Set It Off Sunday
Welcome Back! It has been a totally exciting day, especially since it’s mother’s day. This blog is going to focus on what set us off on the freedom of our movement on this beautiful “mother’s day.”
Be Empowered To Birth Your Tradition
More often than not, when a woman finds out that she is expecting, she follows the societal traditions of womanness and femininity. She goes to a OB to manage her prenatal care. She begins to choose names, nursery colors, and even baby sitters for the career driven mom. The more she is exposed to limitations of her power, the more she begins to develop an unecessary idea of concern. She begins to develop these crazy traditions. When a woman with child should only concern herself with being a great hostess and birthing a healthy baby. Many times my hubby and I have been called over the top just because, we don’t prescribed to certain traditions. We do holiday’s, but we also focus on the truth behind what we are celebrating. We don’t fall under the guise of certain traditions. Our preference is to channel our own inner-G (energy)… our own sacredness… using our own spiritual textbook that guides our here and now reality.
Birthing In The Tradition Of The I AM
There is nothing in this world to make you more aware of your condition then what our minds are traditionally attached to. I can recall the young girl pregnant and alone, she was my mother. She was mother to many in a since… because she was the tradition in my family, in my community, and in communities still today. In her youth. In her shame and her fears, these drenched in my DNA. This was part of her tradition. This was the bare bones illusion that we suffer from in what is referred to as genrational curses. This is the part where maturity sent me on a different course. I begin my quest for healing like many children do born of single parents or dysfunctional family structure. I use the word dysfunctional because it is dysfunctional to be raised by only one parent, when two parties commenced to produce the child. This statement has its boundaries because, some may have lost their parent(s) due to certain circumstances, but this healing process applies the same. Majority of a process such as this, is painful because, we seldom know how to breathe through the surges of labor (Labor being the work to move forward and heal). This process ultimately causes many to give birth to ourselves multiple times. So imagine the sensation of birthing a full grown man or woman from within yourself. The past is eliminated and back into the world he or she goes… green, fresh, and new. The power this gives us closes wounds which are left open and bleeding after the re-birth has taken place. Here is where we began gathering unto ourselves a new tradition. This new tradition should say:
I am not ashamed
I am not fearful
I am not alone
I am no longer hurting
Because…
I AM Healed.
I AM Free.
I AM Loved.
I come from Woman.
I came from Man.
Therefor I AM ___________
My Conceived Reflection
His aura was wrapped in antique gold.
His skin was sparkling like diamond sands.
He was worthy of all the goodness stored up within me.
In due time I am to give Him praise.
I saw him within me like I within him.
He was my reflection.
I was his rib he told me.
I believed him and we became one body of flesh.
Growing in wisdom we loved each other intensely from that day forward.
The Non-traditional Mother Of Traditon
A Golden Child Was Born…
Written By RaShaun D. Ellison
Bloated,
I’m full
Like the stuffing is about to…
POP!
My cup runnith over
Abundance is my lot
Secrets of divinity
Unfold like that of the hidden places
Guided by blindness
Across war-crazed states
Bare feet trampling blood
Like grapes to vines
Drinking up the spirit
Drunk of cheap wine
Soil so rich
Who is to till and prune
Fading away like the
Change of the moon
Who gave of this wickedness
I only challenge its TRUTH
Looking for the better parts
Of who we can become
The stars have outshined their brilliance
What more can they reveal via constellation
A shivering episodic entanglement
Like the web of a spider
What a vicious web they weave
Set us FREE I say
For the little children need more
I see them scurrying like ants
All in a line
All of its kind
A deceptive intelligence
To protect the Queen
The statue of what liberty looks like
Has fallen to promiscuity
Unto a young maiden with too many husbands
Giving birth to bastards that rule in her absence
Obsession and greed
A shock to the world
Where thieves confiscate the familial dream
Terrors in the night
The temple is barren
The trees growing taller
Making the fruit fall further from the tree
Looking for the forest
Tearing away the leaves
The branches shamed by their nakedness
Let the flooding begin
The swelling of the seas
To levy the axes of the material things
Resources standing still
While we navigate the re-courses
Living a life of desperation
Wanting to be seen
Wanting to be heard
Nothing substantial
Action-less verbs
Unidentified nouns
Just who are you
And where do you plan to go
Following the pipeline
To the depths of Hell
The land of Lost Love
Quietly hoping to see heaven
Without the disciple there of
Shake off you ole dusty birds
Fly away you retched fowl
The yoke of a cum stain
Surly you are more than
Lace up soldiers
Stop killing your mothers
Taking away her power to conceive
The best part of your potential is to know
In Truth there is no need to believe
Righteousness is a word formally confused with holiness
Least it is the right to understand
The power to reject carnality, again, and again
Do not be burdened by mistakes made hours ago
Time still loves you more
Gaping windows
Opening and shutting your eyes
Trying to refrain from crying
But it’s ok
The days are going to pass
Like that of your birth
Least you mind
Taking time to reflect
Seeing that you are in the present day
What a gift
Neatly wrapped
With no one to present it to
Calling to challenge your existence
Your purpose
Your who
I’ll sing for you little children
I’ll scream from the shallow waters
Lungs filled with new air
I will breathe for you
Woman without consequence
Man without peace
I’ll die for you
And immortal death
Only to return to my tent
I motionlessly lay tense
The vibration is ringing in my ears
The hue of evolution is here
Prodigal children welcome home
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