Written by @KavijiPoet
You are the holy one
Walking through the valley
None other than you
In you the world
Can come home to love
The world of form
Purified into forgiveness
In you alone
A great responsibility
Lies within your chest
For you are the holy one.
We are patient.
We are kind.
We take no shit.
Be with us.
Or be against us.
Power in choice.
We create our reality.
With a little help from our friends,
Or separation and destruction from our adversary.
Choose.
Will you be steered by the adversary, or drawn to family who loves you?
“Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or girl, and “sin” made Tante Jans very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sexsin?”
He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case from the rack over our heads, and set it on the floor.
“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said.
I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning.
“It’s too heavy,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “And it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge.
We are asking our children to carry loads that are way too heavy for them.
They should not be forced, as children, to see and feel the world through the lens of adults.
Innocence is worth protecting and worth fighting for.
We need to do our part as teachers, parents and caregivers to carry certain things for them until they are old enough to bear the load.
And the original:
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Aunt Sarah
My name is Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah
My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me?
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia
My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
My mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me?
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing
My skin is brown
My manner is tough
I’ll kill the first mother I see
My life has been rough
I’m awfully bitter these days
‘Cause my parents were slaves
What do they call me?
My name is Peaches
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Nina Simone
I choose my fantasy.
My fantasy does not choose me.
I am the firebird!
I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child!
I am a firebird!
I am his daughter!
And like the flame, I am wild wild wild wild
WILD!
I am the firebird!
I am his daughter!
I am the firebird’s child!
I am a firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard
Join in the dance, and make it wild, wild, wild!
Join in the dance and make it wild!
To see a maiden dance around
a fire is not so strange
but fire dances round the limbs
of this uncommon maid!
Be brave enough to burn
and you’ll be brave enough to fly!
Join your sister Solace as
she lights the morning sky!
I am the firebird…
Wonders of the water air and
earth are all the same
you’ll never know a wonder
like the wonders of the flame!
Freely fly as what you are
and never walk in shame!
You must not fear to blister
if you’d live a life in flame!
I am girl and firebird
and solace is my name!
I am the firebird…
If you’re brave enough to dance
then you are brave enough to fly!
Forget what’s right and proper!
You won’t know until you try!
If you’re brave enough to fly,
then you are brave enough to burn!
Take my hand and join me in the
Carnival of Dawn!
I am the firebird…
Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you follow me?
Sister will you follow me?
Sister sorrow walk with me!
(Solace, Sorrow, round and round
Sisters burn the morning down
Solace, Sorrow, round and round,
Sister, burn your Sorrow down!)
Like a flame you must be wild/I am a firebird!
I am the firebird…
You must not fear to blister if you’d live a life in flame!
Freely fly as what you are, keep dancing just the same!
You’ll never know a wonder like the wonders of the flame!
I am girl and firebird and Solace is my name! see less
from Blessings, released June 20, 2007
I’ve just been gifted a Flicker.
I’ve just learned that it is rare for a Flicker to give up its body to someone, gifting them powerful healing medicine.
The Spirit Realms know I love dearly the canine, and it was one of my furry children who delivered it to me.
I was taking the carrot bread out of the oven, turned around and “whoa!” Surprise!! It had already lost its body heat, so I know he didn’t kill it.
I contacted my Cherokee sister right away to ask how I should approach this, as my heart felt strongly connected to this little being.
She told me that Flickers don’t die on the ground. She said they tend to fly, and fly, until they cannot fly any more, and then they fall from the sky.
I knew instinctively this was meant specifically for me. This is huge!
I happened to have some leaves from the Sacred Tobacco, so I wrapped some with the sacred sage and cedar in cloth, added some frankincense and myrrh, special from me, with a prayer.
I wrapped the prayer tie with the bird, gently folding it into a plastic bag trying not to mess the feathers, and put it in the freezer.
She will help me create a medicine fan from its wings and feathers this winter.
I am extremely honored that this magical bird chose me for this blessing.
Thank you Flicker friend, thank you Creator, my King my God, thank you Spirit Family. I was told today that I am heavily protected, and this gift confirms it.
In great gratitude ….
