sensing her mist formed in the wildness of brambles moss on sentient stone you come with the prescience of a moth in gestation she summons you her sweet waters before & beyond the anthropocene there are stars there is medicine embedded into every word you had taken me to the
Full moon transmission ~ clear as conception Clear the debt Ceremonialize Releasing debt Releasing the dead Releasing the debt from the dead, the dead from the debt There is no room for debt in life-affirming futures An era of enslavement collapses Inevitably, inexorably Ceremonialize this Let debt complete itself Its passage
FIREWATER ᜆᜒᜏᜎ TIWALA (the origins of lava) is a literary altar of thirty-three poems animated by elemental enchantment and an invitation to savour the act of falling in love with life at the end of the world as we know it. With support from the Ontario Arts Council'
1- ancient caves 🐚 2- coconut milk: warm and sweet 🥥 3- femmeship 🤍 4- fairies 🧚🏼 5- femmeifesting 💗 6- tio’tia:ke spring 🍃 7- coconut milk: chilled 🥛 8- stars & rebirth ⭐ 9- undone 🌀 10- RSVP 💌 ancient caves when i first meet them, they are shy, quiet, grounded, cool, dark, earthy they remind me
What do we know about Mount Makiling, and how do we know this? Epistemology can be understood as the study of how we know what we know. This is a key concept I often frolic with to attune to the parameters of my awareness. The distinct epistemological systems we operate
Mount Makiling, named after Diwata Mariang Makiling, is a mountain range just south of the largest freshwater lake in the Philippine archipelago, Laguna de Bay. Makiling belongs to the provinces of Laguna and Batangas in Luzon, the northernmost island of the archipegalo. While billions of years precede Makiling's
This song was written at a time when I was re-writing karmic stories about my relationship to body, land, and freedom. Enjoy! Pinatay yng mga lola natin para makatahimik tayo tumahimik yng mga lola natin para makasigaw tayo sumigaw yng mga lola natin para makabuyah tayo luminis yng mga nanay
🌊💧 on this earth ceremonies await to complete ancient cycles disturbed come sing with me in the rawness of cold waves with salty lips after this trance, we cannot go back the songlines will have been sung the copper in our blood will have conducted this electricity that cannot be unfelt
before dance became performance before it was rendered for aestheticicized spectatorship before it was hypersexualized under hetero-patriarchy its "original instructions" were for anchoring celestial codes, energies, and portals onto the earth plane under protocoled conditions passed on through lineage, our bodies were designated temples & terrestrial geodes for
In 2020, in the depths of ancestral healing, I began to reconnect with stewards of lightning in my lineage. Ultimately, I was guided to remember the living lineages of folks who still work in protocol and ritual with lightning today Earlier in 2020, I cried on a plane while watching
Excerpts from the interview "I would like to share those three words, remembering, belonging and flourishing. We are here to remember who we are and be able to trace the roots where we belong And then reconnect to the people there and journey with them so that we'