Gone fishing– but not forgetting.

I’se tired. I’m not going to lie to ya. For the past ten months I have been working very hard in all three areas of my life– love, scholarship, and creativity. I have been pouring onto my students, working diligently on my studies in graduate school, and performing and sharpening my craft as a performing poet. I’se tired. I’ve consulted my spirit, and my orders are to rest, restore, and rejuvenate during this here summer break, and that is what I intend to do.

rest– verb|cease work or movement in order to relax, refresh oneself, or recover strength.

restore-verb|return (someone or something) to a former condition, place, or position.

Testimony:

One again, I’se tired. As I’ve explain in previous posts, I have been exactly motivated to write blog posts, nor have I been filled with authentic messages to impart on my readers. I want to provide readers with the most genuine and passionate inspiration as possible. However, I cannot do so if my cup is empty. With that said, this summer I plan on doing some traveling, spiritual work, research, and reading in order to refill my cup, so when it runeth over, I’ll have more to offer.

Break it down, B:

Ya’ll are my readers, and I appreciate you all. The feedback I have been receiving about this blog has made it more urgent for me to let you all know that I have not forgotten about this work. Soon, I will return with more content, new insight, and new inspirational messages. On the contrary, I have to restore my energy and spirit and prepare for the next phase.(Ecclesiastes 3) The best time for me to do so is during my summer break from work and graduate school. In the meantime and between time, feel free to read oldie but goodie posts you’ve missed, for I will be reposting older posts. Browse the entire site. Lastly, be sure to click the follow button to subscribe to the blog. Once you subscribe, you will receive personal notifications and alerts for new blog posts!

Facts:

  1. Rest is essential to success.
  2. You cannot pour into others with an empty cup.
  3. There is a time for everything.

Pay Homage:

“ Every person needs to take one day away.  A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future.  Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.  Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.  Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.” – Maya Angelou

Salute: I’m just tryna refill my cup.

 

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Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton

 

 

 

 

The bottom line is you get no where without a spiritual practice.

Greetings good people. I am back like I never left. Only, I did leave. I’ve been in a motivational and emotional valley-funk. It stunk. The area I was currently in smelled like  a boundless pit of despair. For the last few weeks, I had not felt like myself. I had not felt like doing anything which would typically fulfill me. I thought I had jumped over the lack of motivation hurdle until fatigue, napping, poor eating habits, confusion, and negativity blew the whistle during my race. Then, I realized, I was off my game because I had not been adhering to a spiritual practice.

Practice: noun|repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it.

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Testimony: 

I’ll be completely honest: I had been warned this would happen. I went to visit my Tarot card reader about 6 months ago. We discussed my plans and the messages the universe had for me. Yes, abundance was on the way. Yes, the cards agreed with all that I envision for myself, but there was a warning. “The universe agrees with all that you are persuing, but if you don’t commit to your spiritual practice, you will become the devil in your own life.” The ironic aspect of his statement came from the fact I had a interesting dream about snakes a few days before that day. I was fighting them, but I digress. My tarot card reader was completely right. 2017 began beautifully. Opportunities were knocking and I’m wasn’t stopping. My showcase went well, gigs are lining up, and content is pouring from my pen like water. All was well. Then, I hit a mental and spiritual block. Self-doubt caught up to me. Poems stopped being written. Life got redundant. My mind was becoming clouded with unnecessary thoughts. Motivation was no longer a part of me. Negativity rained down like my lawn was due for a flood meant to wipe everyone and everything off earth in an effort to ensure a fresh start. Literally a week ago I was reminded of why my life was getting out of order. The message was simple. I stopped spending time with God. I stopped frequenting church. I stopped meditating. I stopped pouring libations and honoring the ancestors. I stopped writing, and I stopped praying with passion.

