Nubian Ninja & Kinetictra


 

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Nubian Ninja & Kinetictra

 

Sheets and sheets of dark green rain filled with spores began to blanket the land.  Mixed with the deep purple midnight blue the torrential downpour became a deluge which obliterated the pin prick lights of stars attempting to peek through the watery avalanche.  Murmuring Trees.

Kinetictra sat motionless allowing the floodgates to pour over her naked body swirling around each curve, valley and mounds as she dissolved into root born fractal sperms seeking unification with multiple ovum.  A Lone Woman bonding with Gaia. Vaporized within the Myst.

As the heavily pregnant raindrops pelted the earth creating concentric circles in which the wet gelled into numerous amber chrysalis’s filled with the spawn of Kinetictra mangled internal universe.  The birth of nascent beings.

As Kinetictra descends into the depths of the Roots Systems every precious stone and metal within earth binds itself to her body.

 

Deconstruction

 

 

 

 

The Nubian Ninja

140 lbs of Furious Fists and Sacred Sabers
Scotia yelled as she was chased down the platform by the Nubian Ninja who wielded a large Samurai sword. She ran with the added discomfort of having to hold in her disemboweled intestines that kept spilling from her neatly divided abdomen. Confronted by a concrete wall which proved to be her literal dead end she continued yelling while trying to dodge imminent death as the Nubian Ninja connected sword to the bone rose pink flesh of her neck. The expression on Scotia’s disembodied head kept yelling albeit now soundlessly as her head bounced along the subway platform and onto the tracks to be crushed by an incoming train, Scotia’s never used grey matter becoming fodder for the industrial strength rats that inhabit the subterranean portals to Hades.  The Nubian Ninja had once again used her Warrior Scimitar Sword to dispatch yet another elitist slut bitch from the pristine environs of the house of order.

 

The Aura and The Host

IntraSpectural Dimensions

 

Kinetictra a child of  Intra-Stelluar Being Triffid and Protea who was born on planet Earth in  Africa.   When the mighty Harmattan  merged with the Powerful Sirocco.  She who conquers and tames the Simoom Shall be Crowned Queen of All

Sprouting and Rooting from Gaia

As Kinetictra lay incubating within Gaia’s Womb the earth split and a Raging Ruby River deposited and encrypted Rubies, Paraiba Tourmaline, Garnet, Tsavorite, Zircon, Tanzanite, Topaz and Sapphire jewels into her receptive body.

Sending out Tracers across the gloomy murkiness of shades and shadows.  Booming Canons sent asteroids careening across the galaxies.  Meteors, Moons, stars and minor planets were in awe of such power yet ready to exit their orbits to avoid destruction or damage. Atoms, neutrons and protons rushed the dimensional vortex.

 

 

 

The Nubian Ninja

Who is the Nubian Ninja?  Was she a Trance birthed from Hallucinations?

Those who disgraced and defiled Nubia’s sanctuary on a weekly basis realize that their quiet soft spoken colleague had a dark side. Nubia had promised herself never to once again resurrect or revisit that dark side, the side who takes vengeance, which litters the landscape with the corpses of ignorant fools who failed to take heed of repeated warnings. Nubia meditated on suppression of her subversive alter ego as the barbs, slings and arrows of outrageous fortune repeatedly found their mark on her heart and soul. She had tried reason but who can reason with fools sprung from the depths of folly, the ignorant and shallow who wallowed in self pride and celebrated their senselessness.

There could be no more attempts at intelligent discussion. War had begun.  A time of cleansing was now at hand. The first of many wives of Job and daughters of Michal had to be sacrificed on the altars of their inflated egos, forever to dwell in the sixth and ninth circles of the Inferno.

 

Leviathan splits the atmosphere! 

Nubian Ninja implores Kinetictra.  Awake Dear SiStar out of your stupor for we must prepare to do battle with the Beyonders!  Come out from your Desolate place.

Each SiStar Loc of Kinetictra’s noble royal head rose up in agreement!

Reaching across the vortex into sonic booms to turn breech birth solar systems in labor! Washing out orbital impurities before they arrive to future homelands!

 

 

“Though you cry out for them, tender mercies will not be extended to you! Cried Nubia as she the sharp hook at the end of Laser Locs pierced the side of her intended’s cranium popping out her right eye through its orbital socket. The same procedure was done to the left eye, Shani’s last vision, of the Nubian Ninja’s grinning face as the victim could only anticipate what unseen tortures lay ahead.

