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From the Great Kosmic-Womb--the Great Slippery-Mystery--the Pussy-Portal widens-opens-deepens: the gateway to Life, the gateway to death and impermanence, the gateway to remembering where we all came from...that we came here with a Purpose, a Purpose often revealed and un-masked in trying times like this one, globally & locally.
My heart swells with sadness-anger-madness-powerlessness often, when I tune into the current state of affairs on the planet…Music is my remedy, my medicine, my soothing balm to uplift and empower my mind and soul…Tapping into it’s healing frequencies, it’s warm embrace, allows me to feel the hope that my life has purpose, that the path of humanity has it's golden purpose, that there are infinite possibilites always available...
In this 3rd juicy birth of the Vaganika Shamanika series, I sampled the late-great American-Poet Maya Angelou, her epic poem "Still I Rise”…This is my battle-cry-booty-call for the Global Awakening of the hearts of humanity, in the form of a musical mix-sound-collage...this is my humble offering to the world, my offering to the feminine within us all (completely beyond gender concepts) that longs to heal us and open our hearts WIDE open, our whole beings wide open to BEAUTY AND TRUTH in the face of adversity.
Shout-outs go to all the human-Womb-Warriors of radical love, kindness & truth that realize that none of us get out of here alive, and there is no time to waste on doubts of whether or not one is worthy of shining their truth in their lives…It’s time to RISE the F UP, from the inside-out: together, locally, globally. For 7 x7 Generations to come, for all of our relations.
Luscious art by Paula Duró: http://www.pauladuro.com/
AND STILL I RISE:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
-- Maya Angelou
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