Mantra of Faith and Forgiveness

I have fear.

But I am brave.

Bravery is the ability to face fear

Knowing truly that fear is a mental construct

And that we are the creators of it.

We, the creations of the Creator,

Are entities of perfection.

We are strong and complex systems of wholeness.

Fear has no chance against this understanding,

And when we come to this understanding we hand

Our fear up, let it float away like clouds of smoke,

So that it may be transformed into showers of faith.



Regaining Belief In My Abilities

Starting to physically

See and sense auras


Starting to realize and accept

That I’ve been able to physically, emotionally,

Spiritually see and sense auras

My entire life.


When I was a babygirl,

I called the spirits “demons” and “monsters”

Because I felt alone in my recognition of them.

I searched for answers, but was discouraged

From asking questions.

From others and then myself.

I would see our energy and ignore it,

I would sense our energy and call it

Aches or illness.

The conscious mind is a tool and a hindrance.


– Oyá

October, 2017

The battle between God’s power and the will of man has left behind the unprepared and unconscious. This has separated them from access to their love and godly state and has lifted those who were ready and willing to sacrifice what was.

The lifted ones are in the process of receiving the benefits of the hard work they have done to protect themselves and to protect the innocence of the collective existence. Blessings for them, the angels have entered their bodies and their paths.

Those lost in the darkness want the light! Don’t give up your journey, don’t give up your path, light beings! There is no peak that we’re going to hit, we will always grow, we will always have the ability to shine brighter, to connect and to ascend. We are now moving into a new level of senses that allow us to transcend the linear time-controlled reality that we have developing in. Have no fear, and have no chill. Remind us… what is top priority? The heritage of our soul.


At The End of My Rope

Brown bodies in bloody boxes
Burn for enlightenment.
The Phoenix cries for Kanye,
The children cry for daddies
Robbed of them by cowards in critical condition.
There are chains on the ankles of the
Procreation of miseducation and almighty God.
Their wings were sold on sale,
Targets drawn on them in permanent marker.
The innocence of the young and curious takes another existence
And Geppettos plead sentient in the shoes of their off-beat ancestors.