Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The last of the last. 09-09-09 (Part One)

September 9th, 2009. I can't remember where or what I was doing at this time on this date. Not on any September 9th. That's probably a good thing, seeing that my ori doesn't allow me to hold baggage too long. Memories...good memories, at that, bother me when they leave and come back in fragments. September is a month of ceasing. Hell, one of my favorite songs from Green Day touts the lyrics, "Wake me up...when September ends." I can't wait. The start of school was the first back then. September 1st. The football season began officially in September. Fall reared its head in the proper time. I'm guessing that change even places your memories in different stages. Like who would think of my past encounters and former girlfriends coming back to roam the area where I work? Thankfully, I haven't seen the one recent ex that is still around a nearby area. It's bad enough that we used to work together and my resources for maintaining my living here requires me to move around those areas she works and lives in. But this is how I think. How my heart reacts to pain makes me reflect on how much Oya has been moving things around in my life, despite me getting buck at everyone else that I've had around to blame.

I feel that every guru, every specialist, every life coach, and everyone too busy telling me about what we all need doesn't care. Why should they? Their life exists on you paying attention to what they offer you! Advice is one thing, but really, how often do we pay tons of money to better our life to get tons of money that doesn't determine our lives? Suzie Orman. Zig Ziglar. Tony Robbins. Deepak Chopra. Hell, anyone willing to sell their success and not honestly do this shit out of their heart is mad. Seriously. I honestly think I've been ruined by quotes that I don't make myself. Whatever happened to listening to our ancestors? They quoted the best. "Get your tail in the house before the lights dim!" "Boy, put a handle on that when you speak to her/him." "Go get me a switch." Ok, the last one usually was when all else failed. Has everything failed? Children don't care much for getting that ass whooped. Why? Society says share the love. Others try to tell you to forget the past. I'm trying to find out when did warriors 'put aside their weapons to tell the other side to stop killing and raping our women, or we'll hug your ass to death'. What the hell? Oya is a redeemer in many ways. She is also a life coach, a master teacher, a guru, a specialist, a counselor, a spiritual cleanser. She's not gonna forsake the righteous, nor the needy of knowledge. But we are placing our beliefs aside to try new shit that is created by the old enemy. Need I discuss who?

Or self-image has been shitted on, mainly by us. Oya has arrived on this cusp of the Age of Aquarius to correct this spiritual bullshit that we've mixed together and called it art. This isn't Esther Mahlongu. This here isn't dung. It's our souls we're ignoring here. Politics get us angry, but we're not angry at ourselves to make shit work for the most important people...OURSELVES. Where's our cooperative economics? Our self-determinations? Our creativity? We're sitting with our shoulders shrugged and our eyes widened with befuddlement as the same ol' train passes by, spewing manure as the message. (Subliminal - if a puppet can rule the nation, who the fuck controls the puppet to do so???) We all are leaders. So why do we depend so much on other words when we cannot muster our own strength to speak out?? To Be Continued.

1 comment:

Nicole said...

Interesting blog Ifeanyi. I'm always fascinated by your propensity to zip from topic to topic without use of segues. I'm the same way, lol. Your thought processes are indeed very much like a great cyclone.