Festive
Celebrating all he IS
Orange Blue Black
Soca music blaring
Afro-House compelling
Yes…letting the tears flow
But…mix in the cartwheels
Coupé Décalé, smiles and pleasantries
For the spirit has retired
Soul endured the fire
Because fires don’t consume dragons
Delectable brown body laid to rest
Weary eyes of trials by fire
Positively endless
Negatively temporal
Balance meets the area of grey
© 2016
— E as Poetlove Water
As an artiste and human being, I have always had a strong desire to explore this portion of life on planet Earth (and beyond). I guess this makes me free-spirited, right?! Yes, it does and I LOVE IT!
Many of my movements and decisions for life have been questioned by those surrounding me. These persons assumed that there was no thorough thought put into making certain big decisions. I am rarely an impulsive person. Historically, I have been the type to plan and organize, then, make the “grand announcement”.
During some of the exploratory voyages, I decided to study certain religions/schools of thought. I believe learned and gained a deeper understanding about my life and life in general. Also, I appreciated the sense and structure of a communal/familial setting. Those aspects were uplifting. Life is a spectrum of balance. So, there were negative aspects. The most distressing was insincerity.
It is amazing how the community of persons “love” you when you appear to be a good student or devout. When you reach the point of awakening and realization that you have outgrown the organization, then you have leadership/members begin to question your sincerity. Once you officially part ways, there a few, if any, that will contact you out of genuine concern.
In actuality, we are evolving beings. No matter where you land in life, you will have to ascend or descend. Stagnancy is not an option. The morals of the story are that true living is developing organic, genuine connection with others and life is evolutionary. Let’s move along!!!
Greetings Great Folks!
Normally, I do not write any type of reactive literature in response to a current event. But, I am this time. I must forewarn the readers that there will be harsh language and truths to come forth. Not for the faint of heart/spirit. Also, this blog post will be primarily directed towards the Afrikan Diaspora.
NOW….Ferguson, as it is called for being the setting of yet, ANOTHER, unarmed melanated brother being shot in “self-defense” (according to the shooter/assailant/perpetrator of crime/cop). Rest In Power Mike Brown! You have been elected to be a matryr in this war of humanoid invaders against hueman beings that belong on Mother Goddess Earth (Gaia). I am certain that your soul is not at peace. You have the power and opportunity to come back into the Earth realm! While you have transitioned, please take the time to gather your spiritual artillery to fuck shit up in the spiritual and physical realms! YOU HAVE THE POWER!!!!
Picture of Michael Brown’s High School Graduation
Message to the Earthlings: While you guys were wondering why I did not engage in youthful carelessness and build up spiritual essence, you should have been finding out what I was doing exactly. Because of the inner works and reconnection with Divine Mother-Father Source and the Ancestors, I have been protected from numerous attempts to take away my civil liberties/life. From laced blunts to “random” harassment by the cops to brothers on the street with self-hatred to a plot by the chief of security at Federal Reserve Bank, I WAS NEVER TOUCHED! You wanna know why?!?!?! I was tapped into Source and the Ancestors provided guidance of when/where/why to go and do, at any given time. This is the power that my Ancestors possessed!
Instead of bitching about discrimination, moaning of pain, begging for justice and sucking unmentionable body parts, RETUNE into our formerly common frequency! I will say “the eye of Horus”. Call on the mighty spirit of Mama Harriet Tubman and Baba Nat Turner! Whenever a mission of freedom was to take place, the spirit of the Ancestors were invoked. Some call it convulsing or somewhat epileptic, but Mama Harriet knew where to go without ANY cartography (map). NOTHING/NOBODY supercedes Spirit or is beyond reproach.
