Hi SOUL Hi! Lovianhal!
How you? I’m glad you’re here. I’m here too! I love you.
Last night was the full blood moon. A total lunar eclipse. Did you see it? I can’t remember the last time I stayed up late to watch the moon crawl across the sky– in this case– inch over our awaiting sun for a full red kiss we got to witness. It was gorgeous. What was also gorgeous was the literal compulsion I had to host another fire ceremony last night.
I had received my instructions at least a week ago. All the pieces to last night’s ceremony fell into place on their own. I wrote my petitions with my fave ancestor drum music and set up my “fire”–which was a white candle and a glass receptacle to hold the burning petitions, all in a giant metal bowl that I lovingly situated on a chair by the open door that leads to the deck. Just in case. Because I’m sane. For this ceremony, I felt more prepared, but also still new. I’m clear that working with subtle energies is to be taken seriously and with a sense of reverence.
As I was setting everything up, something interesting and unexpected happened. For context, I know when my Dad–who is currently an ancestor– has come for a visit. Random, normally perfectly functioning lights in my house start flickering. Sometimes it’s in the kitchen– that’s where it starts and then it moves into the bathroom. Often simultaneously. It usually happens right as I’m getting ready for my Facebook Live meditation sangha in the morning. When it happens I always say “Hey Dad. How are you? How’s the ancestor realm treating you?” I haven’t discovered yet the most effective way to hear his response– but I feel that he’s okay. The funny part is that whenever I ask my dad if he’s going to sit with me during meditation, the lights stop flickering. I laugh and say “Next time then?” I couldn’t get my dad to meditate with me when he was Earthside, it’s still true with him on the other side of the veil. Ha! The flickering will sometimes start again later in the day, and last night the lights were flickering a lot. So that’s the backdrop. I knew my ancestors were present with me for last night’s ceremony.
With that as the context, as I was setting up my fire ceremony “station”, I was carrying two white pillar candles that I had just finished washing and anointing to put in place. For no good reason that I can think of, one of the candles fell from my hand and crashed into the base of my hammock. Yes, I have a hammock in the middle of the living room, because it’s glorious. The glass broke into hundreds of tiny glistening little pieces right onto the carpet. Interestingly, I wasn’t even annoyed about it. I assumed there was an important reason, but I was more concerned about the glass in the carpet– for obvious reasons– most of which involve the safety of my cat Picard. My first instinct was the use the vacuum, but something told me to use the broom in a very particular way. It felt like guided instruction. The angle I was holding the broom and the efficacy of how easily I was able to gather every piece of glass from the carpet and the ease with which I was able to remove the perfectly intact white candle from what was left of the glass and anoint it without getting a single cut on my hands. Next level. I did vacuum after I swept “just in case”, but that’s not the point. I was being helped. The space I made for myself, the circle of influence I created for the ceremony by moving my hammock–that I would not have created if that glass hadn’t shattered at my feet “by accident”. I didn’t understand at the time what I needed that space for, but we’ll to that in a moment.
When it was time, with gratitude, I called the ancestors in. I called in my spirit guides and the ascended masters, the angels, all the benevolent interdimensional and interplanetary beings, all of nature, and all of creation to be with and stand with me as we, the collective of creation, release all that no longer serves us. This time, I knew to bring offerings for the fire and to honor the four directions, the heaven and the earth and all those who were present with me. I used small pieces of the sage bundle I was burning and some drops of really good olive oil as offerings. I also had one of those little ceremonial incense cups that will smoke you out, if you aren’t paying attention or don’t have a door open. The music I was playing was from Malte Marten & Chantress Seba. An ethereal one hour whole vibe called Om Gam Mantra for Clearing energy & remove blockages. Chile. I don’t know which planetary system Seba is from, but hunny her voice is literal magic and it was the perfect soundtrack for what I was present to do last night.
Once the fire was ready, I offered my petitions–some very personal, some for friends and some global. Yes. I put anti-blackness, the technology of whiteness and white supremacy et all in them flames last night. I put the whole of the pain body surrounding how this current world came to be– in them flames and watched them burn into the ash from whence it came. It was both beautiful and cathartic to watch something that oft seems so big and pervasive and insurmountable–
if only because it lives in the minds and bodies of so many humans who are currently walking the planet–
how the whole idea of it fit onto little slips of paper and then were handed over to the spirit of fire to burn.
With the voice of brilliant, glowing melanated being singing it’s release from the collective consciousness…whew.
