Month: April 2021

I am walking in footsteps on the shore.
Grandmothers, great grandmothers, great great grandmothers.
I am dressed in ceremonial white holding kite tails.
The seer sees me placing white and yellow lilies and white daisies in healing waters.
My hand clutches my offering.
The seer sees flowers blooming down my back.
They have grown over the scars of slavery, Jim Crow and 2020.
My soul has chosen blackness for many lifetimes.
Abundance at my fingertips
Fingertips reaching for their last grip of air as breath leaves black bodies killed by gun violence.
Hands of all ethnicities pulling the triggers.
Make sure your cries of anger state this fact.
Make your historic records more accurate than the ones we currently have
For your generations have been stripped of the truth and the seekers of truth are silenced by buildings with crosses so they hide in caves on the outskirts.
These are your true prophets but you do not receive them.
The truth shall set you free.
I loosen my grip on kite tails and exhale breath as my second offering.
I close my eyes and travel backwards to the sound of crashing waves.
To the sounds of whips.
To the sounds of necks breaking from ropes tied to trees.
To the sounds of wailing and deep moans of broken families.
The grandmothers gather to pray in the water.
Strong black women tired of finding strength in agony and harsh circumstances.
I want to be called gentle and dainty, something feminine that does not invoke fear.
Grann brings me a doll and imploring eyes.
With great sorrow I acknowledge I do not know these traditons as I am piecing together my spiritual lineage.
I hear, ” They took our dolls and you don’t know our prayers!”
I exhale breath as an offering.
Abundance surrounds my aura
As the energetic transfer from lifetime to lifetime occurs.
The grandmothers are waiting on me to be in multiple realms to heal everyone.
I exhale breath as an offering and loosen my grip on kite tails.
The seer sees kisses being placed on my back.
He loves me gently behind closed doors in darkness, but shatters my heart in the brightest sunlight.
The grandmothers place prayers and broken hearts in healing waters.
We cover transgressions to maintain families and relationships.
We give happiness and security as sacrifice.
I make a mandala with my flowers and exhale breath as an offering.
The grandmothers give me their blessing.
I give them their healing should they return.
We stand in a circle of white and yellow lilies and white daises
Receiving hope, peace and love.
I give my offering to Father Sun and watch kite tails and grandmothers go into the light.
I stand in multiple realms in earth and water and give thanks.
Ase, Aho, Amen.