Break it down, B:
Life is so good though ya’ll, and so is God. Let me tell you why.  Last weekend a few friends and myself met up to discuss an upcoming project. Yet, the first few hours of our meeting ended up being an in-depth discussion about God. One of my friends said, “it seems like I’ll start having a good relationship with God. I’m reading the bible. I’m praying. I’ll start to see changes in my life. Then, I stop praying as often and reading as often. My life falls apart, and I have to get back right.” I’m thinking: all facts. How often do we commit to God and/or our spiritual practice, things go well; then, we forget how we got to that good place in the first place, so we stop practicing? I was guilty in this last season. Life was going so well, I unconsciously let go of the spiritual practice that kept me balanced and yielded abundance. It did not take long for me to realize my life was about to veer off course because I had started treating God like a side-piece.

Yet, life is so good though ya’ll, and so is God. I was pushed to attend church the following Sunday after I heard depression knocking at my door. I had to pull myself out of my temporary pit by going to see the water–which allows me to feel God’s presence. The weekend after I had to go spend time in nature by hiking and meditating in the woods. I had to pick my bible back up. I had to begin honoring the ancestors again. Most importantly, I had to pick my pen back up to allow my clouded mind to be defogged. Sure enough, the moment I began to open my life and my attention to the creator, my spirit, mind, and motivation became renewed. Why is that you ask? Well, as humans, there is not much we can do outside of the power of the creator, so when we keep God first, life becomes easier.

The best thing about the most high is there is always room for improvement. We always have the opportunity to right our wrongs with every new breath we receive. (Job 32:8) We need not to have shame. We need only to have a new level of dedication and passion for that which will always sustain us: a spiritual practice.

Facts:

  1. The universe will redirect us when we are out of place.
  2. Practice makes perfect.
  3. Spiritual practices require discipline and consistency.

Pay Homage:

‘Thank you’ is the best prayer that anyone could say. I say that one a lot. Thank you expresses extreme gratitude, humility, understanding.

-Alice Walker

Salute:

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light pandemic.

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& Thank you so much for reading

Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton

 

 

 

 

 

Visionaries: Fruit don’t grow overnight

I’ll keep it all the way hot. I’ll keep it a whole 400 degrees fahrenheit. I have not been moved to blog. I have not been moved to especially work on any art or liberation related work. Here lately I’ve been feeling as if the work that I have been doing was all in vain, but I prayed. I told God about my feelings and the message “Fruit don’t grow overnight” was safely planted in my heart.

Fruit: noun| the sweet and fleshy product of a tree or other plant that contains seed and can be eaten as food.

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Testimony:

First of all today alone I’ve been venting to my best-friend about how I feel like all the work I have been doing has been for no reason. I complained to him that maybe I should not live for my dreams. I said maybe I should a regular life, get a regular husband, vacation only during the summers like regular people, and put the dream of writing, performing, creating, motivating all around the world to bed because after all–don’t nobody feel me. Ain’t nobody listening. And the whole world seems like they are trying to do the same things–write poetry, blog, photographize, model, host youtube videos, etc. So, I asked God: why should I continue to do this work when everybody else is doing it too?

Also, last week, I had a moment when it seemed like back-to-back men were on ya girl. I don’t know if its my braids, my light, or both, but it seemed like men–chocolate too–were coming for me. “I would like to spend time with you,” “I want to explore your mind,” “I was thinking we could go grab a bite to eat when you are ready to leave work,” and “You gotta take a picture with me in this purple dress.” Don’t get me wrong, I love chocolate men, but I found it real odd that when my wings gained momentum, and I finally felt like I was flying, that my vice–men–pop up like pimples. After some research, I quickly caught on to the fact the top contender is a hotep fuck boy, but I digress. Nonetheless, I curved them all. I curved the potential distractions. I curved the potential temptation. I curved the potential settling. The confidence behind my curvation was the fact that I feel like I’m flying and living for something. My purpose requires complete focus and solo time with God and pure loved ones at this current moment. I realized I had passed a  formative assessment on temptation with flying colors, so I felt like I deserved a reward or fruit for my hard work and passing grade. But, nah, fruit don’t grow overnight.

