reflection

 
 

Depiction of Heaven

There is an innate intelligence That makes me a creator I am the closest depiction of what they call heaven To have life within life Is so unbelievable The strength to carry & deliver I feel most invincible No man can do What I’ve done All men are sons To the feminine Came from my womb Not your rib First god is your mother No way around it My belly is the bible and all of nature I can give you the answers to all of your questions There isRead More


I Pray Within

I found the truth Didn’t look too far to see I found my truth Inside of me I use to bend my knees humbly I waited as long as I could I spoke those names so ignorantly Now I act on what needs to be done They dipped me in water To wash placed guilt away I served him daily I would pray and I would just wait Yet my people still enslaved Behind enemy lines Locked down and lynched up Even thrown away by my own kind So IRead More


How You Are A Reflection of The First Mother

During the creation process we borrow tissue from our mothers body. That means that your matter or material is all maternal. This is why in Latin mother means “mater” and father means “pater“, he sparked the pattern. So every time you touch your skin, you are not only touching your mother and touching your grandmother, but you are also touching the first mother. This is one reason why literally we are our ancestors! Life recycles… ~Wonder Wombman  


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