Power

In the deepest reaches of the atmospheric plane lies the dunamis power that is responsible for creating everything that ever was or will be.

It is more powerful than anything we can imagine, and contains the strongest and weakest Archetypes and influences that exist.  At Its core it is a Numerical System that builds upon the strengths and personalities of Its individual parts in innumerable ways, and, Which has that power to reflect off Itself in Holographic patterns that manifest into material (persons, places and things) that can be translated with physical senses that we know how to use as of this date.

In even deeper ways, It is discerned with the unknown senses that we have, but do not fully understand at the present time.  Many men and women, under Divine inspiration, have translated It into language, art, pictures , etc., for the purposes of helping humans to understand which part of the holographic world we represent and for what reason.

As we reach inside Its lair to understand more about It, It reaches back to us and pulls us in to the point that we no longer need or require what comes from the physical manifestations of Its power….we only need the Power Itself.

Many are afraid to tap into the unknown depths of Its existence for fear of death or of losing touch with this imperfect hell that we refer to as reality.

I refer to It as Eehamx in my book The Mystic, which I wrote when I made a first attempt written attempt at explaining the Presence to the general public for the first time.  It was a truly magickal time as Jupiter entered the energy of Taurus, Neptune stationed itself inside it’s wife Pisces and Uranus arrived to force change in those with primarily Aries influences.

Stem cells have taught us that this Power transmutes Itself according to locations inside each world within worlds, which gives Western Astrology its magick and the seasons its momentum.

My desire is to delve into and swim in Its truths because anything else is only part and parcel of Its true nature, but most of all, because I know if I can master It, nothing will be impossible for Me.

RT

Source

source god creation

 

When I think of Source, God, Spirit, the Field or whatever you want to call Life, I don’t think of Santa Claus or an old man in the sky.  I think of this very beautiful (or at least beautiful to me), Ethereal Being who is neutral, unfeeling and waiting to sense what I am feeling.  He has kazillions of brothers and they work together as one so I can refer to them as Them or Him.  They are always in communication with each other.

He feels what I feel and is not really concerned about what feels good to me, he only understands what I feel that I want, and that is what he brings to me (even though sometimes he will add a subtle warning or two).  Whatever the case he always lets me have it because he knows he can fix it later.

This is why I have to be careful what I perceive, because it can come to me, even the bad things.  Source only wants to please so if it’s hell I want, hell he will bring.  If it is Love that I desire, he and his family of brothers will bring that too, however he is very discerning.  If I tell him with my mouth that I want Love, but fear it in my heart, he’ll be sure to put me in a predicament to make sure Love does NOT come.  You see, he knows what I feel so he does not go by what I say.

Source is a Shape-Shifter. 

Sometimes he is invisible and sometimes he manifests into what I think I want and back again.  He only offers intelligence if I ask him to, and then he seeks out my highest good.  He does not mind if we as individual spirits do not understand what we are working with, even though it is best if we do because he can be a hell fire and brimstone entity or a silent voice in the wind…just depends on how we position ourselves and what we think he will be.

Parts of him are in us based on what has come about from the minds of others around us, but the good news is, if we don’t like what we’ve become, he is happy to facilitate a new plan for us, according to tailor-made desires.  He is quite magnetic and will become and bring to us who we already are.

Happy Creating!

RT

On the Wings of Butterflies: A Dream Revelation of Osun / Oschun and Yoruba

Recently we have been discussing the revelation of spirit entities in a Facebook group of mine.  Last night I had the weirdest most revealing dream and the picture I have chosen to illustrate this post is an actual unretouched photo of a butterfly that appeared to me in August 2014 on the wall of my house.  The African queen on the butterfly’s wing is just as it appeared on the butterfly…..again I will say I have done nothing to retouch or edit this photo.

The Dream

I am in a large auditorium and many female family members from my father’s side are there along with his sisters, their children, my mother and oldest sister.  The only male person who appears in the dream is my son.  I am trying to find a seat and loads of people are coming in, but I plop down in this open seat before the others fill up.  Somehow I know my children are there and safe, though they are not next to me.

