I'll see your ignorance, and raise you insurgence

So I'll try to keep it quick because that's all that mess like this deserves.
1. Always notice that those who make bold statements like these, just as those who committed these acts back in the day (and still to this day) are on the lowest rungs of even white society, doing worse off than many Black people regardless.  Counting their whiteness, they are people for whom the illusion of racism (because it is a fabricated lens through which to view human beings that was created for a specific purpose, mostly monetary and capitalistic) and the benefits that it is supposed to afford white people DOES NOT WORK!  They have the assumption that racism actually makes sense and will give them unfettered privilege and a ticket straight to the land of Bill Gates-hood.  But you see, they live disenfranchised, poor and ultimately failed even by their own white privilege on the whole.  They fail to see that capitalists only care about one color: green.  They only buy into racism because it allows them a permanent underclass to exploit.  Otherwise, they in general would not as much care.  He has no more of a brother in Glen Beck in real life than even I.  Cuz Glen Beck got money LOL and he follows the dolla signs!  The government and establishment does not like vicious white racism nor white racial vigilante violence.  Because it upsets the order of things.  They only allow it because it simultaneously feeds into the perpetuation and maintenance of the continued subjugation of the already established permanent underclass: basically, as long as they keep acting out against black people, black people will stay afraid and believe they're still inferior and so on and so forth.  Make no mistake about it, they like those poor white trash just where they are, on the fringes and poor and confused.  I pity his kind because at least I know where I stand in the eyes of the power elite lmao he apparently, is unclear about his place.
    1.a. With his race removed from the equation, he is a man who has no control over his own life and therefore seeks to claim some type of power or control that he otherwise does not have, by attempting to assert it over someone else.  Basically, he ain't shit, so he tries to make himself feel better by making someone else feel like they ain't shit.


2. "They" do shit like this because white privilege removes one crucial element: fear.  Black folk don't do mess we wanna do because we're afraid of consequence.  White folk by and large don't even factor in consequence, clearly. If this man was afraid that somebody would roll up to his house and punch him in the mouth, he wouldn't do mess like that but he's sure that it won't happen.  And you know what? It won't. LOL.
       2.a.   I say, in response, everytime one of "them" steps out like this, we must treat our adversary like an adversary!  He's not my enemy, he's my adversary!  He challenges you to a bout.  Okay.  I see your challenge and I will meet it.  My Halloween display, thus, would be comprised of one white man with a woolen beard (John Brown), one black man with a priestly collar (Nat Turner) and one black man with a powdered whig (Touissant) all standing gleefully with shotgun, hatchet and machete in hand, over cowering white women and children, with a beheaded white man lying on the ground.  Just like you have heritage, so do I. Game, endgame!


But I cannot personally do this, although I would, because I have positions in leadership and a community image and employment to keep in mind that I will absolutely put in jeopardy as a result.  I just can't afford to do all that.... at this point in life anyway.

What Dreams May Come: Voice

Not to be confused with arrogance and ego, self-expression is one of the most beautiful things that we as humans are gifted to do.  Ego and arrogance boasts that when expressing oneself, one has the audacity to assume or assert that others NEED or SHOULD be not only listening but benefiting.  I do not assume any of this but I appreciate the opportunity to share myself with whomever would take the time to give her audience.  I have been blessed with many gifts and talents, some involving expressing myself, some involving sensing and seeing others, and others involving finally, taking what I discern from others as an empath and giving voice to what I have found.  In this time of self cultivation, I must give birth to anything I can possibly create from within.  I still have yet to post pictures of my jewelry.  Well, find some of those pictures posted here and on my artisan's website page http://www.artfire.com/users/OmoOshunAdornments.  However, I also have the opportunity to showcase my work next week (with plans to unveil new pieces to be created during the course of this week and this weekend, since it is a long "holiday" weekend... I'll make the day hallowed in my own way... I might even post some blog thoughts on just that ;-))  Also be on the look out for my first ever attempt at posting pictures and possibly video of my creative process.

As of tonight, I've also picked back up my pen, graphite and brush.  I definitely look forward to reclaiming my studio art skills.  Ya know, drawing and painting and so forth.... Yeah, it's about to go down lol.

