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Veneration of the Dark Godis is Veneration of the Whole Wombn. Our Power is in Darkness, but first wo-men have to leave our patriarchal conditioning behind - leave the father's house and his rules! Embrace the Way of the Womb!
The medical industrial complex insists on taking the wombs of bw. We do not have to let them. This is a cautionary tale. Here on the SHADOW side we do not snatch at leaves and branches. We get to the ROOT cause of the issue. This video is highly informative for any and all women suffering with fibroids and more. You do NOT have to suffer in silence nor do you have to lose your womb. We can heal this and save your reproductive health and life. schedule your healing session Here
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I grew up watching this show. I mention this at the outset of the post because I loved seeing the variations in these sisters personalities. I had the Sinclair and Regine beaten (literally) out of my by my mother. She encouraged the aspects of me that were Khadijah and Maxine Shaw. In fact, girlie wanted to be a lawyer because of characters like Maxine Shaw and Claire Huxtable. But the innocent hippy and the Sovereign Lover who honors HER DESIRES AND HER PUSSY FIRST? Beaten right out of me. Those aspects of me did not serve her needs. And so I was fragmented, split into pieces, so I could serve her purpose instead of God's Purpose for my life. It is an ugly thing that black mothers do to their daughters. Generation after generation this cursed thing continues. They all do this for the exact same reason my mother did. I love my daddy.... but.... She failed to procure a worthy masculine to sire her children. So she did what most black women do to their daughters. We become the baby daddy she needs but failed to select prior to being bred and abandoned like a stray cat. *sips tea. *blinks daring a mf to try me. We are treated with no respect, zero empathy and expected to be even smarter than our own mothers were at our age. In many cases, our mothers were simply hot body teenagers who were screwing before they learned anything about themselves. Which is how they became mothers. Seldom do black mothers birth children by choice. Nearly 70% of all Black children are "oops" babies. Borne of mothers who don't believe in abortion... but interestingly believed in raw fornication. So much so they wound up with bastard out of wedlock babies being born. Funny how that morality works, ain't it yall? Yes. This is scathing. But fire burns and cleanses. It purifies. We grow up without loving affection. Too few of us have fathers in the home. I spent my teens and 20's resentful toward my mother and deeming her a weak mf who couldn't live without a man. She is. But there is more to the story too. She was smarter than the baby mama brigade. She knew we needed a father. She, having had a Patriarch Father who worked hard and provided his family with a home be owned and cared for; knew the value of a man in the home. Also she knew that if you’re gonna be the scarlet letter woman and breed with someone else’s husband, ya beta keep him around at least for appearance sake. And so she did. But it made her utterly miserable, and in that misery, from that self inflicted misery? She mothered and wifed all my childhood. She sacrificed joy, for sensibility and practicality. She did it so “my daughters do not grow up without a father.” But as a child all I saw is how much it hurt mommy to have my daddy in her life. My loyalty WAS to my mother exclusively. Key word WAS. She will never again receive that kind of dedication, nor will any other single living soul. However, when I was a child I did as a child. And my loyalty went to her. Righteously so, we ate and had shelter because MOTHER Provided. My mother WAS GOD! God is the creator. The maintainer. The sustainer. And she did all of that whether my father contributed or, as was most often the case, not. She too was raised hard. Her brother was coddled. My father was coddled. If my grandmother wasn't dead the last 30+ years? He would be at home with his mommy, right now today. As it is, he has only ever had lodging, (after he ruined his marriage making love to my mother, and producing me.) when he had a “woman.” The fact remains that because his mother coddled him, and her mother rode her like a mule? Always a harsh word from my granny to my mom.... she wasn’t ready or properly prepared for life. Because of this? My parents were ill matched. Mother wanted a Patriarch, as was her father. But a gentle soul which her career military father was not. My father is a gentle soul he was raised to be a Good Son. Not a Good Man, Good Husband, Good Lover, Good friend. Black women raise insufficient male children. And the whole race suffers. Yes I said it. We have to do better as mothers. You’re not raising your son. You are raising someone’s husband and father. Someone’s lover. For the love of all that is good and