Break it down, B:

So again, after I vented to God and got all bent out of shape the phrase: “fruit don’t grow overnight,” was planted in my heart. I went to sleep immediately. I was mad. The root of my lack of motivation stemmed from the fact I felt like I was not seeing any fruit growing from my labor. I have been working hard. I have been making sacrifices. Where’s the fruit? Why I ain’t free yet? Why massah still got these shackles in the form of taxes and debt on my ankles? Why I can’t shop, eat, and travel freely? The answers are simple: “fruit don’t grow overnight.”In other words, its cute that you’ve been working hard. It’s cute that you(as in me) passed one test on temptation, but you just like fruit need time to grow.

When I was a young lad, I so desperately wanted to grow a garden. I kept bugging my step-dad about it, and finally he loaned a piece of our back yard. He was so supportive and I was hype. He took me to the store and we bought seeds, fertilizer, soil, hoes, rakes, little pieces of wood so I could write the names of my veggies, and the whole nine. When we got back home that day, he made my brothers rake and prepare the area for my planting– I was the spoiled overseer. Anyway, I was hype. I wanted apple seeds, orange seeds, cantelope seeds, collard green seeds, watermelon seeds, and cabbage seeds–all the essentials. Mind you, this was my first time gardening, and I was like 12. I had done no research. I was just going for it.

So I planted. Now, in my 12-year-old mind, I thought that once you plant the seeds, you can let nature do its thing, and bam, you get fruit. Nah. That Monday, my step dad started tweakin. He’s like, “you have to get up every morning before school, before the sun starts beaming to water the garden.” He reminds me of this fact until I created a routine. Soon after, weeds start to grow. When the weeds began to grow, I had to pluck them, much like how we have to pluck people and bad habits out of our lives to allow our fruits to bloom, but, I digress.

The cantaloupe didn’t grow (at 12 I figured NC wasn’t tropical enough). The cabbage and collards didn’t even pretend to be concerned with my eagerness to have my mother cook them. The apples and oranges didn’t grown, and now I know they never will, for recently I learned it takes apple trees like 10 years to grow in the north. Oh, but that faithful watermelon finally sprouted, and there was a rush of excitement in my heart, my family’s heart, and my neighbors’. I was so excited, I saw the little leaves grow into bulbs which grew into fruit. When I saw a little bit of action, I became more excited to weed and water. I felt some kinda way, briefly, because I expected them to be as big as a pregnant woman’s belly, but they were only a tad bit larger than grapefruit–GMO’s and hormone injected foods had my mind warped. Nonetheless, I grew fruit. I did not get to taste it, but my folks said it was sweet, and I was just glad they enjoyed it.

The point is this, don’t give up and continue to nurture your dreams. You may not see immediate results, but fruit don’t grow overnight(psalm 128:2). It took weeks for my garden to yield fruit, and many of the seeds I planted did not even show up. Sometimes everything you nurture is not meant to bloom. But we cannot give up. We cannot get discourage. We cannot stop. We still have to water. We will continuously have to weed. Sooner or later, we will see the fruits of our labor manifest in the form of our dreams becoming realities.

Facts:

  1. Good things take time.
  2. While we are waiting, God is preparing us.
  3. Faith and patience are absolute musts.

Say: I can’t stop. I won’t stop.

Pay Homage:

“You know careers take off, just gotta be patient.” -Kendrick Lamar

Salute: Hands down this is my favorite song on “Damn.” Okay I couldn’t really have a favorite because I love them all, but “Element” is definitely in the top five.

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Peace,

& Thank you so much for reading

Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton

Say: I’m Everything.

I was having a conversation with one of my girlfriends about the nuances, facets, and implications of dating in this era. I cannot seem to get away from these heartfelt conversations, but I’m not mad because they fill be with vigor and vitality. For example, after this conversation with my friend, I was left with the personal affirmation: “I’m Everything.” 

