bereavement. And
never building the awareness that they can continue to communicate once their
beloved has left this plain – as so their lively connection remained intact. Now
granted, many Nubian/Mahogany-descendants have departed under tumultuous
circumstances, I do take heed of this fact – but even so – that too has had a
great deal to do with all that they’ve been bred-to-believe. Many folks often refuse to take advantage of
their free-will-of-choice and the pro-activities of investing-in/preserving
one’s perspective. They figure that
because ‘there is time’ and ‘there is space’, and ‘there is this…or there is that’,
that they may indulge in whatever; without consequence. They take their posts as ‘gate-keeper’ into
the Collective-Unconscious very, very lightly. Which is truly a crying-shame! As
if they are not gods and goddess of celestial-matters! Their refusing to adamantly choose what’s allowed
to pass thru their eyes and ears (and neglecting to apprehend the knowledge –
‘if you feed it…it will grow’) …they’re consistently abandoning the comprehended,
imperative facts that regard the assorted impressions upon their soul’s gaze
and inevitably plummeting the sails/cyphers of their livelihood(s). Much remains skewed, misconstrued and mangled
– but – could easily be shifted by a swift switch of choice! Because of this cognizant-negligence…an
assortment of fear-factors has become embedded…especially surrounding my
presence, whilst my reputation goes down the shit-shit! Folk are so-darn fearful of Death. It’s damned unfortunate! It’s also unfortunate that there’s a dwindling
count of those courageous enough to patiently and successively investigate,
explore, and aim to better inner-stand the origins/expirations of such
dimensional-voyages. Which is purely subjective. Shucks…very little ever notice, let alone
come-to-grips with the notions of their Soul’s agreement to visit this realm
was purely prearranged – and that their parents were merely vehicles to launch said
voyage…there’s no other way to enter this realm; for Pete’s sake!”
– She paused for a while contemplating the details of that
immaculate-conversation. Then she thought
about the enchanting teachings of Baba Bobby Hemmitt and Bro. Panic. Then with ease, her thoughts traveled to
RedPill and BluePill, and then onto KT the Arch Degree and Aseer the Duke of
Tiers. She became incredibly grateful
for their presence and brave-hearted(ness).
She drifted to BlackMagik363 and gave more thanks (if it wasn’t for Bro.
Rich…she would’ve never been introduced to SiStar MyRa Moss and Iya Omi Tayo).
She toggled between her thoughts and the various Master Teachers before starting
to randomly recall all the goodies she was due to gather for her autumn-season traveling-classroom
facilitations. Her show-and-tell game is
surely to be enhanced, as well as her upcoming coach-by-story series. She almost couldn’t wait for The Origins of Occult Civilization by
Bro. Panic to arrive…she’ll be kicking into serious scholarship mode the moment
it did. Plus, all her scholars
(young-&-wise) knew of her personal-investigations regarding Hollywoodism…and
their frequent inquiries kept her motivations and inspirations robust and keen
(…amongst her immediate goals is to rock an eighteen-month lecture-stretch like
Baba Bobby used to do…o’how she gets tenderly nostalgic when regarding the
enrichments of his style-of-lecture).
She quickly glanced over at her stack of orders for GreenLifeBotanicals, House of Nubian, and EL9Shop sitting on her
bedside table; as if to firestone a reminder in her mind’s eye. “So much has
transpired” she slowly muttered while raising herself from the bed and heading
toward the bathroom. Just then, a surge
of excitement spiraled up her spine and she began figuring, ‘the sooner I order
my ‘charms-&-trinkets’, the sooner I can begin proactively outlining my
classroom vitalities’ – o’how she is truly in-love with her time in Classroom. ‘Oh…right…ok!’, she sputtered aloud when her inner-voice reminded her not
to forget to include her list from TreehouseAlmonds (priding herself to be among
the Teachers with the smart-snacks).
It’s often suggested (especially within the Life-coaching realms) that to
quickly discover one’s purpose(full) pursuits in-Life is to reflect upon whatever
was naturally gravitated toward during childhood. Her conjuring(s) always took her back to the
summers at her Nanna’s house. Her Nanna
(plus four of her seven siblings) were distinguished faculty amidst the D.C.
Public School Systems during the early-60s – late-70s. Her Nanna had eventually dedicated the
smallest bedroom on the third-level as her playroom and would dutifully
populate it with all sorts of classroom goodies. And at the close of each school-year the room
looked like Christmas in her childhood-mind.
She giggled at the thought of having plenty friends in her Nanna’s neighborhood
yet spending most of her time only with the few that were also interested in
the trinkets-of-teaching. She played
school a lot – with or without company.
Acquiring her courage-to-teach is still fairly new – even with her
constant flow of adoration for its functionalities. Speaking to groups of
folks, especially when presenting affront-styled material is only flawless in
the flow of her imagination. But she’s getting better. Context of
parapsychological natures and metaphysical terms is something she truly, and
naturally believes in – even if it is damn-near disputed at every turn when
dealing with conventional-minds.
‘Onward-&-Upward!’ she acclaimed as she jumped into the shower. She
closed her eyes and envisioned the flow of the warm water serving as a
provocateur to her day’s accelerated kinetic-forces. Before long, her
inner-voice began to replay a conversation she’d had with her
romantic-intellect just last evening. Her romance with Lloyd Fanon rekindled itself less
than ninety-days ago. They were quiet-lovers in high-school, but because he was
an elite-football-playing-senior and she was a freshmen-figuring-it-out; she
demanded that their business remain within the confines of their confidence.
She’s plausibly a private person and his popularity made her antsy and
uncomfortable. They lived in adjoining
neighborhoods, so their association was beyond school and beloved on a
larger-level. Their neighborhood-friends
knew of their acquaintance – and that was plenty enough. Lloyd’s affirmations continued to run across
her mind/heart as she got dressed. “Please don’t allow the ‘office-politics’ of
your entry-levels to put a damper on your enthusiasm. You are destined to convey an eclectic
viewpoint to the mundane. You must know
this! What it takes to fulfill the voids that plague the state of our present-day
mindlessness, alongside seeding-the-curiosities of your pro-active scholars, is
uniquely your duty – and yours alone.
You possess the very wisdom needed to dispel the doubts regarding your
abilities to perform; as well as lightly-regard those that seem to gain
pleasure in critiquing and criticizing your eloquence. But remember – those
that critique; also learn. Now there’s a win/win!”
She began to smile with strengthened glee and esteem. Then she skipped into the kitchen to get
coffee and headed into her office to begin ordering her enchantments.
Good Morning Monday ~and~ Happy Summer Solstice!