holy, raise your boys! Stop “loving on them” raise them! Remember he is someone’s future husband, future lover, future father, future friend. And raise him to be that! I've learned though, it's cultural, some of the norms we see in the black race. My fathers family is Maroon native. The women run the tribe. The men just seed and do the manual labor. Lol. My mothers family are Caribs. lol Bajan men work hard, it's what they know. They work hard, they secure the house and put the wife in it. Lol. It's the culture for men of my grandfathers time. But my mothers cohort were not prepared for the lazy, ungrateful, entitled, petty males that populate the earth in our race, today. I certainly was not prepared. And I see this of black American women. They, like my fathers mother, are raising good sons. Not strong patriarchs. So when I found this post by J. Renee I wanted to share. Cuz I agree. By Jenn Renee: Black Girls grow up to have beef with their mothers because we grow up in homes where our mothers are not affectionate with us. Our mothers are not gentle or soft with us. There’s very much a “no love lost” relationship between mothers and daughters. In general our mothers raised us. Our mothers did what they needed to do to get us through but there was no empathy for us growing up. So we go through life carrying that with us. Being hard and trying to adhere to the lessons that we were taught growing up. We address this in my Mother Wound healing and Father Wound healing. If you're interested? Sign up here for either session. Or you can sign up for my Mama Lessons class here.
We are gearing up for Mother's Day, a day internationally recognized in honor of the people who give us life. But there is another side. A darker, colder, meaner, more confusing side of the story. One that requires our careful and nuanced attention and consideration. I wish we could be honest. I just began to play with makeup. As a grown azz woman. The goal post was always being moved. It was bad enough I was shapely and young and innocent, which men LOVE and LUST FOR in young women..... this made her feel competitive and even jealous of me enough to sabotage my esteem and accuse me of trying to garner unwanted male attention just living and breathing. That wasn't enough. It went from when your 16 to 18 to when you move out. By then it had been cemented in me that enhancing my mind was more important than any investment in my beauty. This was true for me and most other girls I knew. Some would sneak clothes and makeup to school and change. Others of us were too frightened of our mothers finding out so we just towed the line until we were grown/married women. The only time I ever remember seeing my mother apply makeup? I was 20. And we were going To my aunties funeral. The foundation was way too light. And I remember coming down stairs and screaming (because I was genuinely frightened) "what the hell happened to your face mommy!?" Her mother was QUEEN of glamour. Was very angry with my mom for giving up the feminine. My Nanna was a fox who wore fox and pearls. Had a vanity table that would put Liz Taylor to shame. My mom was so hopelessly anti-feminine. By the time she became a mother, it seems the feminine died for her. And she was eager to kill it in we her daughters. So, while I am PROUD that women who are mothers now, might be invested in the feminine and HONORING their daughters feminine growth and rites of passage, there is a WHOLE SWATH of grown daughters just getting into glamour and into the feminine frequency. Furthermore, given the FACT that bm are so predatory and absolutely defunct when it comes to being Masculine Protectors..... many bw beat the feminine out of their girls in anger and in sadism as well as in defense of them. We have to be honest about bm hatred of femininity in bw. Because then he is REQUIRED to not just imbibe on it, but protect it and encourage its reproduction in future generations. And we have to be honest about our mothers acts of complicity with these beasts. They didn't fight, they didn't deny these hyper-Masculine predators access. They acquiesced and beat or discouraged us to "protect" us from their naturally predatory disposition. This is horrible and has negatively impacted our connection to The Feminine. HOW CAN WE BE FEMININE FLIRTY GIRLY when the males of our cohort ABHOR these qualities in us and do all they can to abuse, trick, pimp, and prey on? I GREW UP in a place where we could be little girls. Upon moving to blackistan, I had to quickly learn that: Smiling Wearing pretty things Wearing light or bright colors Speaking Lookin people in the eye Having an inviting or pleasant look on your face Etc all made you prime prey. It was a girl from the hood who taught me how to survive in and among blackistani residents. I had no concept of this, even though my mother still raised us as a bw mother would, to prevent the predatory mess. I may have been abducted by a mf pimp if not for that girl. Because where I grew