Everything: pronoun| all things; all the things of a group or class  2. the current situation; life in general

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Testimony: 

Recently, I got my feelings hurt behind a male. I was talking to my friend about everything that has happened and what the occurrences imply. Then, she brings up a situation in her life that was very similar to mine. The story is simple. Girl meets boy. Boy and girl flirt around. Girl gets excited. Boy becomes aloof. Girl is confused and hurt. Boy acts like he don’t understand. Girl, finally, let’s go. As we are talking, initially, I was feeling doubtful of my own goodness. I was not believing in the fact I’m great and the undertones in the conversation reflected such. Sure, I was agreeing with the pep talk my friend was giving me about men, but spiritually I did not feel good. I have a tendency to allow the actions and behaviors of those I care about or deemed worthy to determine my feelings about myself. I’m sensitive, and so when people do not treat me according to my own self image, briefly, I allow those actions to determine my self-worth. But, soon she snaps out of the self-doubt trance. As the conversation continues to grow, I was then filled with a large burst of confidence.

The next thing I know, I’m saying phrases like: “He wants me. He may not know he wants me, but he wants a woman like me. I’m nurturing, kind, funny, super intelligent. Free thinking and free-spirited.  I have enough personalities to keep him on his toes. He’ll fall in love with my way with children. I’m sassy. I’m funny. I’m crazy. I’m fun. I’m out-going. I’m loyal. I’m sexy. I’m Everything.” My next statement was: And because I am everything I require all or nothing at all. The affirmation “I’m Everything” was liberating and reassuring at the same, same time.

Break it down, B:

First of all, how often do we hear or see images that suggest Black women are this and that. For instance, “Black women are extra.” “Black women are ghetto” “Black women want too much.” “Black women have an attitude problem.”  “Black women ain’t shit.” “Black women are crazy.” “Black women are promiscuous” Or the contrast. “Black women are sexy.” “Black women are nurturing.” “Black women have healing powers.” “Black women know how to rear children.” “Black women can cook the best.””Black women are tasty.” “Black women hold you down.” “Black women are the leading demographic whom holds college degrees.” “Black women are the shit.” “The Black women is god.” Bitch–the Black woman is everything. She is the best example of complex multiplicity. She is all of the things listed above and a little bit more. She is the most beautiful walking oxymoron you’ll never understand. And for that reason she has every right to be picky. She has every right to want it all because she is exactly that: it all.

Secondly, as I continued to think about my situation, I was led to think: I am pretty much the whole shit. I wrote a poem a very long time ago of which the following words feature: “She’s the muthafuckin one. Not the one for fun, but the one for the long run. So if you ain’t conditioned, get the fuck off the track field/ practice jumping hurdles/ get your heart rate up and yield to get ready for the heaven she brings.” (See OG) After  the “I’m Everything” affirmation, I finally understood what those lines meant. Because I am so great, amazing, and everything, I deserve any man’s best effort  I am golden..oh, so golden…and lightly so. I am the sun that will brighten any one man’s, woman’s, or child’s life. I am so divine, so ethereal, and loving simultaneously. I am wise due to my old spirit, and spontaneous like the youth. I am everything. I carry heaven within my spirit, and with credentials such as those anyone whom does not understand, recognize, or act accordingly needs to get off my track field.

With all that said, sis. You are not extra. You are not too much. You might be crazy, but that sounds like fun. You are beautiful. You are compelling. You are inspiring. You are amazing. You is kind.  You is smart. And you is important. Do not allow someone’s or this jacked up patriarchal society’s failure to see your everything-ness allow you to become filled with doubt or uncertainty.

Say: I’m Everything. 

Pay Homage: 

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended
except by my permission

from Ego Trippin by Nikki Giovanni

Salute: Rest in Peace Aunty Whitney.

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Professionalism: Combating snakes in the grass at work

Last year, I was working in the worst work environment known to man. I am sure of it. I was working with a band of snakes that all seemed to work together to purge out light and selfishly climb the corporate ladder. What made matters worse was this environment was a school of which the aim should have been to teach and enlightened children. To teach and enlighten was my charged, yet the snakes in the grass around me had other plans. Those plans almost wreaked my spiritual peace and faith in education, but God.

snake-noun|a treacherous or deceitful person.

