I am a writer. And I think often about what story I am trying to tell with my words. If you notice my word are leading to someplace, moving me along in the plot and storyline. I talk about my life as if I’m going somewhere. Where is that place? What journey do I want to take others on? The journey is conjure. The spirit in me gathers the material needed to produce the right conditions for exchange between the spirits of other realms so that my earthly reality is shifted. From the beginning to the end of a written piece, I am changed, and moved toward a direction of clarity, purpose and bettering knowing. I am conjuring my life in the direction of my destiny and I write to get there. I write to know where I was, where I am and where I am going.
Before I met my ancestors and spirits, I didn’t know my writing was root work. And I didn’t know that they had a meeting place in me through my words. When I step back and look at my past, everything I wrote was in preparation for their arrival into my awareness. From a hurting and sleeping child to a questioning and misguided young adult, I was writing and speaking myself into mother god’s hands up until the moment my life was falling apart and my heart was captured by her mid fall. I was then introduced to writing as a conversation with those beyond seeing eyes.
The story that I am telling is the one of the person who found their way. And it’s a very important one to tell. Reason being that some people don’t think there is a guiding force beyond our cognition. That we live life as disjointed figures not connected to an orchestra of spirits that advise on our behalf. And I want to explain to others why that belief is a fabrication of delusion meant to limit the possibilities within our humanity. I want to tell this story because years and generations of trauma and anti-blackness robbed me of time with my beloved spirits. And I now the reintroduction to my spirits is taking me back into time to gather what was lost, forgotten and unhealed. We spend so much of time trying to figure out who we are going to be. I think it’s essential that we know some of us have our lives spoken for. And I didn’t know until I met my spirits that I was spoken for. Called into living with distinct purpose. How disingenuous for us to be born and never told there was more to life than learning how to produce wealth for others.
Of the many great thefts of the western world, one of the greatest was the dissolving of the very important involvement that spirits have in navigating of souls though their lifetimes. The time I spend before I knew my sprits were years of searching while feeling lost. Now I am moved into the places that are meant for me to explore and am given choice in how to learn, grow and evolve. It is not capitalism that I am to abide my life choices by, it is a much grander family that gives me directive. I write to remind all of us enslaved by a soulless social order that there is a spiritual presence that exists beyond our current conditions that can extend us past the limits of our imagining into a new world. It is once we get into that world that we become protected, sheltered and renewed with self knowing.
Like the ancients before me, I having figure out how to transport myself from from one time space to another and to be in multiple time spaces at the same time. It’s is my work to remember how rich in humanity and how full of magic my life truly is. Time-bending and shapeshifting is a revolutionary tool that we learn how to master in the company of our spirits. I am telling the story of how I remembered my place within the stars and how I brought back an everlasting light that shines past the horrors of human error and ego and seeing into our collective restoration. I write to speak to all the conjurers like myself who see through the eyes of mother god and speak her wisdom. This is the lifetime I reclaimed my power back from any force trying to ensure I didn’t recognize it.
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