AWAKENINGS AND MELANIN IN SPIRITUALITY

I am home today, and as usual, I love to sit on my bed, stare out my window and think. I am an Aries, this is what we do most. Think. While in thought, my mind took me back to the days when I was just beginning to become awake. I know I have repeated this often, but my awakening (like most) was jarring. To this day, I still wonder how I survived it. ...

I am home today, and as usual, I love to sit on my bed, stare out my window and think. I am an Aries, this is what we do most. Think. While in thought, my mind took me back to the days when I was just beginning to become awake. I know I have repeated this often, but my awakening (like most) was jarring. To this day, I still wonder how I survived it. ...

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THE SPIRITUALITY OF LANGUAGE

A part of human evolution is sound, or language. A child is born and the first thing we hear from him is sound as he cries his welcome into the world. As the baby grows he will develop speech which will become a greater part of his intelligence. ...

A part of human evolution is sound, or language. A child is born and the first thing we hear from him is sound as he cries his welcome into the world. As the baby grows he will develop speech which will become a greater part of his intelligence. ...

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THE UNBELIEVABLE POWERS OF AFRICA

As a child in Jamaica if a splinter ran up into our foot my mother would use kerosene oil and then scrape the inside of a green banana, mix it together with something else and tie it on the foot with a material called calico and in no time the splinter would be drawn out. For ring worm she would rub the affected area with lime until it bled, then crush Blue (or Azure) to powder, sprinkle it onto the area and then use a bottle stopper from a beer bottle or a Jamaican D&G and press it hard over the ring worm and in no time we would be ring worm free, albeit still carrying the bottle stopper mark. My mother was knowledgeable in things the elders used to heal and make well. She also told us of when they had sent Obeah to her, the healer ('de madda' as the healer is called in Jamaica), upon seeing that the enemy was steadfastly pursuing my mother, had used her own menstrual blood with matches and some other things to "guard" her. ...

As a child in Jamaica if a splinter ran up into our foot my mother would use kerosene oil and then scrape the inside of a green banana, mix it together with something else and tie it on the foot with a material called calico and in no time the splinter would be drawn out. For ring worm she would rub the affected area with lime until it bled, then crush Blue (or Azure) to powder, sprinkle it onto the area and then use a bottle stopper from a beer bottle or a Jamaican D&G and press it hard over the ring worm and in no time we would be ring worm free, albeit still carrying the bottle stopper mark. My mother was knowledgeable in things the elders used to heal and make well. She also told us of when they had sent Obeah to her, the healer ('de madda' as the healer is called in Jamaica), upon seeing that the enemy was steadfastly pursuing my mother, had used her own menstrual blood with matches and some other things to "guard" her. ...

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FOOD FOR SPIRITS – DO NOT NEGLECT THEM

The other day I was so busy doing all and everything that I had forgotten to eat until on my way back home. My stomach reminded me that I had neglected it. I went and bought some vegan food (been toying with the vegan possibility for a while, but there's a big spiritual reason why I may not go vegan after all, I will do a post on this soon), and some other kinds of snacks on the side. As I got home and showered, this was about 8 or 9 pm, feeling nicely refreshed, I sat on the veranda for a while, relaxed, ready to eat while enjoying the night's breeze, there is nothing like a sweet Jamaican breeze and a glass of nicely iced sorrel beside me. I opened up the box of food which consisted of split peas rice, some red peas stew, curry chickpeas stew, salad and some veggie chunks (tastes good, but looks like dog food). The aroma rose up to my nose which eagerly inhaled all its tropical flavored goodness. It was very pleasant. Anticipation of my first bite made my salivate. I dug my fork into the rice, lifting some veg along and a piece of the chunks, (which I eyed and criticized somewhere far in my mind), as I did this almost half the food fell from my plate. My first taste fell to the ground, in my head I heard a thud (which I am certain wasn't there) as I stared frozen for a second at the fallen bite. A small laugh erupt from me as realization came full frontal. I had neglected the spirits. I had neglected to offer my first bite to my non physicals, something we all ought to do. Jamaican people wid oonuh backward thinking, please do not start wid oonuh "ah duppy yuh ah feed!" Lawd God man, wake up and be present! ...

The other day I was so busy doing all and everything that I had forgotten to eat until on my way back home. My stomach reminded me that I had neglected it. I went and bought some vegan food (been toying with the vegan possibility for a while, but there's a big spiritual reason why I may not go vegan after all, I will do a post on this soon), and some other kinds of snacks on the side. As I got home and showered, this was about 8 or 9 pm, feeling nicely refreshed, I sat on the veranda for a while, relaxed, ready to eat while enjoying the night's breeze, there is nothing like a sweet Jamaican breeze and a glass of nicely iced sorrel beside me. I opened up the box of food which consisted of split peas rice, some red peas stew, curry chickpeas stew, salad and some veggie chunks (tastes good, but looks like dog food). The aroma rose up to my nose which eagerly inhaled all its tropical flavored goodness. It was very pleasant. Anticipation of my first bite made my salivate. I dug my fork into the rice, lifting some veg along and a piece of the chunks, (which I eyed and criticized somewhere far in my mind), as I did this almost half the food fell from my plate. My first taste fell to the ground, in my head I heard a thud (which I am certain wasn't there) as I stared frozen for a second at the fallen bite. A small laugh erupt from me as realization came full frontal. I had neglected the spirits. I had neglected to offer my first bite to my non physicals, something we all ought to do. Jamaican people wid oonuh backward thinking, please do not start wid oonuh "ah duppy yuh ah feed!" Lawd God man, wake up and be present! ...