“Yiiiiiiii!!!!!!!! You psychotic bitch! Screamed Shani right before her neck snapped rendering future protestations null, void and useless.

“Yes, I’m the psychotic bitch who’s now in control.

The Nubian Ninja dwelt in what appeared to outsiders as a deserted Victorian Gothic Mansion built as a mesh of Neoclassical and Rococo elements; an architectural wonder created in the 1850s for its original owners.  As time passed and the Civil War depleted the resources of the owners upon their deaths it was bequeathed to a Non Profit Medical Center which turned the Manor Mansion into a hospital for the criminally insane staffed by doctors, nurses and therapists who were not too far removed from their patients in temperament and demeanor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glowing, Glimmering and Grounding with Gaia 


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Grounding with Gaia

Today’s Forgiving Fridays: Wow A Big Decision!

Fortunately I have access to the backyard so I did a grounding ritual. Really informal. Basically I just sat down in one of the chairs, put on some easy breezy music, took off my sandals and connected directly to Mother Earth. Gaia has healing properties so walking barefoot in the grass or placing your chair in a sunny grassy area and planting your bare feet to the earth helps stabilize you.  The temps hit the 90s but the backyard is cooler thanks to the trees.  My trusty bottled water is always by my side. Staying hydrated is essential.  Sitting Sun Salutations are Fabulous!

I also conditioned my hair at the same time.  I applied the Red Palm Oil pictured below onto my hair and sat out in the Sun for a little over an hour.  Red Palm Oil has an earthy woodsy, roasted, smokey, nutty scent. Know that Red Palm Oil stains so when you do your Red Oil Hair Conditioning and Facial a little goes a long way. It stains. I wash out the Red Palm Oil in the kitchen sink which is stainless steel. So unless you want your clothing, floors and bathroom basin to be a orangery red color have lots of towels and wash clothes on hand.

Being that it was over 90 degrees outside these are optimal conditions for the Red Palm Oil, Coconut Oil, Jojoba Oil and Shea Butter to penetrate, soften and moisturize my hair and scalp producing excellent and wonderful results. Since it was so hot outside I wound up taking at least four or five showers. Refreshing!  Pampering myself is a good thing.

 

Purchased Sage from the Botanica. Then burnt the sage going from the upper to the lower floors and out the door to purify and cleanse the house removing negative energies.

 

Glow Worm – The Mills Brothers (Lyrics in Description)

 

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African Shea Butter

 

 

 

Sage

My view in our backyard

 

Connecting with Gaia

Renewing the African Goddess within

 

Red Palm Oil Deep Heat Conditioning

Here I am looking kinda crazy kooky!  LOL!!

 

Mills Brothers — The Glow Worm

 

Gaia Reclaiming Her Land


 

Land formerly wood, concrete and metal of long forgotten torn down buildings must give way to Queen Gaia as she Reclaims Land abandoned whilst She Festooning it with wild Beauty.

No. Not weeds to Her. But cordial Flora, Plants, bushes, sapling trees, flowers finding a home plus phenomenal growth where no man can pass allowing birds and small animals sanctuary during spring into summer.

Dancing happily flowing with gentle breezes. Tonight the woodland Nymphs shall dance with abandon around and through dusky moss green covers.

All Photos taken along Fulton Street in Brooklyn, NY.

 

Libation


 

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It’s a rainy Sunday here in New York.  Chillier than yesterday. Neither good nor bad. Just is. Sunday a day of reflection and worship for many Christians. I’m not a regular church goer. My attendance in a brick and mortar building is a rare occurrence. Gradually the Baptist Faith of my youth has morphed into an appreciation and Liberation from the confines, dogma and doctrine of the traditional church.  All faiths both traditional and indigenous for me have become one. All are pieces of the original stone. Yet I feel the call of my Ancient Ancestral beliefs calling me home.  I Long for the Zion of Africa.

Psalm 137:1-4

New King James Version (NKJV)

Longing for Zion in a Foreign Land

137 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

Rivers of Babylon-The Melodians

For me I imbibe the magnificence of Creation more and more through Mother Nature herself. Even if I can’t be near a park or beach because of my heavy work schedule I see myself walking the beach early in the morning when there are only the seagulls flying overhead, the ebb and flow of waves lapping at sand.  Or I’m at the park. Perhaps Central Park or Prospect Park. Touching the trees, heavy protruding boulders, taking off my shoes making that connection to land.

