Monday, April 2, 2012

Mirror, Mirror On the Wall....

Mirror mirror 'not' on the wall but in the eyes of all I meet... Thank you for showing me who I am. This is love, this is growth, this is sweet. -Ahahai Hudley


Ok, my first REAL blog in three months! I am on the verge of shifting a major pattern! I am entering into a new phase of trust, peace and relaxation. Ok, last year I wrote a blog entitled River Walks aka Ready for My Man. I spoke about doing a process/ritual to attract a new love to me. What I never spoke about is the fact that it worked!  (sort of, giggle) After three weeks of going to the river every Friday with my five oranges, and laying out to Oshun my list of wants and needs in a man, one did come to me! It was someone who I already knew but hadn’t really thought twice about. But one night, he appeared and with the right music (and the right drink, lol) I saw him with new eyes and we entered a new relationship as lovers.

At the beginning, I found a connection I had not experienced with many of the men I’ve been with. What most attracts me to a man is intelligence and he was simply brilliant but also fun! So many brothers in the cultural community tend to be stuffy and dry as rocks but we could talk about anything from Marcus Garvey to Lil Wayne all while sipping on some Bacardi rum. After one of our early sexual experiences, I experienced going into trance and damn near was speaking in tongues! So safe to say, this connection was deep. Everything was flowing great, well except for one little thing. He was not ready for a committed relationship. He was very clear about this. I thought fine, I am going to enjoy it for what it is. My goal for last year was to become sexually uninhibited so this was the perfect relationship to explore my goal. But as we know, with sex comes hormones (I blogged about this too!) and after a certain amount of time, it is not just sex.

So as we kept up the relationship, I always had an underlying sense of foreboding and being ill at ease. The main fear was that he would end the relationship. Every time I texted him, I always had this fear of rejection since we had no official title. Not only did I care for the man, I admired him as a person. But I was not going to pressure him into a relationship since I know that pressuring a man is no good. As time went on, he asked me if I could do “open” as in “open relationship”. I told him I could (in fact that’s what I wanted) and he said he was seeing another person. Ok, fine I was also talking to other men. Everything was all good for another few months until I found out he was having a New Year’s Eve party and I was not invited. Why? Because the other woman would be there. (It was also her birthday).  This is when things started to change….

I was extremely upset.  Mostly because over the six months of us dealing with each other we have never been on a date. He always claimed it was financial and I didn’t really press the issue because I cared more about just spending time with him. But I was beginning to feel closeted. I will admit, at the beginning I did not want people to know about us. I didn’t want folks in “my business” but I felt slighted. In truth he hadn’t really done anything wrong and was free to do as he chose but feelings of jealousy began to creep in.

I moved passed it and we continued seeing each other but over the next few months I was thrown curve ball after curve ball and I struck out. I won’t go into all the details but some highlights include running into the two of them at a club (I was also on a date but with no one I actually cared about), him seeing me hugged up with someone else at a mutual event, somehow ending up at the chicks house during an unplanned get together and having a drunken argument with my lover during my birthday party about the relationship. I was hurt and angry that number one, she did not know about me and was clueless about the relationship him and I were having (that’s NOT open!), number two we still had not been on a date and number three, I’m flyer than her anyway! (Whoops! Ego slip!) Scratch three.

 Abraham Hicks Video: How to Let Go Someone You Love
VERY insightful and helpful :) please watch

I tried to pressure him into telling me why he had not told her, and all I got was that it was complicated and a non-assuring assurance that he would. The situation felt grimey to me, especially after I had been in the chick's house. In his defiance of feeling pressured he asked me what if he did not tell her? What would I do? What if we were just friends, no sex? I asked him if that was what he wanted and he said he appreciated our friendship but did not want arguments like we had at the party. He felt as if I was trying to control him. The last time we were together, I left feeling unsatisfied, unclear and disappointed. This lasted a few hours until I had some sudden realizations. The universe was unfolding absolutely perfectly and I was getting everything I needed!

My lover who seemingly was being a jerk and causing me so much pain was simply my mirror reflecting me to me! As I have spoke of before, I am an avid JujuMama Progressive Love member and while going through this shituation, I completed a process called the three-way mirror with Kenya K. Stevens (ok, I know this sounds like a commercial but this is real spit I promise you!!!). The purpose of the 3-way mirror is to show you EXACTLY why we attract the people we are in relationship with. So here goes how and why I attracted my lover…get ready, I’m coming to sit on your couch….

