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Hail Mary!!!! of Magdalene that is…

Because you need new material, here’s a bone.

If you need quality healing you’re going to have to seek a seasoned professional. They say “hoes be winning these days” but here’s the kicker.. We never stopped!! Forced underground like the majick of our ancestors, we “Divine Whores” lay faithfully in wait of His great return..

 

It was our sacrifice that helped to Keep your picture perfect families in tact due to bullshit patriarchal hidden in plain sight, throw a rock hide ya hands boys will be boys under the rug sweeping backwards assed norms… For hundreds of years the whores have played “good girls” long enough. We watched our mother’s mother’s stick & stay for the APPEARANCE & the stability of that “D,” but no more. The sacredly divine Whore, respectfully referred to as the descendants of Mary Magdalene or her “dark side” of Lillith.. Medusa to Athena/Juno are here to serve, destroy & restore the rise of Our Great Mother. She has awakened within man as well given the great rise to Eunuch and to the Homosexual male, i salute your rise into power taking on this task of restoring balance from the inside-out. You won’t have to suffer much longer as with the Divine Whore now days we put it ALL out front..

As for the fall of good guys/gals they will now go into the shadows of their decency & morality. We’re in a time where everything must flip. Those who bought into the “good girl” narrative thus suppressing her calling into initiation from the divine Whore herself, she’s praying for a way out. The reality of this grave mismanagement of gift will cost her her livelihood, family, health or worse her sanity… But woe to the whores who followed his/her loins down the dark path of whoredom.. You may now take your throne with pure heart. Shamed, shunned, chastised & ostracized you are finally gaining the recognition you’ve always deserved. Your inheritance awaits.

Funny thing is that now all the lives youve touched, orally, anally, vaginally will no longer require physical contact. As you’ll soon realize all we have to do is embrace ourselves, clean up how we view our work, forgive the process that which created such a beautiful mess & like well, majick, we rise.. So yes, hoes be winning these days because we know what its like to lose. We’ve been playing psychotherapist to your spouse for 400years so noone knows the mind of Man better than the Whore sent here to set him free. We never shame those who seek true baptism by fountain or look down on them for wanting to explore our orifices like the nomadic entities they’ve always been. No, those were the “good girls” back in the good old days but now its OUR time to fly high.. tis the season ladies.. Happy Whoring!!!!

Yours Truly, Mother/Sister/Mistress
Saint Mary Magdalene…

This has been the Dragonfly Affect, thank you for Receiving, now share.

 

Yes, I Am Blessed. thanks for recognizing it!!

Been receiving a lot of “God bless you, have a blessed day” here lately. And for the first time in this life, I dont feel awkward hearing it. I actually say “thanks, you too!!” As opposed to that deer in the headlights look like “O-kay”

😂😂😂 You know what im going back to my real life diary lol f*ck yall!!! Get out my blessed ass life you heathens!! 😂🤣🤣 #wonthedoit 🙏

But seriously tho, I’m finally secure in my non-belief systems & practices so I’m already knowing AND receptive to the sentiment behind the gesture, be it “programmed” or not. I receive & reciprocate that energy to whomever shows appreciation of my light. I worked my ass off to get here & imma soak it in til I’m overflowing with that shit.. So, if you wanna “save” humanity, start with yourself.. That’s all. Thanks for reading tho✌ #introspection #darkYogi #dragonflyAffect #traumaFree #packlight

Woman: All knowing, yet addicted to playing victim..

Ive been attempting to get to the root of why there’s such an emtional disconnect between myself & women vs. that of well… unison in terms of the male species and it has finally dawned on me.. my ex was completely right when he said men were degenerate versions of women. I couldnt wrap my mind around it at the time. To be honest, i was actually offended because that was MY sun he was talking about, but all in all like the Pisces he is, he was right.

I see the heterosexual male as something similar to our special needs population here in the west. For whatever reason, the androgynous creator sought out to create both physical manifestations of its self. One being woman, the other being man & group of beings who would have all the remnants of everything above, below & in between. Gatekeepers..

Pause, im not one to half-ass anything i write but im in a space where im no longer interested in intellectualism. Im not willing to explain my stance, when it just is. I dont want to convert you, the reader or save the planet. And to be frank, this whole blog is redundant but for the sake of argument, let me get to the point.