I crave Oneness with Gaia, The Goddess, Mother Nature. African and Native American prior to the Colonizer. Praises to Oshun!!

Any Green-space where Gaia has left her mark in millennium stones, rocks and boulders pushed surface up that speak of eons past.

One hand touches rocks and stones. Voices of Tribal past speak Wisdom into my Life. Feet Grounded within Earth, Sand and Seas.

All geological evolutionary eras merge as one.

I was there at the Jordan baptizing Jesus. My flowing locs once jet black now white with mystical waves. I shook my bountiful mane and the earth trembled. Oshun welcomes back her prodigal son.

Oshun pushed aside Neptune and gathered up her children drowned lost in Middle Passage.  Watery graveyard. We search for each other. Shackled together. Far from the Motherland of our birth.

Brought on deck. Bound. Iron to Iron. Men. Women. Some pregnant. Children. Tossed like so much excess baggage from the good ship Amistad.

We cried out to the Goddess for Salvation. Swept away into the Abyss. Poseiden stepped on our necks and took our breath away. Only the Goddess of Our Royal Bloodline can redeem us. Our Orisha came and gathered our spirits into Her Bosom.

Meditate on Her. Meditate on Her.

I am She who was from the Beginning. I Birthed the Earth into Existence. All others who came after are just minor manifestations of true Grace. Manifestations of the Original Reigning Goddess.

She poured fragrant Libation upon our weary souls. She oiled the depths of our spirits. Deliverance was nigh. The New Sojourner Truth criss-crosses the Land gathering. Gathering. Sowing. Reaping. Transformation.

 

Psalm 137:1-4

New King James Version (NKJV)

Longing for Zion in a Foreign Land

137 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

JIMMY CLIFF – rivers of babylon

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Jimmy Cliff / Many Rivers To Cross

 

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Ibeyi – River

 

“I Dreamed of Rain”-Jan Garrett & JD Martin

 

 

 

 

 

Premonition


I Did Not Fall. I was Pushed.

Normally a walk through the park after a horrendous day at work revitalized and invigorated Coreuline. But today was different. It was as though her feet were made of lead. Each step was like slogging through quicksand.

Each breathe was that of one drowning and gasping for air. After a while Coreuline stopped to sit on one of the many benches gracing the park. She purchased a salt pretzel from a vendor gave him a weak smile along with the price of the snack. Eating was one way not to hyperventilate.

The next day the crowds at the gallery were light until after lunch when the amount of visitors picked up. Then among the crowds she spotted a somewhat familial face. He said Hello and she responded in kind but after her poor eyesight adjusted she recognized him as the one who attacked her in a different set of galleries four years ago.

Instant panic attack.  Memory of his huge bloated obese body pressing her against hers. Pushing against her so firmly she nearly thought she would become part of the walls. Spittle of a raving lunatic raining down on her hair and face while he screamed bloody epitaphs. The surrounding audience of co-workers stood frozen still waiting to see the outcome of the battle. Struggling to get free with no rescue in sight she summoned every ounce of courage railing at the porcine demon freeing herself from his madness. Or so she thought.  Again as before unanswered calls for assistance because the perpetrator had rights but not the victim.

Yes. She thought once he retired peace and safety would be at hand. But once she saw him she knew her world was coming to an end. On the train ride home she beheld costumed young women laughing and joking after a day of frolicking fun.  Thinking back to her youth a slow smile came to her lips knowing her last summer was at hand.

Then came the nightmares. Michelin men crushing her bones. Squeezing all the air out of her lungs. Suffocation.

Then came D-Day. Patrolling the Terrace, observing visitors enjoying the sunny weather, admiring the artwork, listening to clinking glasses filled with fruity decorative drinks, once again he appeared parting the crowd like the Red Sea. Only he was No Moses.  Clad in black despite his bulk he moved swiftly towards her and before she could draw breathe to scream his beefy hands were around her throat choking her into oblivion.  She felt her life slip away like grains of sand through her toes on the ebbing seaside tides.  Lifting her up high enough to fling her body over the Terrace Garden walls.

Lucky for her internal darkness had descended to cushion her fall into the out stretched arms of flowering vegetational branches.  Merciful Gaia received another one of her battered daughters into her sheltering womb.