I do not recall if we saw a concert or a play, but it was immediately over so we began leaving the auditorium.  I took my little boy, who I met back up with, to the bathroom and then looked in the mirror while I waited for him.  I had my body and an old black man’s head!  In waking life years ago I met a lawn man at a college that I worked at.  He was an old, friendly, very black, groundskeeper and he asked me to marry him.  The old man was serious and I was nice to him because I thought he was a dear.  He complimented me all the time and said he had numerous young wives and many children even though he was very old, which we all use to joke about at work. I always wondered how a man in his 70s could work like that in the hot sun. Now back to the dream….  Well it was his (the groundsman’s) head that I had and I saw him down the hallway and he had my head. Keep in mind, I have not thought about this old man in years!  My mother, who actually is a Christian in waking life, came up to me with a disapproving look as I danced around laughing in front of the mirror, picking at my jheri curls.  This was quite normal to me and I told her he was going to transform my head and give it back to me and I was instantly outside and he was doing magick on the ground and he removed a covering and I saw a beautiful head, many of them, with other nice things that people want, which he was creating.  I remember thinking, I’m going to love my new head.

Afterwards I met my other family in a waiting room and I asked to hold a cute baby girl and she started throwing up everywhere.  Her mom gave me one small, white cloth to clean it and the baby kept vomiting and it was getting all over me.  I could tell she was not sick because she had been playing, she was just overly fed.  Her mom then gave me some white tape to clean it with……tape?  The baby’s auntie walked in and I was like oh there’s your auntie, go to her and I held both her little hands and walked her over to her auntie!

As we were leaving my cousin asked her mom a question about what her mom use to do when people didn’t like her.  Her mom said you must keep moving ahead and let nothing stop you.

By that time I had my own head back.

Interpretation

My immediate thought upon waking is that I am about to be joined to spirit and/or an actual physical relationship, which will transform me in a good way.  I believe the groundsman was actually a spirit being who appeared to me in the flesh to make a proposal.  At that time I did not understand spirit and thought he was just a human.  Apparently he believed in spiritual polygamy….LOL!

Baby vomit in dreams typically indicates getting rid of all negativity, which I have done and it sometimes means excess and overflow according to traditional teaching.

I think the baby is the African American community and she was vomiting all of the lies that we have been fed here in America.  The small white cloth and white tape represent the cover up and the attempt to clean up these lies, which robbed African Americans of their heritage.  During this time of #Awakening, our #Ancestors have started to speak and teach us themselves in unmistakable accuracy!  We will continue to vomit the old lies until it is all OUT!

Osun Was a Manly Woman

As I was searching for a picture of a woman with a man’s head for this blog post, I discovered something about Osun that we do not hear a lot about in America. In this country we picture her as a seductress or a beautiful temptress who easily tires of men, feasts on pumpkin seeds and likes bejeweled combs, brass, fresh water and the color yellow.  I am including an excerpt from the book “Women in the Yoruba Religious Sphere by Oyeronke Olajubu in which she details an account of male deities unable to progress until Olodumare advises them to seek Osun, who they say they have avoided because she is a woman.  The word Osun supposedly means “one who dyes” as in one who colors cloth using reds and indigoes.  Eventually they find some of her apprentices who know how to pray to her and what she likes and soon all of their drought and problems are corrected after they seek a goddess instead only male deities:

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1st excerpt

Olodumare asks them, “Why don’t you consult with her?”

They replied, “It was because she was only a female among them.”

Olodumare replied, “May it not be so. Osun is a manly woman.”

2nd excerpt

….They began to consult Osun for their plans. Normalcy returned to the world.

3rd excerpt

Hot woman who blocks the road (by flooding it)

And causes men to run. She keeps her beard

Because of war.  One who in fury causes troubles and chaos.

The powerful and huge woman

Who cannot be captured.

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According to Olajubu, Osun was a wealthy beautiful woman who is on record in Yoruban history for being a fighter and offering poisonous vegetables to Islamic invaders in the 18th century, causing Osogbo to win the Fulani war against Islamic expansion and takeover.  The king noted that he could not rule without her help.  She was venerated as a goddess in Osogbo, in the Nigerian state of Osun.  The Osun-Osogbo festival is still held there today along the River Osun. Her shrines there were declared a World Heritage site in 2005 and the traditional religion, Islam and Christianity are practiced in Osogbo.