Growing up my mother was not affectionate, I mean she was damn near masculine in her energy. Single mothers, hard working Black women do not often have much time for love or softness for their children.  As soon as she would get in the house she went on a tirade cursing about what we needed to do and how come the dishes were not washed etc. I never heard ‘I love you’ from her lips until I was well into my teens. So basically, growing up my mother was not emotionally responsive to me and in times of stress or need I did not feel comfortable to go cry on her shoulder or even expect a shoulder.  I did not know it then but a pattern was being set about my expectations from the men (my mother being in her masculine) I truly cared about. From the boy who threatened to throw a pencil at me in kindergarten because I told his twin sister I liked him, to the gay guy I fell in love with at NYU, to my dear lover whom I’m blogging about---all the men I’ve felt really, really passionate about have always been unavailable to me because that has been my subconscious expectation.

You see, this is not about him and this other girl, this about me. One of my goals for this year is to be in a committed relationship with someone I feel passionate about, who equally feels the same passion for me. However, before I can enter or be ready for this partnership, I must shift some patterns about me and what I expect from men! This relationship was the PERFECT one to assist me in doing that because I did not even know this pattern was functioning in my life! My lover reflected me in so many ways, he was my fear of being ‘owned’ and not wanting a relationship in the first place (where I was last year), my lack of direct communication and fear of uncomfortable conversations and even my fear of exposure—I was also sleeping with somebody else and while he knew, I never had a very direct conversation with him about it, this he brought to my attention. In short, HE is ME--my curriculum from the Universe to guide me in the expansion of myself, not just so I can get a “man” but so I can become a more evolved being. Sorry to say, but HE is almost irrelevant. He is vapor, thin air, maya; he is my creation…What I want is coming to me, period. As I change, and grow he will either change and grow or move out the way for someone else who is more of a reflection of what I want.


Abraham Hicks video called "The Perfect Mate" short and sweet!

As these realizations came to me, I literally became flooded with feelings of bliss and love. I wrote these words,

“I am soooo thankful for my lover___________________, showing up and helping me to shift my patterns. I now expect responsiveness from men. I expect the men I choose to choose me back! I am now at peace, comfortable and confident in tense conversations with my men. He is teaching me to be open, communicative and clear. He is showing me how to love unconditionally and to work though my jealousy. I love him and I love every man I’ve been with! I am happy for the contrast! I can be, do or have whatever I want! I fully step into a committed relationship with my perfect partner with my arms and heart open!” 

Then I wrote and thanked every single man I’ve been with for the ‘gifts’ they gave me, what I learned about myself in those relationships. Last night, I took a bubble bath by candlelight and went through my list again and thanked every man for every lesson. I also typed up the good qualities I’ve found in my men and created a recipe for the Universe to combine them into a “master man”, perfect partner just for me!  

Now I won’t pretend I no longer think of my lover and feel angry or jealous but I work to get back in alignment. This relationship has allowed to me surf from the heights of ecstasy, to the pits of anguish. I have expanded exponentially in spirit; while performing a healing dance, I had a flash of insight about a past life he and I shared and how it is affecting us now.  This has NEVER happened before and I now, more than ever feel the power of my spirit!  How could I not love this man? He has been a great catalyst for my growth. I know now whomever I do enter into a relationship with, he will be getting a better more expanded version of me. He too will reflect some pattern, be my reflection and will cause me to expand and grow. For this is life, this is love.

Beautiful explanation of what LOVE really is and Tantra....





Sunday, March 11, 2012

Happy Birthday to Me....



I haven't blogged in a really, really long time. Not because I do not have anything to say or because nothing's going on. I do have one excuse, I've been working to finalize my new poetry book which should be out in a month. Yay!! The other reason is that I've had many ups and downs over the past few months and while I normally feel comfortable with puking my guts on the page, right now I'm not there yet. I try to make sure each of my blogs have a "message" (cue Keenan Ivory Waynes in Don't Be a Menace... ) but this time, I'm not quite show what the "message" I want to convey is, or what nuance I want to focus on. So when I figure that out, I will let you know. For now, yesterday was my birthday and I wrote a poem about it so if you'd like to hear it, here it go!!