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Testimony:

My face wrinkles at this the thought of this here testimony because it causes me to remember and recall the pain, and confusion I felt in the past. When I graduated from college, I had quickly received what I thought would be my dream job. I was excited. I was excited to finally be able to work with children and put into practice what I had learned in school and during internships. I was especially excited because this particular school allowed me to teach black history in the mist of my English instruction. I was hype. I was excited about building community with my co-workers and explore life as a young adult. I was excited about learning how to navigate in the professional world. I was soon hit with reality. I soon learned the true ways of the world are much more gory than I had anticipated.

Things began peaceful. Yet, as the school year went by I started to notice with my third eye the slick comments from my co-workers. I started to notice non-stop gossip coming from my principal and co-workers. The gossip was about my principal and co-workers. The way these folks talked to and about each other was pretty sad. I easily resigned participation. I simply released myself from the work place gossip. I began to stay to myself which is my normal behavior. I am reclusive. I like to be and work alone.  The snakes did not like that.

As the school year continued, my relationship with students and parents continued to build. My lesson plans and classroom management skills also grew. My principal saw in me a great leader, and soon began to pile on more work. I thought, “I’m a champ. I can handle this.” The snakes did not like it. First, the snakes worked hard to complain about the lack of work and behavior done by another light warrior and my only ally in the land of snakes. She was a minister coincidentally–idk how I keep growing good relationships with ministers, and spiritual practitioners, but I digress. The snakes had started telling my principal, she was rarely around, false truths about what my ally was and was not doing until she finally decided she was being overworked, underpaid, under-appreciated, and now insulted. She quit. I was left alone and became the new target. So the lies about me told to my principal began. I soon became “untrustworthy and mean”, for I chose not to congregate with the gossiping Gabby’s and chatty Patty’s. When I made new allies, the snakes started to lie on them as well. It was sick. I became a threat because I loved myself,  I was good at my job, loved by my students, and for a moment I was respected by my leader. Self-love, light, and good performance, I soon learned, are major threats for people who are unsure of themselves, lack confidence, skill, and ability. So the snakes deceitfully lied and created false stories about my behavior when my principal was not around. Too easily, I quickly planned my escape from the land of the snakes. It’s funny though, I just caught wind that these people still talk negatively about me quite often, and I don’t even work there anymore—my impact must have been greater than I thought, but I digress (again).

Break it down, B:

During that experience, I soon learned that everyone is not your friend. I also felt bad for my co-workers because I knew their treacherous behavior to climb to the top by making others look bad in order to look good to bosses would ultimately result in some real effed up karma. I remember going to my mother’s house many times damn near broken. I told my mother what was going on, and her response was well.. “They talked about Jesus too”. I thought damn, I’m not trying to get crucified out here in these streets”, but in a sense I was. I stood for love, light, truth, justice, and joy, but everyone–even those who look like you will not agree with your values. They will not understand it, so they will feel fearful and threatened by the light inside you of which is unfamiliar to them. Fear causes people to become jealous and envious. Envy leads to horrible actions, and this cycle happens all the time in capitalist-corporate American. When you represent the unknown, you immediately become a target for destruction. But, do not let them bitter folks get you down. Keep your head up high, follow your heart and purpose, be kind unless you are physically threatened, stay away from the gossip, be true to yourself, don’t let toxic people in your space if you can help it, and be honest when the opportunity permits. Unfortunately, snakes are everyone.

How to spot a snake:

  1. If you look fast, and you find them grimacing at something good you’ve done, you know that’s a snake. The eyes tell it all.
  2. Gossip, betrayal, lies…those are good markers for snakes and toxic people.
  3. If they touch your hair, dress, or stockings–this all happened–without permission they are envious–that’s a snake. Handle yourself accordingly.
  4. If they tell you someone was talking negatively about you, that’s a snake,  not your friend, for they were pretty comfortable hearing bad talk about you. More than likely, they cannot stand you either.
  5. I’m sure there are more..comment the clues I missed below.

Facts:

  1. Snakes are everywhere.
  2. It is best not to assimilate to negative behavior.
  3. Always stay true to yourself.

Say: I will stay true.

Pay homage:

“And oh my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it, and hold it up.”

–Baby Suggs (From Toni Morrison’s Beloved)

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light pandemic.