True Related Story about a Different Dream from Earlier this Year

Early this year I had a dream where someone spoke  and displayed the words Oya, Oooyou and Owepi, which are Lakota words for various sections or types of family.  I am now learning they are also Yoruban words and serve to confirm the presence of Africans in the Americas prior to colonisation.  Oyipi represents the female ruling house of Osogbo, in the Nigerian state of Osun.  Oyo is a Yoruban city state in Nigeria and the old city was abandoned upon rumors of war, causing many to flee to what is now Osogbo.  They are all family or in Lakota tradition, owepi, which means someone considered of the same bloodline.

Recently I posted in a forum that a woman had introduced me to Osun / Oschun this year at a candle shop (yes it has been quite a year) and taught me how to dress the candles and what things Osun likes.  I thought it was for me to get a man lol, but it was actually for me to understand my heritage as a warrior and royal daughter of a Queen, which is much more noble.

It is time for women to arise and to seek the goddess once again.  You may say where do I start?  I promise you everything will be revealed and you can google many places that can teach you about traditional African spirituality.  There are certain Christian teachings you should keep and some you should discard.  We are not to disregard or disrespect the male for we are all one, yin and yang, and without each other, we are nothing, however we are to realize there are no limitations in women and that we should use the powers that we are given to make change.

Despite the fact that my heritage was supposedly stolen from me, my ancestors have appeared to me in dreams and on the wings of butterflies to tell me who I am.  Keep in mind there is more than one incarnation and we may have been of many cultures or we may have remained in the same bloodline as we passed from death to life to death and back to life again.

I am aware that #SandraBland was a serious Christian and I will not even attempt to undermine her faith.  I do, however, as I consider what she wore during her arrest and her 6 ft stature, believe that in some way she was also a daughter of Osun whether she knew it or not.

Sometimes you will meet people or see phenomena in waking life that carries over from dreams or your thoughts. Dreams and waking life are all on the same tapestry, just in different spots.

Everything you see in waking life is not physical or what you think it is so pay attention in life’s university for spirit may be speaking of things more deeply than you know!  You could be entertaining angels unawares or better yet, gods and goddesses!

RT

What Life is in your Hands? #Ley #Lines of the Human Body

Let’s return to the mystical for a moment, something that I oh so love to do.  Please give me leave to dance on the wild side.  RT

There’s More to You than Meets the Eye

Have you ever been driving to work for the umpteenth thousandth time and ended up there without really remembering the journey?

Have you ever forgotten a pin number or password, but was able to dial it anyway when your fingers touched the dial pad?

Are you a hair stylist or make up artist that ended up with a grand design that you’d really never thought of?

Have you ever painted a picture or sat down to type a manuscript or write a piece of music and had no clue about the outcome until it was all over and ended up being a masterpiece that blew even your mind away?

Do you know where the ‘u’ is on your computer keyboard?  You may not, but your hands probably do!  Let’s talk about it.

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The #Loa and the #HolyGhost

What I Learned from the Black Pentecostal Church

(a post for those who like to read)

As a child growing up in the pentecostal church I was very well aware that we were not like the churches on TV who sat quietly in their seats while their pastors calmly exegeted texts that were devised by catholic priests. Those pastors could speak in a whisper and still be heard on the back row of the church, however my church was a bit different. Have any of you ex-pentecostals ever wondered why we just HAD to have a drum or bongos in the building even if there was no other musician?

Many of you are well aware of what it’s like to be taught by pentecostals so I’ll spare you the gory details, but just know after some years in the church, I left because there were too many things that did not make sense and even more ideas that should have received attention, but were ignored AND you were crucified if you wanted to think or use your mind.

Like many of you, I left because the concept of an eternal hell did not resonate with me in light of the many dreams of reincarnation and spirit visions that I was blessed to have as a “Pisces” child. Also, I could not imagine that 2000 years ago a man from Jerusalem could have a brother with an English name like John and a dad named Joe so I left.

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