The American Jesus

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‘Michael, the American Jesus’ by David LaChapelle

Jesus is one of the ascended masters and deities that I still adore, that I still commune with. The Jesus (or ‘Yeshua’, the actual earthly name that he had) who loved children and was kind to everyone, who was so popular (people had to climb trees to catch a glimpse of him, and struggle through crowds to touch him), breaking as many stupid rules as he could during his earthly incarnation, focusing on love, forgiveness, kindness, and healing, despite the injustice that he suffered and the false news that was spread about him in religious & non-religious places. Yahweh, whose very essence is ‘spirit’, not ‘Christian’, not even ‘Jew’, not bound by any man-made ideologies or the accounts of who he was that was documented in the Bible many centuries ago.

The very essence of the spirit of Jesus is very peaceful, loving, kind, and true. People are focusing on the earthly incarnation of Jesus, mostly uninterested in who the spirit is. They are turning to the books of Matthew, Mark, John, and Luke to look up what Jesus the Man said (as far as we know, yeah), not caring so much about what Jesus meant, and most-importantly, what Jesus is saying now, which is quite redundant, if you ask me, especially since you acknowledge daily that spirits exist even after an earthly incarnation, that Jesus is alive somewhere.  

If Jesus was to return as a human today, you will absolutely not find him in a church, or a cathedral, or anywhere near the pope. There are more chances of finding him in Jasmine Masters or Bobrisky’s living room, or the orphanage, or with the people of the Amazon, than any of those places. To the Pharisees, he was a major weirdo, and it’s not hard to see why. He wasn’t a member of the religious elite, in a sense, but he was, and that was uncomfortable.

People have made an ideology, a political system, and a cult out of what they think God/Spirit and Jesus are, and it is scary, to say the least. The wickedness that has been carried out in those names, the discrimination, the hatred, the scamming, and everything else, is nauseating.

A majority of people do not understand what they are doing in Jesus’ name; they just go with the flow. It has become a game of ‘those who will make it to Heaven’ versus ‘those who will make it to hell’ much more than anything else, and that’s quite stupid because all our souls came from Heaven. We’ve walked the streets of gold, we’ve seen other realms, and we can all chill. Religion has an uncanny ability to make people very proud of and confident in their ignorance, and it’s an ugly sight to behold.

This is a really good painting. There are distinct similarities between the last earthly incarnations of Michael and that of Jesus, both being sons of ‘Joseph’ but not really, much more, betrayed by the very people that they trusted and loved (for money and acceptance).

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Sex is Ruining our World

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I actually don’t mean the title, it’s ridiculous, and I am a hater.

I went to the database of the International Association of the Unlaid to find the list of individuals who are destined to depart from this cold, hard [lmao, what fuckery] world without ever experiencing intercourse with other individuals, and my name was first on the list. Brethren, believe you me, I was not surprised in the least.

Each time I imagine myself existing in that state of vulnerability that one has to be in to engage in the moment of action that is sex, the thought sends shivers up and down my spine. That won’t be me, God; that can’t possibly be me. Inherently, or perhaps it isn’t, I don’t know,  I can never find true pleasure in a state of vulnerability, and sex involves many things including the surrendering of pride and power. It is a non-violent act of violence. Don’t take the last sentence seriously; I don’t know what I’m on about.

A few years ago, when I used to travel to my mum’s rented residence at Okuku, the same town where my mum was a professor and the head of her department at the Osun State University, there was a perverted individual within the vicinity. He was the landlady’s son and I called him ‘Uncle Raphael, as per the culture. If someone is old enough to be your uncle, ‘uncle’ has to precede their name before it is uttered.

Whenever my mum wasn’t looking, he would look at me weirdly, suggestively, so I avoided him at all costs. I have never told my mum this, and I can certainly see how people who have gone through serious forms of molestation, especially of the sexual nature, keep quiet about it, even for the rest of their lives.

Whenever my mum gave me her clothes to wash, and we sometimes would travel with dirty clothes so I could wash them whenever she was away at her university, I would wash them indoors, in the bath, and although I knew she would give me a piece of her mind whenever she returned for doing so instead of doing the washing outside, I couldn’t exactly tell her why. I was trying to avoid Raphael. I stayed indoors until the afternoon or evening, until I could hear my mum’s car horn outside the gate; I am an indoor-loving person anyway.