up, you spoke to your neighbors. You said good morning. We spoke to the elders, male and female. But you cannot do this in blackistan. The feminine frequency is under siege there. We have to be honest about what is happening. And every single discussion about black femininity requires NUANCED thinking, which is not the black womans strong suit. We have to remember multiple generations are involved, demography and geography also adds and sometimes alters the experience. Exceptions to the rule do not change the rule. They exist in the realm of variables, again nuanced thinking Is required. Or we can continue to take the easy way out and claim they and the media are at fault. Even still, this comes back to bm and THEIR MEDIA depictions of bw and girls in the last 30 years. Now that bw have MORE POWER AS CONTENT CREATORS, it is on Us To produce images we want to see. It absolutely is. We must do this. We have to take control of our own image and of black woman the brand. Each of us can do this wherever we are. Let's get creative. With that said, I present my new class: Dark Magic: Glamour. In this course I will be teaching you about ENERGY and channeling. If you do not know how to channel, you will NOT be able to use the Power of the Feminine Frequency for more than the surface. Symbols are powerful, imagery is powerful, and our ability to present and represent Black Wombn The Brand is POWER PERSONIFIED. The Godis has 1,000 faces and 10,000 names. Being able to channel the Godis, using not only surface glamour of hair nails and makeup, but inner energy, is your birth rite and power. PayPal.me/MysticEnchantress/55 Sign up here:This isn't a question I ever considered until after I was married. I had plenty of evidence, plenty of reasons to ask this question. But I never allowed it. All my life, I had heard how "white" I was from black people. Wanting to be married before having babies? "You sound like a white woman" is what I heard back from never married, black mothers. Wanting to go to college? "Aunties kids think they white" was the retort of cousins, my mothers friends at work also would say to her that her children "thought they were white" for our ambitions and desires. My desires and wishes as a teenager?
There were others. But let's keep this short. Repeatedly, I was called too ambitious and strong minded (as if it is negative to be of sound and strong mind) to be a black woman. The way I talked was ridiculed, the way I walked and dressed too. So I should have seen it coming. Alas, I was a very friendly child. And quite naive to how evil and sadistic the world can be. I was a girl in love with a boy, wanting to make a family. In my young mind, at that time, I was doing what every heterosexual woman alive wanted to. I was getting married to the love of my life and forming a new family. As women have done for thousands of years. I didn't see any of what they saw. I didn't see my choice to be loved by a Masculine Provider as a rejection of anything. This awareness was borne, by the reaction and response of the black people around me. The women in my family turned against me the moment discussion of marriage to him became a reality. Once he proposed, I saw them shift away from me completely. They were all black women. And suddenly? I wasn't one. They were in this together, and I had betrayed the pack. My mother and my sisters, my aunties all reacted as if I BETRAYED them. I couldn't understand how how my life choices to be married and happy could be received as anything else. My life long refusal to conform to black "standards" (if we can call them that) of what it means to be a black woman; suddenly was too much. Not only had I rejected sexual coupling with the black woman's son all my teenaged years, in my 20's I was getting married to a man who also wasn't a black woman's son. This is a HUGE no no. They loved me, as long as I was talking about how we shouldn't take shyt. But the MONENT I actually practically applied it? I was deemed self hating. Many of you reading this will also deem me as "self hating" because I refuse to accept degradation and struggle as the definition of blackness. The rejection of the poverty consciousness that is now the prevailing black identity, the rejection of the struggle narrative of a bum and a baby, the rejection of being the ni**er of the world by mulling for a thankless community.... Chile the women in my family started treating me like I was the uppity light skint auntie!!! Simply for wanting MORE! For refusing to provide emotional labor to "the cause" aka the black male. And they also began trying to bleed us dry financially. Not only am I married, I married outside the race. And ya know white men are "rich." I used to balk when folks said blacks are racist. I towed the party line of "blacks don't control the system" ya know. The regurgitated sound bite. But.... Blacks do control the system. In fact, the system is PREDICATED upon black inferiority. And since BLACK PEOPLE now define BLACKNESS