More on the showcasing next week: So for those who may not know, I serve in a position of leadership on campus at Boston College.  I am on the executive board of SIESTA (Sisters Influencing and Empowering Sisters Through Assembly) in which we broach topics, host discussion and create programming around one simple yet intricate thing: giving the experiences of women of color a voice, while also fostering sisterhood.  SIESTA runs through the Women's Resource Center on campus.  I also serve as the ALC (AHANA Leadership Council) representative for SIESTA which also therefore means the WRC simultaneously.  We have some major things planned this year.  Stay tuned for that :-).  Once every semester, the WRC hosts an event called AROO (A Room of Our Own) where all BC women are invited to show off their artistic prowesses through whichever type of media they prefer.  Although I've been asked to do spoken word, I have chosen instead to showcase my handmade craft/adornments.

Given my work and my recent readings by Audre Lorde and Carole Boyce Davies, bell hooks and the like, I only believe even more firmly that it is SO CRUCIAL that Black Womb-men are not forced into silences and not talked over by whatever the various dominant narratives say about us, as we are marginalized in myriad ways coming from all directions as systems of oppression intersect.  Regardless to when, where, how and by any means necessary, we must exclame! Audience be damned! Even if nobody listens, SPEAK SISPTAHS!

"It's a Black Thing"

So, As I was expressing thoughts on sex being the soul's playground, the energy involved and how it is important to be discerning and discrete with whom you share that soul and those energies, as well as that body in which your soul has been made to or has chosen to inhabit in THIS life, yatta yatta yatta.... a sisPtah @satori06 posed a question:  

@EarthenStar peace I agree w/ ur last tweet, do u think vibrational altitude is displayed by melanation or lack of ( i do)

I'll start out with the basics of what I believe in reference to the initial question: 1. I believe in universal humanity and universal energy as we are all children of the universe and while our bodies are finite in each life, our energies/souls are not. 2. energy is never created nor destroyed, only changes form and is transferred. 3. there are different frequencies and vibrations that are emphasized in certain ethnicities.  4. although this may be a bit muddled due to colonial and imperial actions on the parts of certain peoples in order to exploit and fragment certain other peoples, HOWEVER, I still also believe that one's karmatic lineage stays in basically the same ethnicity.  The ancestors return to us and never leave us.  We are them. So obviously then I believe in 5. Karma.


I do not "know" by far and I am still at a point of learning and discovering, of course. But at this point, I do not believe totally that your soul was the sole factor in the choosing of its body to house in this current life.  I do believe that other energies were at work there as well, keeping the karmatic circle going.  I believe in ancient concepts of "knowledge" and "learning" and "understanding" in that each new manifestation of life for your soul is the opportunity to strive for even more excellence and in that praxis, your soul "learns" and "understands" certain things.  Perhaps you got some things wrong or did not get to them, whatever the case may be, all of that is what carries you into the next physical manifestation, carrying that "knowledge" forward and building on it (hopefully).  One's purpose for one's soul and for one's body in that life as the soul is manifested, should be realized somehow and the choosing of one's physical manifestation however that happens in each life, has a lot to do with all these factors I'm mentioning here. I believe our ancestors return to us and are always with us.  Again, we are them.  I believe in what Toni Morrison referred to as "re-memory", that it is in our DNA, what is quintessential "us" and our experiences, our sensibilities, what has happened to us, so on and so forth.  In terms of chakra, the main point involved in this is the Alpha-major  chakra (just behind the ears) for remembering past lives and the Heart Seed chakra (at the base of the breastbone) as the site of soul remembrance.  Also involved can be crown chakra at the top of the head, and soma at the hairline above the 3rd eye.  Even though some of us don't have rhythm to save our lives and there are some white women who can dutty wine way better than I ever could (some things can be "learned"), there's an undeniableness of the fact that when certain drums and rhythms are heard, for example, we Black folks can't help ourselves.  We make music with our bodies!  I'm not saying it's better than whatever those European descendants do per se, it's just what I prefer because it's what I am and what I therefore enjoy or call "home".  I have been a dancer.  I have a very articulated tongue as well; language comes easily.  I have tried to learn other European languages.  I do not pick it up as easily.  Here lately, as I study Ifa, every word I encounter in Yoruban sticks to my mind like glue, without effort.  Irish stepdance never took, but anything from any brown folks came easily, even Indian and Indigenous American.  There's a reason for this!  Certain things resonate from us and resonate with us.