Raphael was a completely different person whenever my mum was around. He was a bit cold towards me, almost mean. There was this one time that I slept off and rain fell, making the clothes that I had spread get super-wet all over again, and as my mum was scolding me for not paying attention to the rain, he was too. It was mind-blowing.

My mum spoke highly of him, and she would many times call him ‘Uncle
Raphael’ too, even though she is very much older than him. She would thank him for running errands for her and stuff- some of it had to do with the fact that she was the landlady’s son, I believe.

My whole family took a vacation of sorts to my mum’s residence at a time, and after I had made the meal [I am the first and only daughter of four children, my natal Saturn is in the 1st house, I am not even 30 yet but I have the maturity of a 55-year-old, and I have had to work quite hard till this day], I was told to go into the car to get something- I don’t remember what it was. I grabbed the torch, left the residence, and headed to the car.

There he was, right in front of his residence, as it was next to my mum’s, staring at me like a wild cat [no offence to cats, I love y’all], like he was about to devour me. He was calling me, and I think he may have hastened his steps as I ran to the car. He didn’t run after me, so instinctively, I knew I was going to be ambushed. I remember being very terrified to return to the residence. I got whatever it was and headed for the residence, and as I expected, he was lurking by a wall in the dark, waiting for me.

I kept telling him to leave me alone. The whole thing happened quickly; he carried me, and he kept trying to force a kiss on me. I kept trying to struggle free, but of course, he was stronger than me. I used to be short and slim. I’m still short, just not slim. I can remember how uncomfortable I felt that night; the whole thing was quite distressing.

Then he heard his mum’s voice. It happened not too far from his mother’s quarters and she must have heard me tell him to leave me alone. She was seated, and I can remember her calling his name, ‘Raphael!’. He seemed surprised that she had seen him since she would have been asleep at the time, I assume, and he quickly left me alone.

My family was to leave the town not too long after, and he asked me for a parting gift after he let me go. I gave him a can of Malta Guinness; it was either out of relief or confusion, I don’t know. There were only six cans in the house, and my family members were to have one each. When my mum asked if I had taken my share, I pretended that I had taken the drink. My father was around too, and I couldn’t tell either of them what had happened.

It bothered me for a long time; it bothers me to this day. I wish it didn’t, because nothing really happened, and a voice in my head keeps telling me that the experience I just narrated may be quite insulting to people who have been through more-serious forms of rough handling. The memory of being so vulnerable and unable to defend myself, unable to save myself from Raphael’s very-strong grip, is quite painful. I could have been somewhere between 11-15 years old; I don’t remember vividly.

I have a very strong phobia of being kissed, being held or hugged for longer than necessary, and definitely intercourse. I somewhat believe that my experience has nothing to do with those fears; it is who I am inherently, guarded, not just a late bloomer. I gave myself my first kiss with a mirror and that’s it; I don’t need anymore.

I have a feeling that there will be a change in the future, that perhaps, when I am in my 30s or 40s, I will meet someone, male or female, I don’t care, and when we both look into each other’s eyes, the rest will be history- I will want to be touched in that way. I just don’t see it happening, and I am, for some reason, quite determined to not let it happen, but we’ll see. Life always happens, and life has a very interesting sense of humour.

I mean the title, it’s not ridiculous, and I will tell you why I think so when I make a second part to this- Sex is Ruining our World II. 

Talking About the Way We Talk

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Painted by Margaret Garcia


I am beginning to dislike talking. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I don’t get irritated all the time, but yes, I do most times. I can bear hearing people talk, nicely, for hours and hours on end, as long as my input is not necessarily required, and if it is, not for very long. It is a weird thing to confess but it is true.

My solar return chart says my Mercury, Mars, and North Node are in the 12th house, and this feeling may or may not be related to that, but the hard sounds that we make when we talk, as humans in general (me included), are getting very hard on my ears, especially when we say unkind things. It makes my ears bleed. Although there’s never any blood, 😫  it feels that way. I wish we would speak softly more.

On the other hand, I enjoy music. I can’t survive for the next 12 hours without listening to lyrics and beats. I would get very uncomfortable.  

I listen to all kinds of artistes- Fela, Freddie, Sinatra, Michael, Nina, Amy, several others, for hours on end, and of course, some of these artistes are more soft-spoken than others. It’s interesting how beautiful even yelling becomes when it is done musically. I don’t ever get tired of listening to music. As a matter of fact, as soon as I stop listening to music, I get very stressed. It takes me about a minute to adjust to regular sounds.