Thank you for loving me.
By Ara Campbell ~ https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken
“When sleeping women wake, mountains will move.” ~ Chinese Proverb
Last night while I lay sleeping, I had a dream. (written 2017)
The world was in a state of total chaos and all that we had ever known was ending. Everything was volatile, violence raged openly and the people were suffering greatly. There was sadness around every corner and destruction flooded the air thick and unrelenting.
It was a time of darkness the likes of which none had ever beheld, a power taking over our world and squeezing the very light and love from its once lively core.
Yet even in this bleak time, hope was shining like a beacon on the horizon.
I saw women gathering in a house together, sisters from all walks of life and of all ages. Into the shattered air that stung of gloom they sung a song of universal love.
There in that place they created sacred space, a sanctuary against the coming storm. They wrote symbols of ancient wisdom on the walls, chanting incantations of protection and love for all the children of the Earth while their fingers clasped candles burning bright.
Drawing power from the natural world and summoning the mystery that flowed in their veins, they sat in circle drumming with the beat of their hearts petitioning for the madness to end. Their voices cried out for freedom, for joy and for all beings on this planet to live as one.
And then the dark night swallowed the vision, and it was gone.
Dawn broke through the silence and the world drew a great inhale.
The birds sang with the rising Sun and the green Earth stirred roots below and branches above. Animals took to the open with curiosity. The house of sisterhood I thought was swallowed by the darkness stood still, standing tall in spite of the raging dark storm that threatened to engulf it.
I could see the place where the women had gathered, the remnants of their workings for the world left behind, drums and feathers marking their sacred rite. The words “blessed be” were etched upon the walls, surrounded by sacred symbols of a time long passed. Peace had returned to the world and the air felt fresh and new.
The double-edged sword of the feminine had been held aloft, wielding fiery protection and nurturing love in great measure, and had withstood the tempest and rose from the ashes victorious.
The once buried power of the Goddess had returned during the time of the world’s greatest darkness. She had always slumbered within our spirits, a burning ember awaiting in the shadows, and now she had risen once more.
The wild and wise women of the world had awoken. By reclaiming the ancient mystery that flowed in their veins, the sisterhood of the feminine had broken the chains of bondage that once held the world prisoner and opened the gate for the return of the Goddess.
The time had come for the medicine of the fierce feminine to flow freely throughout the land.
Somewhere on the distant horizon, I saw a gathering of sisters, a circle of wise women from all walks of life.
And they smiled.
My Sisters, the time has come to rise and awaken the priestess thread within. As we arise and reclaim our truths and our voices, so we awaken and transform our whole world.
The Priestess is the element of alchemy that dwells within our soul. She is the powerful thread within that taps us into the energy to transform our world and bring out truth into being. If you hear the Call of the Priestess, join me here for my online Priestess Program: Inner Priestess Awakening Online Journey
~Ara Campbell
https://thegoddesscircle.net/visionary-writing/when-wise-women-awaken
art: Caroline Manière
There’s a difference between trans male or female and Two Spirited male or female… I don’t understand why one would wish to be less than their fullness, or claim to be …
“Two Spirit” was not intended to be interchangeable with “LGBT Native American” or “Gay Indian”; rather, it was created in English (and then translated into Ojibwe), to serve as a pan-Indian unifier, to be used for general audiences instead of the traditional terms in Indigenous languages for what are diverse, culturally-specific ceremonial and social roles, that can vary widely (if and when they exist at all). Opinions vary as to whether or not this objective has succeeded. The decision to adopt this new, pan-Indian term was also made to distance themselves from non-Native gays and lesbians, as the term and identity of two-spirit “does not make sense” unless it is contextualized within a Native American or First Nations framework and traditional cultural understanding.”
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-spirit
It seems to me that trans male and female hate their born gender so greatly, they will go to any extreme to be its opposite. Extremes seem to be the chosen, personal announcement of self.
Two-Spirited people, to me, acknowledge their born nature, but also embrace their tendencies to the opposite gender roles.
One seeks to escape their born identity, the other is enhanced by it.
One requires physical character changes, the other is simply what it is.
Extremism and escapism vs acceptance and expansion.
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