UnPause: Introspection has brought me to the understanding that women only play victim to “patriarchy/misogyny” because if they accepted that they’re both the creator & destroyer of ignorance then change starts with her. Not only that, she would have to admit her perfect creation, man-kind, isnt quite as perfect as she thought into existence. She is a jealous, bipolar, ego driven, hypersexual, fear based god & to go against her will, is blasphemy punishibale by cyber death. Ive witnessed women ruin entire careers, reputations, blogs etc all because one dared to defy her will by challenging her ideals. When fact of the matter is, everything begins & ends with her. This is why the child is first housed within her womb. Thats the first earth, first house, first crib, first meal, last breath. And its also where death occurs first. She is the alpha, & the omega. She is/was the first & will be the last of creation, but we’ll never see progress in this realm again, until she accepts her role in being the predatory savage she was created to be. What we are witnessing in today’s heterosexual male are the absolute recessive parts of Gods subconsious playing out in our everyday lives & for the first time she’s seeing herself and good lord is she hideous.. Those parts of her MUST be eradicated but of course she has to accept her place in creating this clusterfuck, first.. she leads, he’ll follow, but lets not put the cart before the horse just yet..

The heterosexual male never stood a chance at being her counterpart.. her equal. He was set up for failure the day we decided to put his genitals on the outside, leading his body before his head/heart. Then here we are, 2017, projecting our disappointment in him for not living up to our impossible standards he was never going to be able to attain to begin with & deep down, he knows he’s sub-par. He tries his hardest to please us but as god, her appetite can never be satisfied. To admit this, her imperfection is to admit defeat. Is to admit thats she’s human & quite possibly no higher than He afterall.

 

So whats the point? Im not sure.. perhaps we were just bored & wanted to play with ourselves via cosmic masturbation, and figured hey lets pretend we’re the weaker sex & fondle man’s emotions until they destroy each other to the point they’ll have no choice but to submit to our will. Only to realize, they would destroy the planet in the process.  Then again, this is the all-knowing god we’re talking about so instead of admitting she’s wrong & fixing it for divine peace, lets just destroy everything that has breath, that has potential for greatness then they’ll beg for a reset, & still get to be the savior all over again.

 

Far-fetched? Perhaps. but because god works in mysterious ways we shouldnt question her in/abilities to make sound, logical non-reactionary judgments or expect her to do so or suffer the wrath of her consequences. She’ll flood the earth, burn it to ash, or become so jealous of our unity she’ll cause Pangaea to shift..

 

Point: As a gatekeeper, I was born neutral towards woman, while harboring 100% compassion towards man. (Ive had to learn how to be neutral towards men but thats another blog) Woman refuses to hold herself accountable for allowing this “mess” a safe space inside her womb then why should he bother cleaning up? Protecting HER house she so proudly boasts belings solely to her? (rhetorical)

And For this fact alone, I cant be mad at man for how he acts. For being “predatory,” when it is us who created him to be that in the first place. He’s just stunting like his mama, thats all. I find no fault in Him for that. He was already forgiven for his sins once i accepted him into my womb. So, here’s to man-kind.. the degenerate special needs version of myself. You are now free to do you, with or without me/us.. Free will brother.. Do with it, what thou whilst. Thanks for reading.

You’re not as innocent as you think…

Because everybody’s a victim in 2017, or wants to play one, let me speak directly to those who are so helpless & innocent they can’t tell a broken fe/male from a [mostly] healed one..

I’m going to attempt to keep this brief & to the point. I’ve witnessed a lot of finger pointing going on between which came first chicken or the egg on these internet streets, when in reality they’re both the same chicken, just in different stages of life but I digress.

There’s an ongoing debate on whose at fault for the break down of the black community here in the West, so without getting too deep, let’s just say it’s my fault. 30yrs on this planet & I still view everything outside of me as OUT-SIDE of me.. Just Sit with that one for a minute..

By now you’ve survived all the trauma living in the first world has to offer. I know how tough it is having Indoor plumbing,  access to the front entrance of anywhere you dare to purchase goods & services from, passports to leave and go wherever you want whenever you want.. not having drones bomb your entire neighborhoods, or better yet, having the freedom to parade through public streets full nude & proclaim that others are wrong for not embracing YOUR willingness to be well, butt-naked in public. It’s tough living like this, & things really need to change for the better, I totally get it. You’ve played the victim so long you can’t even tell you’ve actually become your captor.. You’ve actually become the predator we all love to hate.. Let me explain.

