Hi SOUL Hi! Lovianhal!
How you? I’m glad you’re here. I’m here too! I love you.
We’ve had some time to process. How you feeling?
Me? I’m still not sure. This is such a weird time. Earth School gets wilder and wilder. While I acknowledge that I personally feel at peace on the inside, I can feel the pangs of energy around a world that is not. At peace. People who think they’re in “power” are fighting for their very lives. Or what they think is their lives. What somebody’s ancestor artificially crafted for them to think their lives “should” look like. There’s an oddness to this feeling tone.
To me, it feels like…
the word that comes to mind is…fake.
Hear me out.
The feeling I keep getting is that we’re all Dorothy in The Wiz. And we’ve done our due diligence. We’ve been through some trials. We’ve collected our talents and powers and frens along the way and have been on route to see The Wiz. We’ve watched with glee all the fabulousness that Quincy Jones orchestrated in “The Color Is” scene of the film. We’ve been mesmerized by the prospect of all that fabulousness in front of us. WE’re like, okay bet. The color is GREEN! We’re invested in the music and the dancing and the jade furs on gloriously adorned women and men, laid out on luxurious sofas in the middle of the street.
And then the trumpet sounds and The Wiz informs us that he’s changed his mind. Green is out. Red is in. So then we watch with wonder as the same glorious beings galavant around and around in all their glorious glory, singing and dancing to a new song. The song of Red. And then, The Wiz changes his mind again. Red is out. The color of the moment is now Gold. The spectacle continues. New clothes. New Song. New dance. It’s all so fabulous. And we have no idea it’s all a rouse. Especially after we finally, finally get an audience with The Wiz. He’s terrible. His face is giant and metallic. Cartoonish and yet fierce. He’s got steam gathering from his nostrils and harshness pooling from his mouth. He’s frightening. We tremble at his feet.
And then he gives us an impossible task. To find and kill Evilene. The mean and chunky sister of the witch we unwittingly killed when we arrived in Oz. And we don’t know how to do what he’s asking. But we go and try cause all we wanna do is get home. HOME. A kind and just society that works for everyone.
Well. It turns out, Evilene essentially kills herself cause that’s how the story plays out. We dance and rejoice at the prospect that we ain’t have to really do anything except endure the possibility of being snuffed out. And when we triumph and get back to The Wiz, turns out he’s a fake. Not magical at all. Not fierce. Not frightening. Not even really cartoonish. He’s just a guy. A… dare I say…loser ass dude who found his way to “power” because “the people” he crashed into ain’t know no better. He was able to hold up the rouse because nobody but a young-ish Black girl and her frens even had the notion of an idea to go in the back way to collect what was promised. Turns out The Wiz ain’t have no power.
Dorothy and her frens had to contend with the fact that
whatever they had traveled
to see a plain old regular ole boy-man to collect–
they had
within them
all
along.
And older, actually magical Black woman, an ancestor–we’ll presume, gave us the clue.
And so here we are.
I really and truly feel like we are being pushed in the direction of seeing the possibility that whatever we’re most afraid of with this country and these weirdos already starting the process of whipping the collective population into a frenzy–
is a false face of a tiny, tiny man with no actual power.
He’s using us. Our conversations. Our fears. Our insecurities. To feel powerful.
And if we know the end of the story already, that we get HOME because we recognize that we’re already there–that, perhaps, we never left…
That, we’re on Earth school to have an experience. That, we are the power, the heart, the mind, the soul we’ve been seeking…
What would we do? What would our work be? How would we spend our days? If we could travel to the future and know that we’ve won–whatever it is we think we’re fighting for– how do we behave today?
Per usual, I have many more questions than I have answers. And the greatest news is that we’ll be unpacking a bunch tonight during our second of this three part series of FAMILY meetings this month.
Tonight’s Starfolk University staff:
Empress Naima- Dean of Art Theory
Eisha Mason- Dean of Radical Spiritual Connection
Jenn Jones-Dean of Heart-full Entrepreneurship
Eric Nixon-Dean of Fellowship + Change
Daoud Mohteghi- Dean of Christian Mysticism and Counseling
Dr. Carol Penn– Dean of Spiritual Legacy
Bunmi Moses- Dean of Brilliance, Luminosity and the Shamanic Arts
Bridge’tte Stargate- Dean of Spiritual Mid Wifery
Of course, Jordan is in the WuWu Metaphysical Studio with me, so Join us tonight 7-10p on WURD! Bring a journal, pen and 3 frens…
#starfolku #starpeopleish #comegetfree
“Don’t nobody bring me no bad news.” -Evilene, The Wiz
You can listen live with this link and/or on the WURD App. We ARE Live on the FB Live OR Twitch too tonight!
Per usual, in EVERY single thing we do, the intention is transformation. And well moisturized legs.
Pssst! This month our #shiftprompt is:
The Art BEing FAMILY
Acronym:
Facing
Authenticity,
Magnifying
Intention
Leading
YOU
(It’s a FAMILY affair)
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The WuWu Metaphysical studio begins Friday night at 7p EST on WURD 96.1FM Philly + The FB LIVE (worldwide). See you then yes? Oh! Bring a journal, a pen and 3 frens! WuWu is best done together. 🙂 #comegetfree
Lovianhal,
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