I don’t dislike singing along either- I enjoy it! I sometimes get carried away at work.  I’m seated in front of my desktop, working and all, but I’m not really there. I’m somewhere else dancing away while doing my work, efficiently too. It’s amazing!

So, ladies and gentlemen, humankind, I would like to propose a change to the way that we talk! I am so excited; I hope you would be too!

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Let’s not talk; let’s sing! 

You know, speak rhythmically, even in our day-to-day conversations.

‘HeLlo, DiD yOu HaVe A GoOd NiGhT?’, la-la-la-la-la, and stuff. It’d be amazing! Imagine how beautiful it would be to speak rhythmically, and even quarrel rhythmically. ‘WeLl,  yOu, HuRt Me VeRy MuCh’ and stuff.

I’ll give you a minute to picture it. Go on.

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It’d be more difficult to say something unkind because you would have to sing it. Ha! *sinister chuckle 😈*

I hope someone takes me seriously and this becomes possible sometime in the future. It’s 2019. By the year 2219, I (in whatever form I will be) would be pretty disappointed if we still speak the way we do.

Already, I know that we will use words less in the future. With the emergence of emojis and signs and stuff, and the vast reduction in the use of unnecessarily lengthy and vague words, it’d be interesting to see what’s next, as far as language is concerned.

It was pretty normal to say something like ‘wherefore hast thou made all men…’ in the past, but it’s reserved for theatre performances now. I will not be surprised if the way we speak now is even diluted further in the future.

On a more-serious note, I’m trying to picture how talking rhythmically would work in classrooms, if we were to start today, all of us. I teach Yorùbá language on YouTube, and it’d be super hard to try to teach the language rhythmically. Maybe we can reserve the way we talk now for certain functions, like teaching languages and presidential speeches, but speak rhythmically when addressing our children or co-workers and giving speeches. I’d love to give or hear a rhythmic speech.

This could work! It would be good for us and for mother nature, and for my eardrums. *Tsk* 😄

Love ‘IsReal’- ‘MicHeal’ Jackson

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Painted by freckledmestiza

When I was in SS3 [last year of high school], my Literature-in-English teacher—Papa Ade—did something that I never forgot. Pa Ade was my father, so to speak, because I was living away from home at the time; I lived in the school’s girls’ hostel/dormitory. I called him ‘Baba’, and I spent a lot of time with him in his office and in the library. He was (and of course, still is) a senior [he taught one of my classmate’s mother], and that was enough reason for me to love him. Natally, I have Saturn in the 1st house, and as a child, I remember feeling very out of place, like the ugly duckling, among other children, but happy among the adults. I liked to listen to them, and terribly hated it when I was told to cover my ears or close my eyes or go play with my mates.

I loved Pa Ade, and I got very close to him. I was also very curious about him, about what had happened between him and his wife, and he told me all I needed to know. I couldn’t say the same about many of my classmates though. They found his style of teaching rather archaic, and the fact that we had to have a dictionary each time we had lessons with him really pissed a few off. He was very particular about it- expect to be flogged or embarrassed if you don’t have your dictionary. I genuinely liked to read to the class whenever I had a chance, and we would take turns reading parts of the books/novels, sometimes. I enjoyed Baba’s class very much.

I am an introvert, but I tried to portray myself as an extrovert in Senior Secondary School. I had been bullied/made fun of, a good number of times, in Junior Secondary School [which was a different school entirely] due to a supposed ‘lack of exposure’, and I wasn’t going to have it in Senior Secondary School. My mantra was a bit like “I don’t want nobody fucking with me in these streets.” Whether it brought me more hate or not, I don’t know, but I made it clear- I wasn’t going to be pushed around. Now that I’m older and I see that I have Lilith in the 5th house natally, ‘boom’, my feeling out of place among my mates as a child seems to make a lot of sense.

Where am I going with these memories? I don’t know. I’ll write more about my experiences in the future. None of these things that I keep remembering and mentioning has anything to do with this article; on second thought, maybe they all do.

Back to the occurrence that happened that I will never forget: Pa Adeniyi came to class one day and walked straight to Israel, my classmate. As it turned out, Israel had spelled his name as ‘Isreal’, and that had really pissed Baba off. He must have hit him with his rubber ‘cane’ [he hit me once with it in class before we got close, and it really hurt] if I remember clearly. Israel was livid. I guess it traumatized me since I began to pay more attention to my work, ensuring that I never made that mistake (or a similar one) from then on.

