Fathers Day Proclamation

To experience the epitome of what a strong man represents, walking in high confidence while swallowing the doubts, fears, and transgressions that has brought upon him; to still smile and give light to the loves of his life, while he lives in grace, and sometimes lives in fear, but you will never see him shed an ounce, his emotions he always keeps concealed. The man whom loves his children like no other and gives every ounce of himself, inside and out ensuring that the best thing that ever happened to him carries on his proclamation of greatness, prosperity and stability.  This is an example of a true Warrior King, a Father, a Dad, the masculine energy of creation, for his essence reigns high, and dwells about leaving the best example of what a Dad should be.

                    Happy Fathers Day to all the men past, present and future! You are loved!blackfath

All the different fragments of you



To the core, the center, the inside of you that is buried beneath layers of added false personifications after personifications, dancing and swimming about on the surface of many stored transcendence of whom you really are.

Dismissive of direct questions, geared towards piercing the essence of a soul within a soulless prison of doubt, envy, hurt and worry. He walks about with the luster energy, trying to balance the ever so ending daily responsibilities of lifeless duties, and entertaining bias confidants, friends or whatever you want to call it. What is underneath that cold, bestowed, handsome smirk he gives that appeals to his ingenuous prey?

For he is a expert in recovering ever detail of his external environment down to the moca colored lipstick she wears, with the pink bra strap that reads “Victoria Secret”, peaking loosely beneath her blouse. For he knows how to extract each detail of singular information, giving her a mirror of all her traits, along with charm, for he’s an expert in studying what appeals making it seem so hypnagogic.

.All his circumstances, he blames his victims, carrying about many unhealed wombs, burying it in the chamber of spiritual energy that never dies, and always stays cold.

She will wonder how could someone be the very essence of all her desires, yet dispose of our energy in a dispensary of wombs, leaving her in dire, burning, but with no fire.

Goddess Return

Like a pulsating vacuum swallowing sucking force, gripping its teeth, using the force of his tongue to kiss her, holding her down at the base of her neck, gripping towards through the back of her spine….this energy was familiar , yet-addictive yet woven in a womb filled with unresolved, hurts, and abuse of the past. Utilizing his time  watching porn, consistently engaging in sex acts with multiple women, his amorous energy  an ole’ rolling stone couldn’t compare getting his feet against a man of unprecedented passion, yet ridden through the gates of evil, an unwarranted force, that projects illusions fooling his captured in awww……   but the image he projects is far from the truth-  from which the the soul operates, and its main mission is to extract all its fueling source from one lonesome victim

She tries aimlessly to please him, comforting his needs, adhering to his every request. Yet still, that’s not enough. Its mediocre at this point to him, for his only goal was to gather her soul and hold it close to him to utilize, to “feed” like a succubus jellyfish, stinging but holding her tight with his over compensated grip. She fights, she fights, for more time and more compassion, bewildered by the passionate, soft stroking, body banging, lips smacking, hair pulling, 10x orgasmic sex, that he gives so passionately- yet within days he withdraws- acts as if she doesn’t exists- shifting blame on her- for living in her emotions. This constant triangular toxic pattern of love and balance of polarities of  ying/yang- what was she to do? To live unjust in the name of Loyalty or Let go?

Why wasn’t she able to recognize a pattern, a pattern for which her true self was not set out to fulfill? Why was she a target, of a such a toxic bewildering, heartbreaking, narcissistic energy, that only she could entail, oh so much. It was within the facets of her soul, that she questioned the nature of the relationship, leaving to conclude, “it was me nature”…..

For the facets of this reality come with experience, and dualities on all levels. Something that she yearned for so much, why would this reality send her vampire? Why would God send her vampires to feed on the depths of her soul, entrusted with a spirit powered by demon evil forces. For the veil of her illusion was lifted, she grafted her wombs, one by one, digging underneath…so she saw the reasoning for it all.