as being broke, hood, a baby mama/daddy, never married, not speaking articulately or able to write cogent mf sentences!!!! All of this makes you black. I was called white all my life. Because we grew up outside the hood and I read books..... because I wanted to go to college!!! No bs. And other stupid ass shyt. I used to balk when folks said blacks are racist. I towed the party line of "blacks don't control the system" ya know. The regurgitated sound bite. Tell A negro you own your own business? They back the fuck up and look at yuh funny. Blacks don't have business. They have side hustles to make ends meet!!!! How do we differentiate between the groups? The blacks who want to thrive and live well, and the blacks who have begun to accept struggle and degradation as the sole narrative and defining quality of what it means to be black? As a Priestess and Healer of the Womb, I often get bw complaining about the cost of healing and the cost of sessions. It has been said, "She think she a white woman with them prices." Baby, the white woman charges you hundreds and often THOUSANDS of dollars to speak to her for 1 hour. I only charge ya black ass $125. Seriously!? 😂 Black folks degrade blackness, project their willful degradation onto whiteness, and blame white people for not being dysfunctional beasts in THEIR communities. Or cite the anomalies in white communities to justify the indignity of black community. This whole thing is a part of the black psychosis and mental illness. I am going to now deem BLACKNESS ITSELF as mental illness. We have to invent a new identity, or at least a way to delineate between the mentally stable and the mentally insane. First of all, black = brain lack. You lack certain cognitive functions and mental faculties to be healthy and successful. The definition of INSANE is to repeatedly do the same thing, expecting a different result. And yet here we have negros. Doing the same dumb shyt generation after generation. Blackness is mental illness. To be black now means to be mentally deprived and mentally impaired. That is the only way to actually identify with the culture and call it your own. You have to become ONE of them. Or you ain't really black. Dark as I am?? I'm not considered a "true" black woman. Nope. Ya right. I'm not. I don't have the mental impairment of a black woman. I am a woman of dark hue. But I am not the same as a black woman. Discovering who you are, is a huge part of divestment from blackistan. The black community tells you who to be and assigns a role to you. To break free, and trailblaze is to divest and be Sovereign. We have to go from Empathy to Apathy, as black women. The whole world preys on our hearts and good intentions. Becoming apathetic to the plight of others is how we divest from being mammy and instead invest in being WHO WE TRULY ARE. discovery of this is difficult without help, schedule your session with the Priestess. Let's change your life together. Schedule your Session with The Priestess Here.Yes honey! Yoni Eggs are now mainstream. I've been a Yoni Priestess for a while. They heal and help restore. The most well known are the Taoist practices from China and Tantra from India. Both have divine feminine roots. They ascend from the darkness. It is impossible to separate the sacred and the Goddess. Throughout many ancient traditions you will find the serpent, the bird and the egg. The egg and the serpent are symbols of female creator energy, (re)birth, resurrection, and the divine feminine circular eggs and spiritual spirals of the Goddess. Sign up here for my class on Sacred Yoni Egg Magic, to reconnect to your Divine Masculine Lover and Divine Feminine Self! Purchase your Safe, Oracle Blessed Egg here!I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake. ~Beyonce, Lemonade When I first saw Beyonce's Lemonade, the above words brought sobs to the surface for me. Because I could relate, as a survivor of male sexual terrorism and its evil sibling, The Savage Sisterhood. I have experienced such gross brutality, along my healing journey. A fate many of us, who have survived sexual terrorism, seem doomed to experience. ~Deva Fiyah
The past few days I've been proud of myself and my sisters. Watching those disloyal women abuse me, call me crazy, tell people I was mentally unstable years ago... Yet not mention I was raped and that RAPE is what caused the PTSD I still suffer, was triggering. It makes you not want to connect to people, at all, while you are healing. I know. I understand and I am sorry you all, we all, had to witness and experience that. It takes a while for us to heal. Some of us never recover, I am thankful for the gift of healing. I am one of the lucky ones. These women wanted to use my formerly unhealed spaces, to destroy me. Why? All too often, in the black community; when a black girl is sexually abused she is disbelieved. Black girls never get to be girls, we come into the world with the cultural, and now global, expectation that we have the