March 10th 1981


I cracked open the sky
'tween my motha's legs
She said I brought her
the most pain
2 days
49 hours
one month and 3 days overdue
Epidural failed
birth was slow and hard
But I came
a red wailing siren
chromosomes chained in poetry
Heart splintered,
weeping violins
I breathed
a thousand lifetimes of knowing
I've been an alien
conducting surgery
in space
A sacred whore in Kemet
in love with a king
A flower temple dancer
in India with henna kissed palms
A priestess of Yemaya rolling
cowrie shells into the ocean
An Inuit man diving Alaskan waters
fishing for freedom
A baby choking on shark teeth
thrown from a slave ship
If you cut me open
counted my earth rings
You would measure me
ten thousand seasons
Don't be fooled
by this soft smile
and vegetarian face
I am aged in light years
The only youth I carry
is in my tears
Babies born with every fistful
of heartache
Every joy splitting
me open
till I am meaty and tender
Recognize this birth
but know
I am sand
passing through
the fingers of time
The moon's song
rumbling a tide
A clock springing
forward into the lap
of eternity

-Shepsa

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Killing the Good Girl




Had an AHA moment recently….these have be coming steadily this year as I’ve eased into 30. At first, I kind of dreaded having to close the door on my twenties, but now I am sitting comfortable and pretty in 30. (Sidebar: I’ve also been attracting younger men lately who all tell me in shock, “Wow! You look good for your age!” HA!) Anyway, as I ripen in age, I’ve realized something about myself that I need to lay to rest. A part of me, collecting dust over time and not holding much use. She has pigtails and a kool-aid smile. I call her “Good Girl” and this chick has to go!

It began for me as a child. You would have loved to have me as your daughter or student! I was quiet, dutiful and very smart. My mother loved to brag on me too, “Yes, Tameka is ALWAYS on the honor roll! She never gets anything less than a B!”I loved standing out for doing “the right thing”. I loved getting attention for being right so I worked really, really hard at being the best good girl around.  My teachers said go to college, so I went. Not only did I go, I went to one of the best and most expensive colleges around, NYU. Preacher said that Jesus said don’t have sex unless you’re married, so I stayed a virgin a long ass time and married the first man I had sex with!  

I was driven by a need to be recognized as “good” in the eyes of others and also to master whatever the standard for good was. I’m a Pisces so we have this uncanny ability to melt and merge with others, which is why we make such great actors and artists. The issue comes when we are so busy merging and melting, that we loose sight of what we want….

This really came to heads for me when I was trying to decide to leave my marriage. I was looking for some outside authority to tell me that it was ok. What if I made a mistake? What if I ruined my life and even worst, my son’s? What if I am WRONG! Gasp! This good girl cannot be wrong! I’ve always gotten it right! I cannot tell you how many spiritual readings I had trying to get a clue into my decision. Every oracle, medium pointed the divination back to me. It is up to you, they said. You must decide and once you decide the great forces around you will back up your decision. Hunh? How could this be? I was looking for someone else to tell me, some textbook, some scripture to let me know what to do. But it could not…

So, for the first time I was forced to not be “good” but just be true…So, that was three years ago and I made the right decision for me. However, lately I’ve been noticing how I still have some of this “good girl” complex and a fear of getting it wrong. This complex has had me running around thinking it’s about reading this book or taking this class or following what the 'great-so and so' said.  Whatever system I plug myself into, I go hard and try to perfect it to a T…Afterall, shining and being the best has always gotten me the limelight….But no more. I no longer care if I get it wrong, or if anyone else agrees. Fact is, I can’t get it wrong; it’s life and everything is a new experience to learn from.

So I’ve decided to the kill the good girl. Yup, this goody-two shoes bitch got to go! I kill the need to seek authorities outside of myself and for others to validate what I am doing. Yes, I will continue to take in information, seek elders, read books etc. but I will always ask myself what do I think, what is it I want. I will be the final authority over what is going on in my life. I will not try and fit some mold and be “perfect” within it. I will not bend to the expectations of what others think I should be. 