Lately, I have been typing or writing ‘Michael’ as ‘Micheal’ subconsciously, and then correcting it as quickly as I realize my mistake, sometimes embarrassingly, and I have found it very interesting. I had been ignoring it until I literally asked myself the ‘what for?’ question today. ‘I know how to spell ‘Michael’, and ‘Israel’; why is my brain ‘moving mad’ and acting this way?’ Then I looked closely and immediately realized what the message was- MicHEAL. I have been noticing 11:11s and 1:11s far more frequently than other number synchronicities lately, and I believe that this too, MicHEAL, is a message.

Michael Jackson is still very much a healer, even as a spirit, not only due to the messages/energies that he put out to the world via the music that he made when he was with us in the flesh, but because he is doing lightwork and awakening/communicating with lightworkers/healers, with the help of the angels and his spiritual squad, even though he doesn’t live like us anymore. Michael is not disturbed as a spirit due to all the lies that are being told against him. It is all for a purpose, and people are being awakened to the kind of soul that Michael really was and still is, much more than they were.

Being kind to one another, taking care of and loving children, being childlike but not childish- these and more were Michael’s messages. I don’t want to read too much into how I feel because it is not necessary. Whether this is a call for me to be encouraged in my healing work or address my suppressed emotions, I cannot profoundly claim to know. I know that it could be both.

Coincidentally, it is Children’s Day in Nigeria- May 27, and I have been trying to think of what to put out on my Instagram page to that effect. I thought about posting a video of Michael delivering a speech while he was receiving the NAACP Awards in 1993. I have attached the video to this post but this is my favourite part of what he said:

“In every person,
there is a secret song in their heart.
It says ‘I am free.
It sings ‘I am one’.
This is the natural feeling of every child-
to be free as the wind,
to be one with every other child.
All the trouble in the world is caused by forgetting this feeling,
and when I perform,
my connection is with the people,
just to remind me of that-
to be free and to be one.

Michael is telling us (like he has always done) that we should open ourselves up for healing, and by doing so, we will heal one another and heal our earth. The big question is ‘how’, and the answer appears to be simple, in theory, at least. We must be child-like; again, not childish, child-like. We must be forgiving (of others, and most-especially, ourselves), loving, kind, compassionate, and free.

We must return to what we once were before ‘life’ began, what we were sent to this consciousness to be. We must learn lessons without learning pain and bitterness, and if we have learnt bitterness, we must unlearn it. 

Love is real. 

Moon Phase and Birth: The Moon Really Was Following You!

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“Moon Child’ by Michael Prosper

As a child, whenever I was out late with my family, I remember being extremely fascinated by the moon. I would look up to the sky and see the moon, and I was always excited because I thought she, permit me to personify- I can’t help it, was following my father’s car. I would recite “I see the moon, the moon sees me, God bless the moon, and God bless me”, a rhyme that I learnt when I was in primary/elementary school, until my family got home. On nights when my family was in the backyard pounding yam or simply spending time in open air, I would always notice the moon.

A lot of people can relate to me in this way, people who were fascinated by the moon as children, and still are, as adults. However, I doubt that so many people understand how very significant the moon is to their life purpose. You were probably told that the moon was not following you, that you are not special, and that it is nothing but an optical illusion. I disagree! Haha! It appears that way for a reason; it is a spiritual truth!

The phase of the moon under which you were born gives very many clues about who you are and what you are here in this human incarnation/reincarnation for. Discussing moon signs in astrology is a bit more common than moon phases; however, not many people even know anything else apart from their sun signs. A person may know that their sun sign is Capricorn but they may only relate to the common qualities that are given to people who have that sun sign to an extent, and so they dismiss astrology in and of itself as trash.

Taking the sun sign alone as an example, a person who was has their Sun in Capricorn in the 3rd house would express themself and identify very differently from someone who has the same sun sign in the 12th house. Many people don’t know their ascendant/rising signs (that affect how they appear and express themselves to people, especially at first), their Moon signs (that affect how they translate and express their emotions), their Mercury signs (that influence their communication and self-expression styles), their Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto signs, the position of asteroids like Chiron, Eros, Pallas, Juno, and Vesta in their birth charts, and the house placements that these planets and asteroids have. All of these combined give a very detailed clue of who a person is, where their strengths and weaknesses lie, and much more. Even if you don’t want to know anything else, know what your North Node is, the sign it is in, and the house it is in, because it tells you a lot about what you are supposed to deal with, heal, and develop in this lifetime.

