I read a tweet that said manifesting on 8.8 is like going to the gas station for sushi n it made me like the collective hopefulness more
the harder the empire falls the Higher folks look for answers
when I went to the internet n New Age Spirituality in my early 20s I was the same —
seeking guidance n Belonging outside of the people at work n school n the weight of my name
I Remember Being called to Redondo Beach from where I was working in Service in West Oakland n goin through some isolating identity crises
Sascha’s family received me openly n eagerly in all my brokenness n emptiness they took me in n
we jus enjoyed the Water without much explaining
I Remember sitting in meditation there happy + found
I Remember feeling an overwhelming presence an orange glow surrounded me on the sand
I Remember Knowing everything was about to Change but I held on to my Hearts dream
to bring Samadhi back to Earth
to facilitate an awakening
I asked God(dess) to use me
on this day 7 years ago a Saturn cycle later
I Am humbled by my Love for the Sun
The Dog Star my Home my guidance my lineage
we’re all here now — much older than I realized
I See who I am
I ask for continued protection
for Khadji’s peace
for the Divine justice planted in the land to hold
for the seeds of the future to take to the soil stained with blood n to push up
n through past this realm
(re)Birthing a newly Remembered way where every Body all the elements directions n codes are Free
a recalibrating of the Soul of our Soul(s)
to Freedom!
& so it is + will Be.
emBodied melody 