It is so refreshing not to feel bound to a group or a single ideology of what one should or should not do. Today, I spent time walking through the mall and thought honestly about what I like.... I like to wear tights and I’m going to buy me some with leopard print. I like vegetarian food and being a “granola” but I will eat me a reese’s cup if I want to. I love the arts and being an artist but don’t think it is particularly creative to starve. I will make lots of money from my art. I love my juju-vodu-law-of-attraction-what-the-fuck-is-she-talking-about-mumbo-jumbo and it's fine if you don't get it or believe in it.....I will do a photoshoot...in the nude. I will talk about Harriet Tubman and sex in the same sentence. I am creating my own rules and will bend or break them as I please.

Dance to my new theme song!







Monday, October 24, 2011

Wet With Expectation



Funny, the topic of my last blog was “watching sadness” and now this one is about being uhhhh…..happy! I figure I ought to express it before……NO! Not going to say that! I am in the now and the now is eternal, all there really is. I AM HAPPINESS! At the start of this year, I made a deeper commitment to manifesting what I want in my life. For many, the new year actually begins on September 21st, the beginning of harvest time for many people around the world and the fall equinox—a day where there is equal day and night, energy ripe for planting your desires into the universe.

So at the beginning of this cycle, I made an oath to myself to go hard or go home! I have decided that every single day I am going to work toward my goals. As many of you know, I’ve been working on my poetry book this year but what you might not know is that this project began over six years ago! I started compiling my work before I got pregnant with my son—who is now five! And then I got caught up in the windmill of life (read Married and Divorced by 30 my very first blog). So, somehow this huge creative aspect of my being got shut down, packed away, put aside and placed on a shelf marked “Dream Deferred”. I even began to feel like my creativity had leaked out with my son’s amniotic fluid. And yes, giving birth to a child is probably the most single creative and miraculous act in the world, but now I am giving birth to me!

In my young days—I mean real young days—I was no joke! I was no regular sour face sitting-up-in-my-bedroom-why-does-life-suck-youth-poet, I became a national award winning writer by the time I was eighteen. I performed my poetry at the Kennedy Center in Washington D.C., I spoke at the White House on the importance of arts education and was one of twenty young artists in the nation to have the honor of being a Presidential Scholar in the Arts. I was also first place winner in Philadelphia’s Young Playwrights competition; my play got produced at Temple University, The Philadelphia Theatre Company and countless high schools and youth detention centers. Whew! I was a beast at 18!

So the past two years, I’ve been looking back at my life like WTF?! I took all of that, all my writing, all my voice and stuffed it inside of me! Why? I could blame getting married too young and having a child but the root of it was really something else….a four letter word that is the seed of destruction in the world: FEAR! Fear that despite all of these damn awards and accolades somehow I was not enough. Illogical right? Fear never is logical. It makes no sense. I do not believe in a devil but if one did exist, it would have to be the sickness of fear within ourselves that causes us to doubt, worry and worst of all, deny who we really are inside. The devil is looking in the mirror and not seeing who you truly are, greatness!

So, when something has been planted in your spirit, when you have come to life with some kind of mission, you either must fulfill it or you will self-destruct. Period, end of story. It don’t matter if you put it off for five, ten, fifteen years even, it is always going to resurface as a itch in your soul telling you that something is not right. We all know those people who surrender to the pitfalls of life, get lost in security and live a life of “I usedtos”…I usedto sing, I usedto write, I usedto be healthy etc. and have now resigned to being comfortable and safe. Nothing wrong with comfortablity or safety per se but life is about expansion, not stagnation. Whatever is not growing is dead…

("Common Threads" mural by Meg Saligman in Philadelphia. I was actually so self-conscious when this went up, lol!)

Last week I got a sign from the heavens! My sister sent me a text message showing an article published in the Philadelphia Daily News about a mural I posed for over 15 years ago being retouched to last another 30 years! I was only 15 at the time, in high school and at the budding of my creative exploration. Being chosen to be the largest figure on the largest mural on the east coast was amazingly scary!  The craziest thing was, I didn’t have to “do” anything to “get” it. We can say it was some good karma I had, a gift from the universe or my ancestors. Folks want to know the story but it is very simple. Artist came to my high school, photographed a bunch of kids and chose me. This mural being rededicated is symbolic of me being recommitted to my purpose for expansion and hell, greatness! And even deeper than that, the ability to allow good things to flow into my life! All that is required is that I be me, period.