Continue reading You’re not as innocent as you think…

You have the right to Stay Sleep: A “Stay Woke” Think Piece…

After watching Hidden Colors 1-3/4,  a few buzzkill documentaries & reliving slavery via “strange fruit” memes via social media from your “#wokeAf friends, learning to respect another’s right to dis-associate #staySleep themselves  from the harsh reality of today’s social climate can be challenging. Especially when it requires a certain level of compassion & understanding as opposed to rude awakenings, teasing by name calling (sheep, coon etc), bashing ideologies  or coercion.  But first let me give you the definition of what it means to disassociate so you’ll know how/what you’re dis-respecting..

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href=”http://www.thefreedictionary.com/disassociate”>disassociate</a>

Now check below to find out about Dissociative Disorders that cause memory blockages or temporary amnesia..

https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/dissociative-disorders/what-are-dissociative-disorders

 

 

Experiencing temporary amnesia (blocked memories) or even being so-called “sleep” is just how the brain protects itself from the reality of traumatic events. Be it a car accident, death of a loved one, sexual trauma or Continue reading You have the right to Stay Sleep: A “Stay Woke” Think Piece…

Nicki Minaj Envy… I totally get it!!

 

Here’s a brief synopsis of my observation over this whole Nicki Minaj Remy Ma beef thing..

 

Y’all are only team #Remy over #Nicki for the same reason folks are team #solange over #beyonce, period.. Keep reading I’ll explain.

Short Version: Trauma & Perpetual self victimization.. Anytime Remy opens her mouth all i hear hypermasculinity..anger pain.. then when i see her, i receive that confirmation.

When i hear Nicki’ s voice theres’s this childlike innocence within it, When i see her? Confirmation. This is a chick who still finds sanctity in playing dress-up.. Fearless, sensual femininity in This modern world & in today’s climate, that’s a BIG no-no.. It’s just not “safe” to be free, flouncing around in “silly” costumes, smiling from ear to ear everywhere you go..

That’s just not adult-like. And you people just couldn’t wait for the big bad wolf to eat her ass alive to prove how right you are about YOUR world…

You know, Remy reminds me of the misguided, disgruntled child with an alcoholic step dad & strung out mother for parental figures, who was forced to raise her siblings before her first menstrual flow.. #rootchakra #foundationsMatter Who then goes to school to pull the hair of the “pretty” girls, with clean clothes with parental figures who care about that child’s wellbeing. The one who all the little boys chase on the playground while calling HER their “homeboy” & getting punched in the shoulder as if she is one of the guys.. I get it. She’s the underdog. And we all love a good “started from the bottom” story to make us feel less miserable about our own shadows & sh*t.

 

I Totally get it..

 

Sooo, what did The Queen Beyonce & Solange have to do with this Made for tv lifetime movie script?

Well Solo, is the “rebellious” (pretty, but still) less pretty, less angelic, unapologetically querky, eccentric, outwardly aggressive hypermaculine version of Beyonce..

And lets be real, yall werent fucking with #solange until she jumped on Jay-Z (#misandry) then dropped ‘Dont Touch My Hair/Cranes’ at the height of your lil #blackGirlMagic ego boost campaign.. Yall wasnt seeing her back when she had regrets about T.O.N.Y so have a seat at the damn table & cut that bullshit out!!!

Now, Remy & Solange Are lyricists/writers while Beyonce & Nicki are performers.. Both highly respectable lanes with plenty of room for growth & evolution. There’s no real need to compete tbh.. but ya know, egoes & whatnot.

In closing, its all art to me either way you slice it.  If you cant tell by now, im biased towards the more sensual feminine woman, versus hyper-aggressive boisterous women.  I mean, I get it tho.. I’ve been hypermasculine for roughly 25years of my life & quite frankly, that shit was exhausting. Y’all can have at it tho. I’m just packing lighter these days.   #traumaFree #lightYogi #dragonflyaffect #exBagLady 

Black Wednesday, I Am: The sacrifice…

 

Picture this.. December 24, 2004. Under the imminent threat of inclement weather, We rise early to drive a few hours North to Little Rock, Arkansas for the procedure. (As I write this I’m trying to remember if I knew where we were going and why.. it’s sort of fuzzy but I do remember it was cold.. my mind was full of fog as it had been the last 3months or so.. ) We arrive to this facility only to be searched upon entry. Medal detectors, bullet proof glass & strange smells.. We sign on then sit in the lobby. Silence. All of our expressions are the same. Most of the faces have a husband or boyfriend with them for support but I have my mother.
Attempting to cheer me up, but I have nothing. Not even fear. All of this feels like a dream and I’m just ready to be warm & In my Twin Sized Blues Clues covered bed set… Continue reading Black Wednesday, I Am: The sacrifice…

Overcoming Holiday Depression Anxiety.. And why I Am thankful..