cognitive skills and abilities of full grown, never traumatized, adults. We are expected to shoulder tremendous amounts of emotional, financial, and spiritual burdens. To even dare to say you are hurting, as a black woman, to other black women; is seen as some sort of competition and definitely deemed weakness. In our communities, the females are demanded to be "strong" (read: long-suffering) yet are vulnerable because we have no protection from the males of our race. Moreover, the males of our race are our primary attacker/rapist, and are encouraged to be weak and predatory of our femaleness and femininity. To be soft, vulnerable, open, to need support and understanding often makes bw a target for brutality from bw and bm alike. Many bw have experienced their own mothers not only invalidating the molestation/rape that occurred, but blaming the girl for it. My own mother, at age 7, was molested during a slumber party, by her friends 14 year old brother. When she told, they convinced her she was having a bad dream. They attacked her psyche, and tried to convince her, she'd made it up. Made her question her sanity, gas-lighting it is called, so they did not have to deal with the discomfort of a male, sexually molesting a 7 year old baby girl. Unfortunately, she grew up to become a woman who continued this sadistic tradition with me, when I was molested as a baby girl. We are called fast in the ass, hot tailed and easy; to dismiss the sexually predatory behavior of black boys and men. Being able to articulate ourselves is tough. Our voices are primarily stomped out, when we have survived sexual terrorism. First by the sexual abuse, and next by the response and reaction of the women in our families and our communities, at large. Recovering from Sexual Assault is difficult enough on its own. To know that our global climate demands that women "get healing" yet not many are invested in being supportive of women as we achieve that healing, compounds this issue. And too many have a false notion of what that healing should look like. Rape is a curse, do not be deceived, it is a curse against the Divine Feminine. When we have been cursed and we forgive our rapist, we essentially lay down in that energy. We wear it, it steals our life and vitality. We deny ourselves the right to be restored, healed, set free, delivered from the curse of male sexual terrorism. The Yoni and the Womb are so delicate, such Divine Intimate spaces in our being. When a man has assaulted your yoni, or a woman for that matter, we store it. We hold it. It turns into dis-ease, into physical manifestations that we did not intend and that do not bode well for us. (cancers, high blood pressure, heart disease, dementia, alzheimers and others.) I have issued myself a challenge regarding how I articulate my thoughts. With Angry Devas, the whole point was for me to be as crass, forward and brash as possible. To learn to be comfortable with making others uncomfortable. This was hard for me. I created it, so I could keep on living after being raped. I did the show every day, to stay alive. Angry Deva Saved my life, I clung to her like a baby for 3 years. Almost stunting my growth.
My rage came from rape, my anger came from rape and betrayal. So... The women who are upset with me, for cussin, fussin, and taking no shyt? Are women who would have preferred that I stayed quiet and unhealed. They don't care to understand what rape does to us. Some use our journey to jab at us, rape culture is enacted by women too. Angry Devas, as I said from the outset, was for me. I created Angry Devas so I had a place to recover and restore after sexual assault trauma. I needed an outlet, a place to access and wield my Righteous Indignation. I had to get it out of my system. We encourage expression even self expression; until we dislike how someone expresses themselves. Until we begin to deem ourselves as greater or higher than another and tell them how they should be, or react, or heal. The world is abusive to raped women, too. Perhaps worse. Healing doesn't look the same for everyone. Some people need to forgive. Some need to move on. And some of us, we beautiful messes? We require vengeance, to be restored. That vengeance often gets waged against the soul, when we do not express ourselves, our true feelings. For years, I was angry. I was angry at bm, because it was a bm who raped me, who molested me, who abused me sexually. It was always a bm. I was angry with bw, starting with my mother. Because she failed to protect me. As a girl, I did not allow myself to feel that anger at all. I certainly never expressed it. I was angry with women who have sons, because they are the ones who give birth to the men who rape us. |
AuthorDeva Fiyah is a Priestess, Anthropologist, Feminist, and Feminine historian. She has helped women from all around the world, actualize their Goddess Power, with Healing, Retreats and Courses in Self Mastery. Archives
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