My exact birth time was most-likely not recorded. I was lucky enough to have it rectified because my mum told me I was born not long after midnight, which would be anytime between 12.00 am and 1.00 am. My mum seemed a bit uncomfortable about me asking; she was unsure of how knowing one’s birth time would be relevant to anything. Was I able to tell her why I wanted to know my birth time? No, absolutely not. 

Before I knew who I was, and began to understand what my life purpose is, I was very depressed because the religion that I had adopted (literally since birth, which I still pretend to be very much interested in, in order to please/keep the peace at home, but only for a limited time) was not for me. I knew there was more to life, and more to me, than I had come to know, but I didn’t pay attention. I was taught that being open-minded was dangerous and demonic, and for many years, I was very deeply spiritually, physically, and mentally unwell. A painful experience was a catalyst for my knowing myself a lot more; I thank God/Spirit very much for it.

I take any fairly reliable academic test and do spiritual research as frequently as I can to know as much as I can about myself, other people, and life itself. I have a Sagittarius moon and my North Node is in the 8th house; I can see how they are playing out in my life. I have the personality of an INFJ, according to Myers–Briggs standards, I am an introvert- I have a melancholic-phlegmatic temperament, my life path is 7, and I was born under the Waning Gibbous moon phase, which is the most-relevant to what I intend to discuss. Enough about me!

I’d like to address moon phases and the influences that they have on us at birth. These are the moon phases that have existed for centuries and still do:

  1. New – the new moon is not visible
  2. Waxing Crescent – the Moon starts growing
  3. First Quarter – the moon looks like half-a-circle
  4. Waxing Gibbous – still growing
  5. Full – we see the entire circle of the Moon light up
  6. Waning Gibbous – the Moon starts shrinking
  7. Third Quarter – again, only half-a-circle is visible
  8. Waning Crescent – the Moon is about to disappear

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It is very important to know the moon phase under which you were born. Being born under the Waning Gibbous moon makes me a natural teacher, whether or not I sit in a classroom, let alone teach in one, and I know it’s true. I have a YouTube channel devoted to teaching, both of my parents are teachers, and I can’t help but share knowledge, even when I feel tired to. I feel useless and get depressed when I don’t for a long time.

To determine the phase of the moon that you were born under, click here. When you find out what it is, you may read these descriptions and see how it applies to you, according to Thought Catalog:

1. New Moon:
If your lunar personality is New Moon, you focus your life on growth, progression and learning. You are always eager to discover something new, change your life for the better, and are keenly interested in evolving society and humankind. The combination of your interest in the world and your desire to improve it makes you a uniquely driven innovator – and that manifests largely in how you think.

You are naturally curious, hopeful but sometimes self-doubting and depreciating. It can be hard for you to see a situation beyond your subjective view of it, and sometimes you can become frustrated as what you understand seems so self-evident, and you don’t comprehend how other people don’t see life the way you do.

Pay attention to what you plant and create in the earlier stages of your life. You will reap what you have sown as you grow older.

2. First Crescent/Waxing Crescent Moon:
If your lunar personality is First Crescent, you are determined. You’re known for being interested, creative and at times, stubborn. However, it’s that insistence that you know what you want that moves you forward in life.

You are someone who straddles between appreciating tradition and progressiveness, and you will find that often in your life, succeeding is not so much about trying harder, but allowing more. You will often find that the thing that is most holding you back… is just you.

Pay attention to your 20s and your 30s. It’s in these years that you’ll have the most exponential growth.

3. First Quarter Moon:
If your lunar personality is First Quarter, you are a rebel at heart. You refuse to accept anything if you disagree with it. You’re emotional and attuned to your feelings, and sometimes that can get you in trouble. You will have to learn to also value other people’s ideas and to not let your feelings get the most of you if you really want to thrive.

You are someone who likes to evaluate what’s already been built, and then expand upon it. You’re a really important mix of “big picture thinker” and “small detail executor.” This makes you uniquely positioned to be someone who brings real change to your own life and the lives of those around you. You will be most productive in a self-designed career.