Its no longer a debate on whether we came from a LONG line of emotionally unavailable women or not. Its no longer a debate of whether this system made her that way by stripping her of our father’s, her father literally &/or figuratively. But now that we’re here, the offspring generation Y, fully awakened & aware of said conditions looking around at this world as newborns.. like how did this happen? When the evidence lies within what of our remains bloodline..

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I remember Thanksgiving 2009.. My great grandmother had passed on MLK day bacin January 19. Couple months prior trying to be a team player going the extra mile for a certain pizza chain, ended up being T- boned by some idiot totalling my first ride.. a 99 Toyota Tacoma.. tore ligaments in my neck & for the first time in my life, I was terrified to drive.. I even started smoking cigarettes (one of two things besides adrenal gland fatigue that took my Mama Dea out.. along with her husband a few weeks prior to thanksgiving back in ’96)  just to drive again once I finally ran out of savings.. Fast forward to thanksgiving.. car-less, body broken, ego shattered, heart? (don’t mention it) And my aunt is on her way to pick me up to take me to be bombarded with memories of the staple of my life that no longer exists. the one person who never turned her back on me.. or it looked at me with disgust for being “broken”.. she was gone. Fast forward I decline the ride and to my surprise, no-one sent me a plate. They fed the “homeless” in Madison instead.. As punishment for not showing up, I didn’t “deserve” a plate. Which reminded me of that one Christmas mom didn’t but me anything because lets be honest.  i was a problem child.. year after year presents & plates were piled high for me.. I can’t remember the crap i was bought or the foods on those plates but I remember the disappointment.. the emptiness.. the rejection of not being understood. I learned just how cold & unsympathetic the black woman could truly be..

My new perspective is that they were grieving too.. And my not being there was a way to lash out for all the grief a sexually abused child brings upon a family. My not being there was a bitter sweet feeling because 1) I wasn’t a physical reminder of what the town knows happened 2) I gave in to depression. I was becoming a loser & a failure because I wasn’t as “strong” as them. I couldn’t just “put on” for a few hours and pretend to be overjoyed to see them.. make them feel better and it’s better they don’t have to see me. 3) more food for them

So I said all that to say this.. what my family doesn’t know is that I haven’t had an appetite on thanksgiving since ’95.. I have to force myself to eat every year during this time. I can’t smoke to provoke an appetite due to current profession so all that’s left to do is feel. And if I must say so myself, I feel more alive NOW than ever before. However I do understand why people feel anger, anxiety, depression during these times. It feels as if We’re stuck in bereavement mode, my generation. All this knowledge we have we just can’t seem to evolve past the pain. Pain, self victimization, self pity,  self sabotage, self neglect and all around trauma have become our normal. Granted some of us can & are doing the werk to evolve but there comes a time where one must separate others pain, their PAST trauma, their PAST hurts and embrace where they are right now. In the present.. Thanksgiving 2016, the outside world is “grieving” for native American struggles, all summer it was “black” lives, and today is a gumbo of the “world’s” pain and tragedy. And im over here like, nah. I still dont have an appetite but i DO have joy in my heart. I can actually FEEL love and compassion for others without feeling drained of life force. In ’09 my heart was filled with despair. 2013, I was praying for Trayvon, scared for my teenage male relatives.. 2015, I observed the final thanksgiving I was going to spend being “concious” 100% in my head about the knowledge & superior to my blood relatives.. true I would fake happy til this year but I made it through!!! I finally beat depression. I finally have my innocence.. my femininity.. my sensuality back and for that, I Am thankful. The world will burn I mean turn no matter what hashtag is popping this week. I Am thankful for moments of the present. And one day, this life or the next, so will you..

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Thanks for reading.