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Becoming Love Medicine Posted by   Sacred Walker  ; Edited & Published by Many Voices Sacred Walker I stood there in the Norman Manley Airport of Kingston, Jamaica. My small 11-year-old palm connected to my lanky brown hand held tightly on to my mother’s full warm palm center. What do you do when your home and world don’t feel safe? Where do immigrants land when suppression is the only way to get by? My father stood to the left of me with his tall brown caramel skin, shooing away flies. We had not been to New York since we immigrated when I was four, and now, to secure permanent residency “green cards,” we were back. I was delighted at the red, orange, yellow, and green bustling people. Then suddenly, my father’s booming voice interrupted my serene moment, “There are so many flies here. Kind of like you and your mother, just buzzing around and annoying in my ear. Don’t embarrass me out here, you know.” He spoke in a strong, threatening...

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The story of finding the strength the birth new things amidst challenging times, tapping into that fire to create new life is an intergenerational choice that spans for generations in my family. I interviewed my mom regarding my birthing story, attached below. I found out many things, but one thing in particular stuck out to me. My mom birthed me alone. My father felt threatened by our other family members, and forbade her from seeing her mom and siblings. They went to the hospital room together, but he didn't join her in the labor room. She had me as a natural childbirth. Yet, she birthed me alone. And once I was born she would sneak me off in the daytime to see my family, and particular her mom. She was very afraid of my dad's temper, if he found out. But she took the risk anyway because it was important to her to have us both visit our family. Yet, she chose to stay. I was born within a tumultous environment. Having now understood the risks my mom took to reduce her isol...

http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-202_162-57584343/japan-mayor-says-comfort-women-wwii-forced-prostitutes-were-necessary-to-maintain-discipline/ In the UK news: Japan's Mayor's comments of known human rights violations, the rape and forced prostitution of women (South Korean etc.) in WWII was necessary for the military to release their stress and maintain order in society. I am so disgusted with men seeing women's bodies as disposable versus sites of the divine. Just when I thought we were making steps forward in the movement to end the justification of gender violence, I find some Int'al politician takes us steps back. Sending empathy and solidarity energy to the descendents of comfort women today. In solidarity, Sis. Sacred *   Disclaimer: This post is   not   an endorsement of this cbs news, and more so shares professional opinions. This report is an op-ed piece, and encourages those specifically seeking more info to to make the most informed decisions from a w...

Title: Divine Eros Unravels: An inherited choreo-Poem by Sacred W. Taneshia K. Campbell (Co-birthed with Emerge fam. and Spirit :D!) Narrator cue (offstage right): Facial expression: All Emotional arch- Happy/ JOY/ upward movements Yesterday I was Sacred - age 16 Movers Enter stage right to Center stage: (Movement of desire going towards stage: left- of audience) Sacred +1/1 cue opening: enters & molds image and facial expression of Divine Love. Characters Cue marker (except Polina): One at a time enter as image of divine love... Be sure image on face holds true to emotional intent of character. I started out as a temple dancer. I was so honored to be called by Spirit. To praise. moving in tantric form. Divine bliss expressed It started out as a commitment to God Dancing with Spirit gave life a new meaning A generational family calling So I sent for my Jamaican aunties and mother to immigrate Receive An honest ...

poem Not your ordinary love poem Love ginger orange poems Oozing over the tablet on my smoothe thighs and hips massage into my Ghirardelli chocolate skin memoirs Feeling free again To write my erotic power into Existence Omnipresent eroticism You see when I was just a wee age of 7 An old man tried to take away my young innocence Not knowing my dad had already collected his treasure years prior For so long feeling like spoils I lost something I had And years later I beckon her back That what was taken that belonged to Goddess and Divine Me's And we alone~ Right now as we read the lines of this Omnipresent eroticism We stand in warrior pose & Fight and Dance our ways back to it: ~Our Genuine Erotic~ In present tense End of sentence ~ I take broken pottery pieces and see the ancient wisdom scribed On shattered fragments that I once discarded Run away in fear Step into in faith, love, forgiveness, compassion, faith And ...