Peace

Dating: Men falling in love with the God in me

About a year ago when I had a consistent suitor—for like three weeks, I wrote a song called “God in Me” It went something like, “I got men falling in love with the God in me, God in me….” The suitor–he was kind, but broken. He was still trying to find his place in the world. He was searching. He was attempting to understand himself better as well as establish his self-love, wealth and finances. Cool. Cool. All good things–the fact he was searching. However, it dawned on me as the courting continued, he was more attracted to the God in me than anything else.

Attract-verb|cause (someone) to have a liking for or interest in something

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Testimony: 

I began to contemplate this old instance after a conversation I had with my best-friend about men. We were having yet another passionate discussion about the nature of dating and loving in this millennial ruled era. I explained, I’ve been in so many situations of which I have been drained of my energy and my light by the person I was with. Many times when the relationships we have previously been in are over we (women) feel drained. We feel like we have nothing left of ourselves. We feel like we are left with pieces we have to put back together on our own.  On the contrary, in this new renewed space, I realized the men I had previously been with as well as the men who seemed to be attracted to me, or us today are basically attracted to our light like moths to a flame.

In the past, I have dealt with many broken men. Men who did not love themselves completely. Men that had low-self esteem so they needed “trophy women,” on their arm to validate their person esteem. They needed me to constantly be in place for meetings, performance, shows, and any occasion of which they would be looked at as, king. On my end, I was drained. The men who approach me now: when we talk, I always feel like I’m providing spiritual guidance and clues to help them search along their journeys. “Niggas” always seem to be looking for a woman with a warm plate, warm home, and warm heart, and fresh band-aids–which is fine–until I realize that I was the source of love, nurturing, and direction for a lot of the men I was dealing with. The context seemed to be the same for my best-friend. Now, one might say, “well that’s what a woman is supposed to be for a man–the purpose, the light, the joy, the spiritual strength.” The comment may be true, yet am I–are we– suppose to be the purpose, the light, the joy, and the spiritual strength for another at the risk of being drained of our own light, good sense, purpose, strength, and joy?

Break it down, B:

If I am allowed to answer the question above, I would say, N-the fuck-O. I am tired of being exhausted of my glow to battle the darkness of another. I am tired of watching my friends fall in love with broken people only to have them tell me later that so-and-so ruined everything in their lives because so-and-so had many issues they were dealing with. Eff all dat sharing my inner sunshine with someone else mess. For one, the world needs to see my light shining so they can be inspired. How we gon’ inspire people with our inner light if we allow non-deserving folks to suck it dim like spiritual vampires. For two, I enjoy being light/lite, it makes me feel like I’m flying, but I digress. But it’s cool–I can be solution-oriented.

I recognize everyone has personal, internal, and/or spiritual battles. That is called life. However, when it comes to sharing my overflowing love with another being in a healthy partnership it is important I share with an equally light fellow. I require a man whom is as spiritually strong and light, as I. It is my theory that if I’m living for God and in divine order and my potential husband is as well, then the universe will bring us together when the time is appropriate without hard work of my own. The broken man, trying find himself, not knowing how to love himself with hella personal issue bullshit is for the birds, but not this Bird. Myself, and many of the super strong women that I have come to know, have been through too much. We have worked too hard pulling ourselves together and reconnecting with the light inside of us to revert back or begin allowing our light to be drained behind mentally and spiritually unhealthy partners. Don’t be the fool girl, don’t let that energy vampire suck you dry. I get it, sis. He’s attracted to the God in you. That’s an honor, but the solution is to send dat nigga to the source, the big G, God, the creator, and continue to grind.

As for for my fellas, it’s okay to honor the Black woman. It is okay to refer to her as a queen and actually treat her with respect. Its okay to use kind words to communicate. It is okay to see her as a light, after all she is a representative of God, for she holds the universe in her womb. She is the closest thing to God on earth, so it is okay to be faithful and honest. It okay to be vulnerable and share you inner thoughts and feelings with her. It is okay to enjoy her love, kindness, healing properties. It is not okay to insult her with disrespect and misconduct. It is not okay to drain her by being selfish and unfaithful. It is not okay to dump all of your insecurities, hurts and pains onto her, or transfer them by making her feel insecure, hurt, and pain. It is not okay to use her as an escape from your troubles. I suggest you work within yourself and find the light of God within. You may not have a womb–we all can’t be so lucky–nonetheless God lives in you as well. Seek the light within, so you can give her the love she deserves and receive the love you deserve in return.