HOWEVER: Similarly as scientists believe that there are parts of the human brain that we have yet to unlock with other types of abilities (even though some people have been able to do so individually), I believe the same is possible.  Perhaps in this life, some souls never become self-aware.  Therefore, that whole karmatic circle for one's soul is thrown off and takes much longer for knowledge to be attained and realized for those particular souls.  It is even more probable that that's the case, due to all the external factors of the effects of slavery and all that other "stuff" that's happened to us since European rape and pillage of Africa for the last however many centuries, or eons.  It is quite understandable that many of us have fallen away from ourSELVES, basically.  This is where I align myself with the sisPtah, @Eye_of_Kemet on her thoughts from yesterday.  It is undeniable, to me, that different peoples are just that, DIFFERENT.  I'm not saying better or worse but in my eyes, as a predominantly African descendant by blood (with some indigenous American and even some white as well in my lineage), my re-memory is predominantly African and therefore to me, "our" way is better lol.  I'm not gonna lie about that.  There is something about "us" that has labeled us "the blues people" and it's obvious.  Our knowledge and connections with the unbridled flows of energies, connections with all that exist and have existed.  Our spiritual natures.  The omnipresent ancient knowledge.  Ways that have not even been destroyed after all this time and all the things that have happened to us and regardless to which corner of the world we've been scattered and re-indoctrinated.  You are a part of wherever you came from, genetically.  Your body is equipped to be wherever it belongs.  This is why our health issues are what they are as Black people in this part of the world.  Example: lactose intolerance.  There's a reason why our bodies reject this cow's milk over here.  We were not made for the stuff.  Period.  Our bodies resonate as they have for millenia with the food, liquids and minerals from our homeland.  Your location of origin is all inclusive with the animals you eat, who in turn eat other animals and plants that you eat as well, that grew from the same ground you sleep on every night, containing the same natural minerals and chemical equations, with the same radiation, frequencies, magnetic fields, vibrations and so forth.  Your body and soul are used to the radiation and electromagnetic energies that emanate from the ground to which you belong.  Just like there is gold in some places in the world and there is none in others.  There is oil in some places and none in others.  There is heulandite in some places and none in others.  You literally are what you eat.  That earth that we come from is what we are.  To remove us from that place throws us off kilt almost completely.  In terms of chakra, involved here are the earth chakra and higher earth, as linkage points to the earth and its fields and ether.  We melanated, African diasporic peoples have our own frequencies on which we resonate.  Others who don't, are on some other type of program lol.


So bringing it all forward, YES I do believe that your "vibrational attitude" and melanin are connected, as well as being connected with the house your soul inhabits in any life.  What affects those things are 1. who or from whom you are and; 2. the situations in which you find yourSELF.  And to the queen who posed the question, I thank you and I hope that suffices as a response :-).

Omo Oshun Adornments

This summer has marked a summer of growth! This is what I sensed, what I planned and what I put into action! Becoming the higher me! But more on that later...

I have always been an artist. I have always had a love for the natural, the beautiful, the aesthetic. I'm good with my hands and have always been what I call a "creator". So with that, I have begun crafting my own jewelry and adornments. The possibilities are endless! There are always more colors to play with, materials, things to re-create, recycle, create, so on and so forth. I am overjoyed!

How it all started was a simple desire to make things. I have dabbled in making jewelry and other types of craft over the years for my entire life. I used to make friendship bracelets, all types of keychains and embroidery. Then I branched into beadwork with which I made waistbeads. I made a few for myself, some for friends, etc. Culture has also always interested me. I love expression, colors, uniqueness!

So with that, I began gathering materials and creating my own custom designed and hand-crafted earrings and the like, but earrings especially. I posted them on facebook and got rave reviews, as well as requests. So hey... the journey began that is now known as Omo Oshun Adornments. www.facebook.com/OmoOshunAdornments, http://www.artfire.com/users/OmoOshunAdornments, http://www.twitter.com/OmoOshunAdorn (pictures to follow in the next post)

Find me! Follow me! Support me! communicate with me! What would you like to see created? How could some designs be improved! I'd love to hear what you all think! And of course as always, thanks for spending the time to send me back even a fraction of the love that I put into all my hard work!