This is not my normal tone, I am sooooo not one to go around tooting my horn or singing about the great deeds of my past but pardon me while I indulge this moment to connect to the fact that we are ALL magicians and have the power to create whatever life we choose. I am all of these things yet I am none of these things, what I am mostly is creator.

(In this video Will Smith talks about the power of thought and creation. I listen to this EVERY morning!)

So when I wake up these mornings, I do so with excitement! I’ve been getting up around 5am almost every morning to meditate and “launch my rockets of desire” into the world. I can feel the pool of my spirit becoming clear, the waters calm and wet with expectation…get ready for this tsunami…

Monday, September 19, 2011

Watching Sadness.....





Written on 8/21/09


I am watching the emotion of sadness. It is living somewhere around my heart center. Not radiating a huge area, spreading down to my appendages and through my toes but it is pulsing, faintly like the lifeline of someone just coming back from the dead. Its’ color is gray or dark purple, maybe about the size of a mouse. That’s it, my sadness is a small purple mouse with a slow pulse. But I can feel it there. Like something I ate that got stuck in my teeth. It’s funny because when I have expressed to my friends that I was feeling down or cried they look at me like really? I did not know you were…… sad. I am always surprised by that, that others seems me as stoic, strong, stone -- some mythical Amazonian Black woman who sheds no tears. I guess I am somewhat to blame for my own stereotype. I present myself as strong, intelligent and very, very Black. Original Black Afrikan Woman. Black Afrikan women cry indigo tears but only during childbirth—maybe. 

Or ghetto Black women get to cry blood red tears when they are panthers raging at baby fathers or no good niggas. White women get to cry silver tears. Everyone gathers by to cup them in their hands and sing to them like precious jewels. White women are the best criers, everyone expects them to cry and trips over their feet to let them see a rainbow again. But Black women—be they Queens or Bitches or both only get to shed tears of hysteria. And when she lets it out no one wants to touch her to tell her it will be okay for they fear drowning in the monsoon. They fear she can no longer carry their weight for them and their backbones will break. They fear the end of civilization. So no one encourages her to let it all out, she is encouraged to say fuck it. Scream and fight—cause your anger is common and expected or cloak yourself in Afrika and let ankhs and words in Kiswahili be your shield, being the mother of civilization is after all enough….

So why am I sad? What was my trigger? The humidity and the rain? Watching my son get into some other woman’s car with his father? Not having much contact with another adult for a week? Seeing all the Black women around me confused and sad? Being a fulltime mommy and trying to figure out how to discipline my son without being an emasculating Black bitch? Because I haven’t had a man in over a month and miss being soft and having arms to cradle me? The one who used to hold me stopped calling. The one who I am married to, I don’t want to touch me and the one who I want to touch me probably never will. Why? Because I am scary because I am serious. I do smile but I am serious. I laugh and joke but I am serious. I am sexy but I am serious. Act like a lady but think like man. Be sweet and shinny. Rub his back. Feed him, fuck him and don’t complain. Be mythical. Be manipulative and give good head. But when you are too serious you are dangerous because questions are asked and hey, he’s still young.  And I could go on and talk about slave masters and Black studs but I won’t. I could conjure up Aunt Sara and the Hottentot Venus but that’s another essay.

I am watching sadness boiled down to a purple mouse that lives inside my chest. It acts up sometimes like arthritis when outside is rainy and gray and no one calls. It responds to chocolate, poetry, meditation, herbal teas, prayer, tears and sometimes fantasies. At other times I just take a movie for about two hours and lay on my couch. When I am feeling really mystical I’ll read a book on Afrikan Vodou or watch a youtube clip of someone dancing Oshun. Tonight, maybe I’ll pray over some honey to remind me that I am a goddess or take a bath in some blue water made salty by my tears.         


Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Massage--poetry book sneak peak :)



Ok, yall I'm wrapping up my first week back at work and I am tired!! I want to write but I really just want a massage so here's a sneak peak at a short but sweet poem to be featured in my upcoming book. Dedicated to all the tired hard working women who need some love rubbed into their backs!!



