21.3.11

Strange, how you stopped loving me.



I don't know what to say.

Per usual.

I've had an emotionally taxing day in which I had to explain the unexplainable & defend my spirituality from the grips of fear of so called "Witch craft". It's funny how in the face of the unknown people immediately call the Devil's name. Point blank, that shit immediately offends me.

Your lack of understanding leads you down that path.
Straight into the doors of his deception.

All things have One Provider, may I not forget this.

For the next 7 days I want to cleanse myself completely. Of everything. I will not smoke, I will only ingest raw foods (fruits & vegetables) & Green Tea coupled with plenty water. I will not drink. I will not fuck. I won't even tweet as crazy as I usually do. An hour a day maximum. I want to get back into the habit of writing with ease. Having to wait for inspiration is a tedious ordeal. Something is blocking me. It must be found & immediately eradicated.

But anyway. Complete cleanse of myself to prepare my body for my future attempts at Tantric Mysticism which I believes goes hand in hand with the sudden disenchantment I feel for my natural talent.

I felt something today, that I absolutely must feel again.

& I will.

In due time.

Allah's that is.

I'm going to learn Arabic & French this year by any means necessary & then after, a plethora of other Asian dialects & then to include my own home bred one. I must learn Ewe. I must teach my children Ewe, I must teach my children everything I learn.

I pray for this ability to continue onward.

I thank my Source for giving me the ability to see past the limitations of my flesh & into the spiritual.

It will lead me to great heights.
In this? I have no doubts.

I've had this "mysterious" condition for 5 years now & for the first time an episode was finally witnessed by a family member. To me? That's a sign.

I'm ready. For what?

Who knows?

Bruh. Whatever floats God's boat.

I just want to feel his sun on my face everyday.
Hear the laughter of my loved ones until the day I move on.
& spread the joy of knowing his existence for an eternity.

I just want to love all you bitches.
I just want to love all you hoes.

Let me.

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