Facts:

  1. Beware: men and women can fall in love with the God in you.
  2. Everyone needs their own relationship with God in order to partake in healthy relationships.
  3. The Black woman is not God; she is God’s assigned representative. Treat her accordingly, or bad karma will Bankhead Bounce all over your life. Just ask Mister.

Say: I am light.

Pay homage:

“Keep all you have of queenliness” -Gwendolyn Bennett

Salute:

 

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light pandemic.

Peace.

After Ascension Series: Not Needing the Opinions of others

How often do you not wear something, or not do something that makes you feel good because you are concerned with the opinions of others? When was the last time you made a decision for yourself concerned with the “two cents” of another being? When was the last time you, for any reason, you concerned yourself with the opinion of others? I am not sure what your answer might be, but I can assure you the day I stop caring about others people’s opinions, I became liberated. Let me explain.

opinion-noun| a view or judgment formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge.

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Testimony:

So first and foremost we live in a super judgmental world co-starring whispers and side eye glances from on-lookers. I used to feel the need often to do, say, and even wear certain things to please others or relax the thoughts of my community. Living this way was detrimental to my soul. I would not only consider the thoughts of strangers, but I often times concerned myself with the thoughts of family and friends close to me. What would so-and-so think if I wore this? Oh God, people will whisper about this pimple on my face. And my personal favorite, these folks are not going to like what I might say. All of these thoughts eventually led to my social anxiety and awkwardness. I cannot exactly remember when the switch happened, or what led to my change in outlook, but one day I woke up and I no longer gave af about the opinions of others and began to live my life for me.

Break it down, B:

Now that I think about it, I stopped concerning myself with the opinions of others when I big chopped my way into my natural hair journey. My family ironically were my biggest critics. The same people I loved had interesting views on natural hair. I understood. Black people have been programmed not to love, but to change their natural selves for so long. We began to detest the very same characteristics that make us, us. No matter. I knew I was doing the right thing, and although I struggled with self-esteem throughout the process, I was catapulted into a deeper love for myself. I learned then, most people would not understand. No matter, I have to be a trailblazing, life-loving somebody regardless. I opted to stop caring about other peoples opinions–especially because I could not reverse my haircut. Two years later, my baby sister decided to go natural. Three years later my mother made the same decision.

First of all, I have found that people who have the time to talk about you are doing nothing with their lives. Think about it. People who are doing shit rarely have the time to talk shit about another human being. These people are also bitter and probably do not love themselves, so its easy to judge others to appease their own uncertainty. This category of people have opinions that do not matter at all. Secondly, you my dear have one life to live, and you deserve to live it according to what brings joy to your heart. You have your own definition of love and laughter that many may not subscribe to, and that is okay. DO you boo-boo. It is very much okay to be an outcast. After all, outcasts make for great leaders. Leadership requires you follow your own heart, and you will be surprised when you outlandish ways begin to set trends. Free yourself from the shackles of other peoples opinions, so you can soar.

With all that said, do what makes you happy. This life is your life–and well you deserve to live it the best way you see fit. Take risks if it pleases you. Switch up your hair every week if it pleases you. Love how you want to love. Just remember, your purpose and your values, and you my dear cannot go wrong.

Pay homage: 

Be nobody’s darling;
Be an outcast
Take the contradictions
of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm

-From “Be nobody’s Darling” a poem written by Alice Walker

Say: I love me regardless.

Salute: I was feeling both this week.

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light Pandemic.

Peace,

Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton

Ladies, these men are not ready yet, but it will be okay.

Greetings all. The post I originally planned was not agreeing with my spirit this week, but this topic is. So, my best friend calls last night, and says, among other things: “the reality is, at our age, right now, these niggas not ready.” My response is, “nope, not at all.” So, in this post I’ll explore various theories and the resolve that came from this conversation.

ready: adjective|in a suitable state for an activity, action, or situation; fully prepared.

