I fell asleep in your arms forever and together we lapsed into eternity like babes in the woods. Forest green was our cradle and verdant moss bedecked a flower strewn winding sheet blazed upon by sun and cooled in moonlit nights. Gaia received us without judgment or blame thanking us for nourishing seedling eons. Gentle boughs bent down to caress our sunken cheeks. Roots plowed up the earth making sure we were firmly planted to her suckled breast.
Winter’s harsh breath exhales into the frosty snowy past. Icy Hoarfrost gives way to billowing branches blooming with expectant buds. Whispers of newness of Life encompass Mother Earth urging upwards bursting seeds taking root sending forth shoots of glorious colored petals over willowy leafy verdant pastures beckoning formerly winter bound spirits to break forth into joyous song.
The Voice of Springtime is now heard in the land. I hear the gurgling of the babbling brook and feel a gentle breeze upon my face. Arboreal splendor dances in celebration of incoming upcoming vim, vigor and vitality. Vivaciously laughing at Jack Frost’s feeble attempts to reclaim yearning terrain. Cheerful, Joyful Persephoneskips, leaps and jumps into her Mother Demeter eager arms.
The whole family had been cursed since twin sisters Calista and Cassandra ate the radioactive Chia seeds. Not too long afterwards Chia pets began to take root in their wombs with developing Chia baby monsters growing and getting stronger day by day.
As time passed along with the developing fetuses they began sprouting greenery from their ears, nose, mouth, pores and even their lady parts. Within a scant 6 months both sisters gave birth to baby chia monstrosities.
The townsfolk in their distrust and horror made their way through the bayous, swamps, and bogs teeming with life attempting to chase down and stab, shoot with a silver bullet, hack to death and dismember both Calista and Cassandra along with their respective Chia children.
As this Chia-lite family ran for their lives they deposited Chia seeds into the fertile unconsecrated ground springing up to entangle and strangle the Sheriff, his deputies as well as nearly all the rampaging villagers with their torch lamps and Blast-master 5000’s.
As the moon rose full upon that starry night so did Chia Zombies which ripped fleeing flesh from juicy marrow bones, snapping, popping and crunching with glee over each gory mouthful.
Chia Zombies are not brainless wonders like film or TV zombies not only did they feast upon human flesh but made their way to the local gardeners, hot house, and nature museum where in their zest and haste to grow and be powerful they consumed large amounts of miracle grow and any other type plant food they could find turning themselves into Avenging Green Warriors for Mother Nature stamping all doubters of Global Warming and Climate Change. The Mother and Twin Reunions also ate enormous amounts of Kudzu, which is the mother of all climbing, coiling, and trailing perennial vines. This increase their ability to spread unhindered into neighboring towns, villages, and provinces.
Calista and Cassandra embodying the supremacies and strengths of human and plant life became female oracles declaring the redemptive power of Gaia causing flora and fauna to bow down to the Alfalfa and the Omega………………………………………………………….
Well our family has had bad luck every since with cousins Morton and Milton the next set to endure the curse, but that tale is for another post. See ya!!
Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more. Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.
In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom. You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground. Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.
Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.
When the Village is under attack, the Warriors stand ready to defend the people. Every Primordial Goddess and Queens of the Seven continents sound the War Cry! Nzingha, Judith, Deborah, Hatshepsut, Kali, Ishtar, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Bodaceia, shall all arise from Earth Mother Gaia, take up the Sword as well as the Spear to reclaim the Land and set Justice for Her Peoples!! For Justice has removed her blindfold and joined the avenging Army.
Candace of Meroë
Vassals, slaves, sharecroppers. One bondage seems to begat another. Tilling land for another. Giving away hard wrought crops. Women-wives given as chattel, cooks and sex slaves in despair and fear of displeasing a drunken sadistic male calling himself a husband but far from the definition. From one man’s hand to another. Pay Tribute to the Patroon! Bow down! Grovel! Hat in Hand! Are you really To the Manor Born?
Women a bride price. A Dowry given. Property exchanged. Skeletal hands beckon to a sideshow horrors. We who raise children and create nations are relegated to shame, guilt and fear. Oh my girlchild you were born a target, an object of scorn second in place to all your younger brothers behind you. Your redemption lies in a fruitful womb. Your worth as a source of male heirs to the Throne. For the barren lie desolate consigned to the wasteland beyond the city gates.
Candace of Meroë
Legion Queen Candace, Fallen Leaf, Running Eagle, Buffalo Calf Road Woman, Mulan, Tashenamani, Tomoe Gozen, Boudica, Hangaku Gozen, Yaa Asantewaa, Amina Sukhera, Oya, Yennenga, and Zenobia ride in on Red Dappled Mares and Winged Unicorn Pegasus gathering up the fallen, carrying them to safe harbor.
Rise up and be spoken! Rise Up and be Heard! No more shall we remain Silent. Victorious we march taking back our Queenship bestowing grace, power, authority and pleasures evermore to our female Womb Jewels. Treasures and treasured from now on.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 