A Timeless Dream From My Journal
Dream Entry
Languid branches of sun, red, and cream were sprayed out on the floor in front of a large crimson arch, dripped with silver dollars, shells, and flowers. A chaotic mix of intuition, love, and pride. I couldn’t make out if it was her or the man whose secrets were sewn into herbs.
The aura of the ground we stood on felt feminine. focused. Its decoration spoke through me. it would only accept memories, wombs, and gold. A mat of ocean spray flowed between this world and theirs as it lapped against my ankles. Materialized from earth. My sister stood beside me and as she bent down unafraid to pluck a flowery branch away from where the earth met the sea, I gazed upon her with fiery eyes of awe and envy. She had touched a god. Was she allowed to do so?
I hurried away, uncertain of the state of my ori. As I trailed past bodies in a room filled with chants, the heartbeat of drums, followers, voyeurs, energy grabbers, untethered spirits, and holy men, My baba appeared dressed in all white. His energy filled with the light of white. A child of Obatala. Grinning in ease and admiration, he stood before me offering a coconut. Its shell had been cracked open and the outside made smooth. A tall brown and sand-striped feather stood erect from its head. Piercing the exposed white meat, he greeted me with the large grin that he is accustomed to. With well wishes and openness. I was opened… I looked down at the offering and a plume of soft white smoke arose from the top of the fruit. Its force felt like something new and not yet born of this world. With gentle breaths, My Baba washed the cloud over me while voices of old suns fell from his mouth and danced across my skin.