Native Roots, “African Spirits” music recording (Afro House mix)
If you need assistance tapping in, go within to attain the guidance! Others are already on the path to meet you. Bliss Light Protection & Power
Poles are pulling
Sand is scraping
Away the lime buildup
Caustic measures
Non-analytic divides
Dividing the footsteps
Seen brain thoughts
Felt soul matters
Know spirit walks
Towards that place
When time tells
Of the coming hours
Only existing
In illusionary measures
Beginning an end
Shifts, worlds collide
The Sun star watches all
Ra above, on surface, below
Moonlit lakes
Trembles of an aching belly
Eruptions are a must
Release the tension
Power never corrodes
Static in motion
Ending a beginning
© 2014
–E as Poetlove Water
Eyes popping
Heart racing
Stepping off of the ship
Looking around
Distributing sounds
From the inner depths like pancreas
The stock of the Black Nothing/Everything
The exchange of spirit and earth bodies
Transactions of creation
Shaking my head rapidly
Extension of my passions forcefully
Not ready to share yet
The figures of Black specimens
Magnetizing the 3rd Eye Chakra
Hitting my Root Chakra
Pulsating my Sacral Chakra
Imagining scenarios
Fulfilling cosmic promises
Come into my visions
Lay besides, underneath, above
Gyrations of circular energy
Ignitions spark to kinetic motions
Volcanic overflow of love support
Foundation of intimate sessions
Spirit with no assignment of restriction
Body with an assignment of indication
Mind with an assignment of decision
Free will
Pushing the wheels
To come closer
Closer you come
To a reflection of self
Self envelopes the need to connect
Connect with I – Eye
Eye excel in realm sub prime
Prime markets of Black Beings
Stake in the winds
As I guide, you float
Winds beneath your belly
Gentle massages
Activating frequencies – the navel
Now….bridge between soul’s minds
Hands open to beings whomever
Needing cosmic love of true reality
Earth is yet one stop
On the train of insane sanity
Reviewing souls’ contracts
Open clauses open to interpretations
© 2014
— E as Poetlove Water
In many minds and many cultures, the drum is considered “the heartbeat”. The bass is considered “the pulse”. Drumming is innate to Afrakan and Indigenous peoples worldwide. The drum is the instrument and conduit to the Spirit World. The world that some beings can see in clear view. Others, not so much. The beats of the drum affords all to benefit from the entrance (or re-entrance) into the spirit realm. Taking a journey into many segments of the Cosmos for refreshment, reverence, praise, honor, communications, release. Whether it is a Voudun ceremony in Benin/Togo, Eskista dance in Ethiopia, Zulu ceremony in South Africa, Santeria in Cuba or Christian worship service at Black/African Pentecostal churches in the USA, we have an inherent need to express our spiritual heritage through dance/movement.
Themes for African Drums (Album), The Guy Warren Sounds. RCA Records, 1958.
Take a chance and spirit dance!!!
The last few weeks are very hard to explain. You would have to be some superspiritual clairvoyant or an elder of 90 years or greater to fully innerstand my life. I accepted this assignment, pre-natally. I tell you…it gets crazy, lonely, disappointing, depressing. On the flip side, it can exhilarating, preparatory, advantageous, peaceful. I guess that is the polarity or ‘see-saw’ called living.
Last night, I visited my only friend in Dominican Republic that I knew prior to the move. I asked about the rooftop garden. He proceeded to show me. It was refreshing to hear the voices of the plants and soils. After listening to the plants/soils, I offered some Reiki energy privately. The plants really enjoyed it. There was one plant deemed as “sick”. Of course, this plant got special attention. I look forward to receiving an excellent report, in the near future.
During this time with the plants, it took me to the time in space in between what we know as ‘time’. I have to say…it was a great place to be. Time has been manipulated greatly in the Earth realm by radiowaves, satellite signals, modern technology, sports, frivolous activities, social media and physical/mental imbalances. So, how does one countermanipulate time, if you will?
I have been pondering ways of doing this. My former method was creating my own world. That has its advantages and disadvantages. I love to connect with humanity too much to allow myself to get lost in that world. A determining factor of merging reality with environment is realizing your purpose(s) and gift(s) to life.
Selam / Shalom / Shalam / Amani / Lape / Vrede / Paix / Paz / Peace!