Pay attention to the years just before mid-life, particularly your 30s and 40s. It will take you until then to really start to step into your stride, but once you do, you will be unstoppable.

4. Waxing Gibbous Moon:
If your lunar personality is Waxing Gibbous Moon, you are a healer and humanitarian. You care about other people sometimes more than you even do yourself, and the pain and suffering of others is something that you are not only highly sensitive to, but also want to help transform.

Whether you’re aware of it or not, your mission in life is to help the world in some way. One of your strengths is that you are not so easily sold on the idea that worldly success = real happiness, and understand that truly feeling fulfilled and finding meaning in your life is about learning to help others and help yourself, too.

Pay attention to middle age, that’s when you’ll really thrive. Not because your life will not be enjoyable until then, but because your peers will start reaching a deeper maturity and be able to recognize the importance of your contributions to the world.

5. Full Moon:
If you were born on the full moon or in the full moon cycle, your life is about creating the extraordinary in the ordinary, and becoming who you truly are. You were born with an important purpose in life, one you will become aware of at a young age, and will spend the rest of your time bringing into fruition.

You are also a very sensitive person. You’re intuitive and empathetic, and take on the problems of the world. You are extremely aware of your emotions, and regularly go through periods of purging and renewing. This is all in service of your highest purpose.

More than anything, your life is about growth. Even though you sometimes struggle with “irrational” feelings and over-sensitivity, you will grow through these and into your total self. You will notice that in your life you are gifted streaks of luck and “chance encounters” that help you manifest your highest desires. You are meant for the happily ever after in this life, you must only remember to keep working toward it.

Pay attention to each season of your life. Every decade offers a new set of lessons, goals and achievements.

6. Waning Gibbous Moon:
If you were born on the Waning Gibbous moon, you are a teacher by nature. You may not necessarily work in a classroom, but you feel a deep need to “leave your legacy,” and change the world in whatever small way you can.

You are hopeful, interested, and future-oriented. Your life will be about bringing change to the lives of those around you, showing love in simple but important ways. You are less concerned about your ego as you are making a genuine impact on the world, whether or not you always get credit for it. You know, deep down, that what you sow, you shall also reap.

You are someone who is interested in history, art and how different ideas can come together and coexist. In this sense, you are both creative and artistic. You are an intellect by nature, and enjoy having information at your disposal.

Pay attention to the time after mid-life. You will find true peace in your “golden years.”

7. Last Quarter/Third Quarter Moon:
If you were born in the Third Quarter moon, you have the gift of deep understanding. You have what other people would refer to as a “truth gauge,” and you’re highly intuitive.

You’re also very opinionated. You reject mainstream opinions, and like to come up with theories of your own. You are a very skilled worker, especially when it’s for a cause you believe in. You are inherently mature, and will often display traits of that maturity at a young age.

You sometimes struggle with the opinions of others, and how deeply (or not) you will let your life be guided by them. Fear not, because as time goes on, you will gradually learn to think for yourself completely.

Pay attention to your later years, your 60s-70s. That will be the time that you genuinely stop caring what anybody thinks, and boldly live your truth.

8. Balsamic Moon/Waning Crescent:
If you were born during a Balsamic Moon, you are a thinker and spiritualist. You have the innate ability to understand things beyond this realm, and you often find yourself contemplating ideas, possibilities and existential theories.

You were born with a culminate wisdom that will serve you and humanity greatly. You will not do anything that does not inherently make sense to you, and the deeper you accept your spiritual communion with the Universe, the more peaceful and light you will feel.

It is your duty on Earth to channel some of the most powerful and healing ideas that aren’t accessible to people too stuck in their egos to understand.

Pay attention to your older years, 60s-80s. You will begin to truly thrive off of what you’ve spent the past decades building.

This is another useful resource- MoonGiant. This link would lead to what it means to be born under the full moon, but when you scroll to the bottom of the page, there would be links to descriptions of other moon phases.

Many things combine to give a clearer picture of who you are, and obviously, how a person born under a full moon in Leo with a life path 5 would behave/interact with the world would be a lot of different from how someone with a full moon in Pisces in the 9th house would. No one placement dictates the whole truth about you; it is the combination. Most importantly, don’t forget that these placements impel but do not compel; they do not dictate who you must be and how you must live.

The universe is so grand, so beautiful, so simple, yet, so complex, so pleasurable, yet, so terribly painful. I am in deep awe! I encourage you to do more research about these things.