For her experience was based in the nuisance of experiencing the ever so passionate emotional roller coaster of love. Her attraction, to experiences, far beyond her desire, brought with it, that not many books on love, or astrology cant teach. It was wisdom. Wisdom all along carried her through each storm, each undesirable moment, that she  spent pleading and begging for,…she soon began out of withdraw of it, becomes a bliss of something else. The love of self. She was no longer a victim, seeking refuge through false realities of love making filtered through an addiction to non sense. For this vampire energy could no longer penetrate the field of her stepping in the energy of her Goddess self. Nothing can surpass the pristine destine plan of the soul…. her fight, andEWA.

her drive, was there all along…

Race against the time the doesn’t exist




Too often we hear a familiar saying that says, “well ya know there’s always a race against time”…and with having that generalized perspective,  you have to complete everything within a necessary  fragment of preconceived notion of something that really doesn’t exist. Time is built up into structured, orderly segments for the sake of giving an illusion that there is a revolving clock that really exist;  With that being said,  if we did, hypothetically speaking for example remove the clock from from our perceived perception of how are day should flow…what would be the result? Would we live in the moment; with no preconceived notion of what was to come, how it will begin, or where it was going. Just pure exponential bliss experienced simultaneously through experience after experience; each moment  feeling fresh and new, rather than a memory that has fallen short of embrace. To experience this elemental lift of consciousness, one must remove the clock and “just live”. Instead of drilling anxiety, worry or any other vibration that doesn’t speak to the lift of your soul then we would seemingly only focus on living, and breathing and embracing the present  moment…. so when things become overwhelming; and it seems that you have so much “little time” or you not “enough” to fulfill some material aspect of this world, just stop in that moment and embrace the true etheric nature of just “being” a “human being”.


The definition of the word contentment is “a state of happiness and satisfaction”…..

Okay, close your eyes; and use your mind to put you in a state of happiness…or satisfaction…. for example- something that makes you happy, may be a time you remember on vacation with family, or time a time you were at a party with friends and had the time of your life! Whatever it may be; utilize and hold on to this single thought; that resonates with a feeling of happiness and satisfaction. That’s it! Nothing to complicated about that right ? I myself; daily have put into practice the utilization of concentrating and focusing my thoughts on the “now” Contentment in the way we see life; the way we look at others; and contentment in they way  we see ourselves. It is very crucial that we invest time into staying focused on the vibration of high illusionary thoughts; and feelings in order to bring change in the world and within ourselves.


Rebound Soul….

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I know better, I tell myself …

but at that very waking moment, when he makes me smile, when he kisses my cheek, something within me releases…. all the hurt, all the envy, that I had continuously weeped and weeped ; crying myself to sleep…the steady consistency of hurt and pain relinquishes from my soul so easily while temporarily trapped in the midst of the moist moment of feeling your lips enveloped onto mines….

I know better, I tell myself….

How can a young, beautiful, spontaneous brown beauty like me be so naieve? Dealing, with my own, transgressions and taken on the dissolutions of others? What is the reflection that life is trying to show me?? Why must I fall in love with broken, hurt souls, only to heal them, and leave myself; hurt, alone, and unhealed.

Still they come back time and time again,; hurt; unhealed souls, seeking its prey; loving the essence of a soul that encompasses love, and nothing else, which is all they need; because the light which fuels their source, burnt out a long time ago, for this type of soul always seeks another seed….

Chasing its prey, oh lost soul, it gets tiring, especially; when that souls begins to transpire out of its isolated state of depression, sorrow, guilt or shame, whatever it is; through the merging of a good soul; a lost damaged soul; can refuel its once dim light, and elevate; and transcend for the better; for himself  and for others….

To the point; that the fueling of its once so worrisome soul; repels a negative affect on the soul that it seeks for support; the soul that  encompasses nothing but giving, repairing, inspiring, motivating, loving and supporting the broken souls of others. While entailing all the entrapment of healing others that it eventually loses it’s energy; slowly drained; and left to sorrow; as once again the healing soul finds herself alone again, drained, but not shaken; bruised; but not willing to back down; always willing to extend her loving embrace as infinitely as her soul will allow her love to escape…

It hurts but I have to let go

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Endless conversations that drift off into the night, discovering each others mind, feeling and pondering each others thoughts…

Listening to the comforting sound of your breath as you reassure me, of your love and gratitude you have for me.

I love it,….however I see more than what’s visible to the human eye….and because of this suppressed yet outwardly power I have….I have to let you go…

I know the essence of love, I know the essence of patience, and I know the essence of growth, and you my dear….still need to grow…. I want to see you ascend, I want to see you fly, and elevate beyond what others could imagine…however I am in a growth stage myself….healing from the wombs of past hurts, neglect and abandonment….

Through the eyes of my hurt; I see and feel yours…..fighting deep in your soul for love and reassurance…..through which you seek any and all souls….

Which yields you victim for more hurt and pain, in which you gain and gain by constantly attending to other peoples pain….

It’s a shame, but its real, the parallels of life; spin like a wheel….

And with this being said,  I have to let go; I have to not pretend, that our wombs are similar, but the difference is …mines are healed……