When all of my petitions were in the flames, I felt moved to dance. Queue the reason why I needed the space I cleared from the candle fall. I felt like an Alvin Ailey dancer in my white cotton nightgown and head wrap as Seba sang and I danced. In the same space where there had been broken glass that certainly would have sliced my feet if I hadn’t swept it all up meticulously…
My hands like a symphony conductor’s,
swirling in front and in back of me…
drawing things from my body that my physical eyes could not see
drawing things out of my personal field, swirling them with my hands into a circle and offering them to the fire.
When I lifted my arms and swirled them over my head
then pulled them down in front of me to make a circle with my hands as though pulling some unseen force into an orb,
my dance would take me back to the flame to release them.
I was an energy wielder, the dance was my guide in the field of answered prayer.
I wish you could see the ceremony the way it happened. The way I’m remembering it to share it with you, gives the actually experience little justice. It felt ancient. Channeled. Important.
To anchor the mystical, metaphysical, miraculous nature of the experience, please keep in mind that I was not keeping time, nor had I heard the song I was listening/dancing to before (that I’m aware of) in my life. And yet, the last tendrils of the burning petitions culminated, the fullness of my dance was complete, the smoke-you-out incense finished smoking, and the candle (that didn’t have a glass sheath to contain it) burned down to its bottom and tuckered out at the literal exact moment as Seba’s last note reverberated through my speakers. At. The. Same. Time.
You know that feeling when something seemingly impossible happens and you go– did that just happen? Yeah. But, I didn’t dawdle. I prayed myself out of the fire portion of my ceremony. And then I got the inspiration to anoint myself with my Ayurvedic sesame massage oil from top to toes. Got into my prayerful shower, cleaned out the tub and then proceeded to submerge myself in a gorgeous salt bath, anchoring myself in the softness, grace, compassion and opulence of a magical, wonder-filled, LOVEing life of my dreams. I stayed in the tub until there was nothing left to do but watch the water swirl through the drain.
Then, I dried off. After reconfiguring the two white candles, whose flames made patterns on the bathroom walls as I soaked, from the side of the tub, to the floor in front of me; I walked through them as though stepping through the portal of my destiny. I anointed myself with ceremonial oil, put on my white robe, prayed myself out of my bath with gratitude and then made some rose and blue lotus flower tea with honey and a glorious dollop of creamy coconut sorbet on top.
I sipped my tea with an air of opulence in my vintage gold-inlay china, listening to another Seba vibe (this one too before I went to bed) relishing for about an hour– between my kitchen table and my deck– stretching my head and neck over the railing of my balcony, spying the moon and the sun’s dance in the sky. When I finally lay my head on my pillow, I cannot even begin to express to you tell you how deep and sound and thoroughly I slept. I woke up this morning on cloud 11. Deeply rested. Deeply rooted. Deeply ready for what’s next in my life. It was a perfect, glorious evening that I’m more than clear that I haven’t even begun to touch the surface of in my process of processing. I had a mystical experience.
Now. My Sistar fren Bunmi and I are doing this practice called “Best Case Scenario” via the teachings of Rev. Dr. Cheryl Ward. We call each other every day and share details of our most glorious best lived days. Like think of the best day you could possibly have–no limits or limitations–Martha Beck calls them wildly improbable goals. I believe the babies are calling it “being delulu” now. And so on our call for 5 mins each, we share in as much detail as we can a day in the life of our best lives. I’m still getting the hang of it, but today I shared a version of last night’s ceremony’s effects on me and the world. Among other things (that we can talk about later), I shared how I woke up a new person. Skin glowing, body vibing, healed, whole, perfect and complete–my exact words–
“From the bottom of my feet to the top of my head, I woke up this morning made new.”
Bunmi responded, “Oh My God. That was my exact prayer for myself last night.”
Amen.
There is something to this. And there is much to discuss tonight on TEMS.
Tonight’s Starfolk University staff:
Rhonda Wildflower-Dean of Astrological Arts
Kitakiya Dennis–Visiting Mystic
Eisha Mason–Dean of Radical Spiritual Connection
Meredith + Tavis– Deans of Indigenous Education
Empress Naima– Dean of Intuitive Arts
Jason Benefield-Dean of Peaceful Life Navigation
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
The women in white continued dancing around the tub, around the room, around the building, around the town, through the streets, around the world, and the whole of Earthplane.
The riddim continued
For hours
For days
For weeks
And potentially for years
Decades passed
The riddim
didn’t stop,
The Women in White kept dancing until the very last blue flame ravaging through Kai’s DNA
was teetered out.
— The Stellar Universe, Book 4: Deep Roots
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 FIRE
Acronym:
Forever
Invigorated
Remembering
Eternality
(FIRE burns…)
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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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