What If We Could Fly

If man could fly,
the earth would be uninhabitable.
People would be stupid enough
to attempt to kiss the sun
or get to Heaven,
and the birds would have been bullied a lot
if the first man was created with wings.
Oh, the chaos!

Slavery would have happened still.
People’s wings would have been cut off.
Someone would have sprayed something in the air
and rendered people’s wings useless
so they could be captured,
especially in an attempt to curb
people’s migration to certain territories.

The air would have been poisoned more
as a means of maintaining territory.

“Fly back to where you came from!”
“Get out of my way!”

Maybe God didn’t give us physical wings
because we are each other’s wings.
We just haven’t mastered the art and act
of helping one another
and flying together yet,
if we ever will.

Greedy, money-hungry, power-seeking people
don’t deserve wings,
for one.
Life would have been unbearable
if we could do more evil
with the aid of wings.

Privacy?
Ha.

Blah.
Blah.
Blah.

Think about it;
I really enjoyed doing so.

On Social & Political Consciousness in Nigeria: Jí, Má Sùn!

DrummersandDancersByYusufGrillo

“Drummers and Dancers” by Yusuf Grillo

I was watching a movie again yesterday, although I had watched it about three or four times already, from the beginning till the end. It is a Christian movie, a Mount Zion movie, no surprise, since I tend to watch movies that fall in those categories once in a while, especially for the sense of familiarity that they offer. I watched a lot of them as a child, and I don’t mind having one play in the background when I’m getting work done on my laptop. As an adult though, I can now see that a lot of critical thinking was/still is not invested in the drafting and production of these movies, and I have addressed that here. I clicked on the tab that the movie was running on and got hooked.

The storyline involves a man, an accountant, who does not get paid for months because he refused to illegally alter the authenticity of certain documents. His boss talks down to him in the office, and worse still, his landlord talks down to him at home since he is unable to pay his rent. Basically, his state of living is terribly toxic. It turns out to be a test; his boss wanted to promote him to a higher position and wanted to assess his credibility and loyalty to the company. Prayer is very good; believing in God’s ability to care for us in our times of challenges and trials, faith, is important too. However, I observed the scenes from a different perspective yesterday and I kept thinking “there is no way this is normal”.

Where was the Human Resources department? Where was the union? Why does a workplace injustice have to be countered with fasting and prayer, and passivity? In a socially-conscious society, a movie about someone not getting paid for months will not be brushed off by a “it was just a prank” attempt to normalize it. There are Christians and non-Christians who do not get paid what was agreed in their contracts in lower-level positions in Nigeria, who do not have the luxury of basic workplace benefits and live from hand to mouth. Many of them even work in none-office settings. Why is the answer to that problem “let’s pray about it”? The whole thing had to be a comedy.

Nigerians tend to not be conscious of the things that they see, hear, and sense, in the general society and in politics, especially in relation to how they affect them as individuals and people. Songs like Codeine Diet, and others that fall into that genre, that praise the use of hard drugs, engagement in online scamming, and the objectification of women, tend to be more popular than the ones that preach critical thinking, the probing of politicians, mutual respect between men and women, and the importance of education.

Fela was a very socially and politically conscious individual, and those who are obsessed with the idea of being the next him do not even understand what that means at its very core. Go and ask anyone who actually lived with him about what was done to thieves after hearings were held and judgements were passed in Kalakuta court. Fela hated theft of any kind with passion. 

Movies in which people, 99.9% of the time, women, are beaten black and blue by their spouses with no repercussions, bosses demand to have sex with their staff in exchange for job security, orphans and poor children roam the streets because there is no national child-care plan for them and their irresponsible/physically-impaired/late parents cannot take care of them, animals are unnecessarily tortured and abused, differently-abled/physically-impaired persons are made fun of, people are sacrificed for money in occult rituals, and so on, are still being made, with little or no attention to the central problems in the movies, or proposals on how to counter them, except that the characters/victims become better at some point or someone gets vindicated.

Ironically, one of the popular slangs in Nigeria now is “jí, má sùn”, a Yorùbá sentence that translates to “wake up, don’t sleep”. As opposed to waking up and being more conscious individuals, a lot of the youth and adults are waking up, but to higher and deeper levels of ignorance, mob mentality, and stupidity. It’s quite irritating, and it’s a crying shame.