The Massage

I need someone to dig in and loose these knots
Burrow deep inside flesh and muscle
hard and soft
fast and slow
Send some fresh blood to break up
the tension and stiffness
Lay me out till I am a limp noodle
a body without bones and sharp edges
Pry me open
till I gush,
screaming a steamy river

I need someone to dig in and loose these knots
Pound a new rhythm into these tendons
pulse and vibrate
sound and silence
Awaken a beat to send me spinning
Lay flat the old patterns
till I am a sea of call and response
A song without breaks and blues
Stretch me open
Till I roar
Singing a sweet volcano




Sunday, September 4, 2011

SACRED SEX


                      (me dancing at Freak Nasty, now known as The Sweet Spot)

It’s been a while since I blogged!! A lot has been going on in a good way! I have been putting the pedal to the metal to churn out my poetry book so most of my creative energies have been going there. I had a GREAT summer, though in many ways it was quiet, I finally did what I have been intending to do for the past 5 years, work on my writing! I also performed a few times which too was one my goals.

Recently I spent time reflecting and realize that for the past five years—maybe more—my throat, sacral (sex) and root chakras have been underactive while my solar plexus chakra has been overactive. What is a chakra? Energy centers in our body that govern certain mental, physical and spiritual faculties. (If you want to know about these energy centers and whether you are balanced, overactive or underactive in them check out www.whitetigertantra.com). When these energies are out of wack this often manifests as a disease of the physical body. An example is that while I was married, I was not writing and performing like I used to and not verbally expressing my true feelings of discontent about the relationship; as a result, I was constantly catching sore throats that would cause me to literally loose my voice (throat chakra).

Having an overactive solar plexus chakra and underactive throat, sacral and root chakra means that in the past I have been ungrounded and uncreative, did not express my voice, was not connected to my sensuality and was in many ways, too rigid and critical of others. Yup, this was me in a nutshell. I call the former me the “Afro-Centric Nun”. 
                           (me during my afro-centric nun days. i still love malcolm x)

You know the type: headwrap, long skirts, Bob Marley t-shirt, rapping about the devil of the white man! Now don’t get me wrong, this is still me but my sense of self now has expanded to be a fuller expression of who I am. So I still have my headwraps and will rock them from time to time but I also will rock booty shorts, fishnet stockings and take a pole dancing class if the spirit moves me. As Erykah Badu said, “It’s all me!” I can’t be confined inside anyone’s box.  Many parade around in costumes, dressed as their representative and not who they truly are for fear of what others might think. I have the privilege of being 30 now and not giving a fuck…..

So as I heal my energy centers, it is only natural that I become more creative, expressive, vocal and sensual. In fact, the sacral chakra contains both our sexual and creative energies which really are one in the same. To be truly creative one has to have a deep connection to their sensuality for sexual energy is the force of creation in the universe. For this reason, I have noticed that I am most creative when I am ovulating or on my cycle....

This summer, I wrote a lot of poetry and had a lot of sex! It was beautiful! Many of you know that I am completely fascinated and entranced with the practice of sacred sex and tantra. I dare not say that I am a practitioner or master but I have been reading and engaging in certain exercises that deals with the magic, sacredness and healing aspects of sexual energy. In fact, during this summer I experienced crying for the first time after having sex. Not crying because it was wack and I was frustrated but because a certain energy point was touched and pain was released.  I also experienced going into trance (altered state of awareness) during sex. Ever been filled with the holy ghost during sex?! HA! You should try it. It feels soooooo good to be connected to my sacral and root chakras. I wish I could describe it but it is as if I have swallowed the sun and she is buzzing in my yoni (sankrit word for vajay-jay meaning origin, source of life). It’s that energy you feel when you see someone you are really attracted to or when a song that puts you in the mood comes on. It is one of the most powerful energies in the universe and when channeled the proper way can heal you and manifest your desires in the world. If you are connected, than you should be able to feel this energy throughout your whole body after having sex. I circulate my energy and send it to heal me. While having sex, I can literally feel it in my throat cleansing and healing that chakra. I’m getting excited just talking about it!!

So this has been my journey thus far and I feel it is only a minute part of the beginning. I am returning to work this week (I’m a teacher) with a bit of melancholy cause I enjoyed my freedom of the summer so much. But hey, I am a magician, I will create my life. I am connected to a powerful engine of manifestation roaring between my legs. I AM the power of creative divine feminine energy moving throughout the universe. What a beautiful path, won’t you come with me?


  (shiva and shakti- representative of divine feminine and masculine energy- in sacred embrace)