What's the deal with me and Native Americans?
- 2 days ago
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Trying my best to put my passion into context.
My return home began with this book: “Les Indiens D’Amerique Du Nord” a photographic portfolio of Edward Curtis’ sacred mission work of documenting our North American ancestors.
I found this book in Paris of all places. I had been sitting on a sidewalk, waiting there because the salon across my way had the same name as A* and I was in a phase of my journey where I was working hard to be in more feminine energy and follow sacred guidance.
The bookshop was a head’s turn away.
Seeing these images ignited the deeper soul remembrance of who we truly are as humans/earth’s angels.
This was in 2018.
The book continued to work its magic in the back-burner of my awakening journey, without much conscious thought from me.
This past September, followed the divine guidance to take a journey to Lagos, Portugal, the site where the very first Africans were brought against their will through enslavement.
On my 8 hour layover, discovered I would have to re-enter security at JFK regardless of whether I left the airport or not (because I was going from a domestic terminal to an international one). So, having lived on Lenape Island in my early 20s, I knew Rockaway Beach (on the Atlantic) was a quick train ride away.
I journeyed there and communed with the sacred ganja plant purchased at a dispensary one block from the beach.
Through the golden hour sun and early fall breeze caressing me, I received the guidance to take a small bag of sand with me to Portugal.
Interestingly enough, at TSA in Rochester, a woman told the agent she had a bag of sand and the officer said it was okay.
So knew ’d be okay following this guidance.
This sand would represent my African ancestors, carried on the waves of the icy Atlantic, and I would deposit them back in Lagos.
Surely from there, thought, they’d find their way home.
Well, after a troubled first day in Lagos, I followed the call to high tail it to Tangiers, a coastal city in Morocco, and host to the “Grottes d’Hercule” —the Herculean Grotto, known as the site where Hercules ripped Europe apart from Africa.
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It was there I deposited the sand and sent my ancestors free! It was there also unleashed a power-FULL prayer for the continents to reunite!
It was a shamanic journey of a lifetime!
And this was just the beginning!
On Indigenous People’s Day, I went to a park in Rochester to film an “Indigenous People’s Day Special” for my last YouTube channel.
There, at this park I’d never been to, found a teepee waiting just for me.
It had been constructed by a young boy and his father, the laminated note inside informed me. I am forever great-full for them!
Recording this special changed my life, for in connecting directly with my Native American ancestors (whom I fully claim through my birthright of being born on American soil), they sent me on a guided journey that has completely changed my life and is still transforming me today.
It is my business’ debut season and I've been working to create a collection that celebrates our mother country’s 250th birthday—a collection that celebrates and affirms the freedom encoded in American soil and every single one of her people.
Naturally, the ancestors guided me to this remembrance and to their portraits, onto which I've begun adding protective sigils through both digital illustration and acrylic paint.
This is only the beginning!
Xo,
Spirit
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