HIStory (part I)

(a work in progress)

Set to unplug I was happened upon by a magnificent creature

Who sought to share vibes over virtual space in awe of my mystery

Stopped in my tracks I took a chance with no expectations

And this caramel king was like nothing I had ever known

Said I was a figment of his imagination

so he became my inspiration

And he attempted to crown me with all of his fantasies and aspirations

When I was deserving but not yet ready

And I gladly accepted

because he was the answer to every thirst

Where all others had only trifled

He allowed my mind to breathe when it had only been stifled

admired but couldn’t fathom

And showed me he could cultivate my mental garden

Made me feel like the worthiest queen

when he was infatuated

With my napturally nurtured crown

We aspired to show each other things

our beautiful minds could only concoct in verse and dreams

the curl and fullness of his soft lips I couldn’t wait to feel

and when his met mine

there was no concept of time

no caution was even conceived

as he anointed my skin and stimulated abandoned senses

he tasted my strength and spoke truth to my most sacred of spaces

he loved to have his warm tender places drenched in my essence

our bodies would unite in percussion

Shango and Oshun met and danced

I was the sweet raging river water

he was the unyielding lightning

Making my voice ring out in night piercing exclamation

And spending most of our time apart

we longed for each other’s warmth

Like two severed nerve endings

Where others had sought to possess my body

he labored to free it

Before I could desire

he reached inside my thoughts and embodied it

He could strip me down until there was nothing left

Bare and naked, my rawest self

I was so certain our souls had passed through each other millions of times

And that this kindred spirit would journey me back

through rememory Of adinkra, Heru and ancient kingdoms

While transcending into

the foundation of our new nation

We were making “it” how it should be

He was showing me why my soul had wandered

by traveling beside me

Not knowing from whence he came

I only wished to express

Myself and appreciation

through every mode of communication

Soothing and pleasing his body with every sensation

Giving truly for what a king was deserving

Not desiring return but only to show him the same love

My upbringing instilled in me… That this is what eternal was supposed to be

(to be tweaked n continued)

Just Like A Star Across My Sky...

Truthfully speaking, earnestly searching

I should be doing school assignments right now but my heart must speak. On my current journey in search of me, to reclaim me and act like I even know what that is. Getting it together, getting it back together. Being focused. Fulfilling all potential and purpose. There's a pureness and expression and precision with freedom that I am aiming toward. So this all needs updating. I need to write, I need to draw, I need to design, I need to sing, I need to think, I need to analyze, I need to create. It's bursting forth. So with that, enjoy this. I wrote it not too long ago.

(p.s. to he who shall not be named, I got it. I get it. And no matter what, there are just some souls that once your hearts are linked, that lifewater will never cease to flow. The souls may drift but continue to share essences. We feel each other's vibrations. Sunshine will "smile" today for you)

"A Voice"

I speak for those whose scalps are tortured
Whose convoluted curls are
Demanded be cut and chemically altered
Whose roots reach back to the first ancestors
The ones who first mapped the rock of Gibraltar
Whose first knowledge constructed the pyramids
Whose hands built this failed great American experiment
Only to be taught that we’re less than human
That our beautiful tresses
That donned the first adornments
Are grotesque and at best repugnant
That our mental vessels are barren
And unfit to develop intelligence
And since we got a brutha as president
That this had better be the winter of our discontent
Disgusted with our defiant dissent
They’ve plotted for generations
With conspiracies, bullets and toxins
To silence all our past prophets
But we as those who claim to have been awakened
Are charged with this struggle as poets
To speak for those who are speechless

For the ones who won’t be acknowledged
Whose citizenship is denied
Whose rights are disenfranchised
Whose own eyes have been made blind
By their own bitter words that
Their pains and desperations hide behind
Who can’t stomach any more truth
Poisoned from hundreds of years of lies

Those for whom the conventional systems
Failed to be educational
For whom Macbeth and hamlet are impalpable
For whom a year abroad at oxford seems untangible
And Stafford loans are a bit unreasonable
So their minds develop in ways you’re not used to
And they escape their realities by preaching them to you
In verses that form from talents
That seem almost supernatural
So when they speak their truths
It’s dismissed as controversial
So they’re sold as commodities or rendered invisible
And even that they make profitable
Showing them to truly be invincible