Testimony:

So, my best friend calls me up and the first thing she says is this: “Society got these niggas spoiled. They can get pussy any and every where. The young ones can get it easy. The old ones can get it, if they have money. There’s no end. So, as a woman, you have to decide whether you are willing to stay around and wait, go through the motions, until he is ready. Or decide to live your life, travel, and enjoy yourself but risk waiting until you’re 35 for them to get ready.” I responded, “well, (insert best-friends name here) we did the “work with them thing” that got us nowhere. Also, if we wait for them to become ready, who says they’ll want us?” She goes: “facts.”

The conversation hit me like a sack of nickels…who carries sacks of nickels though? But, I digress. So this week I’ve actually been reflecting on my own “relationship” situation, or lack thereof. I’ve been thinking about the men I know. I’ve been thinking about the one that I am interest in, the men I knew in the past, and the men I curve. I’ve found in my analysis that most of them are building their own empires. I like bosses. I can’t help it, I have it honest. My father’s a boss, and my grandfather is a boss, so in rightful fashion, those are the men I’m attracted too. Nonetheless, these men are not ready to commit to serious relationships, or are not interested in relationships at all. I get it. I’m building myself. Nonetheless, this lone ranger life, does get lonely. No matter, because the loneliness, or fleshly desires do not change the fact they are not ready.

Quite frankly, I am not ready for a serious relationship either. Serious relationships should lead to serious commitments like marriage. I for one am not ready to get married. One, I want to be able to do a split on my husband’s penis. I’m not that limber yet. I want to be able to twerk in longevity. I’m still running out of breathe too soon. I want to be able to cook a variety of tasty vegan dishes. I’m still on the vegetable stir fry. I want to be able to bake from scratch for my babies. I’m still using Betty Crocker brownie mix fake-baking in secret. More importantly, I’m still laying the foundation for my own empire and dreams. I have to remind myself a meaningful partnership is only a piece of my dreams. It is not the entire vision. If I continue to only worry myself with that one wall, I will lose focus on the other components of my empire, and nothing will be built.

Break it down, B: 

The moral of the story is this:

Live your life boo-boo. These mens aren’t ready, and if your a dream chaser chick like I like em, you may not be either. And that’s all okay. Who likes a half baked cake. Nobody. It’s still watery and gooey (at least I think so, I still don’t know how to bake from scratch). The point is, good things take a while to manifest. A good healthy partnership will be worth the wait. Plus, I’ve consulted some of my older married associates, and they say, they wish they had taken more time to build on their own before they got married. I was told the single life will go by very quickly and I should enjoy every moment of it while I can. And that is exactly want I plan to do. You should too.

I had a real moment with God about an hour ago. I walked in my apartment looked around, rubbed my freshly cleaned carpet, sat on my couch, looked at the books and flowers on my coffee table. Then, God whispered: you have everything you need. You are in a good place. Those words put a whole smile on my face. Immediately I began the process of appreciating my current position in this world, and became content. Faith is a journey. Loving yourself is a process. However, being grateful for who you are, where you are, and what you have can be as easy as breathing in the scent of the flowers resting on your coffee table.

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Salute:

“I am surged upon and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again.” – Zora Neale Hurston

Say: I love where I am.

Salute:

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light pandemic.

Peace

Bird Nefertiti

After Ascension Series: I know it sucks, but we can’t be petty.

I’ve noticed after I’ve evolved or grown further into my relationship with God that I cannot do the same things I used to do. The major act I had to let go of was…and it still hurts… was being petty. Yes, yes, yes. It seems after making the decision to live my life according to divine purpose, with ambitions of pleasing God, and allowing only cleansed karma to follow, that I had to let my Petty Patty behaviors go. It’s a sad truth, but it’s worth it.

petty-adjective| of little importance, trivial

Testimony:

Boy, boy, boy. Back in my day I used to be able to run with the best of them. I used to be able to make sly comments about folks under my breath. I used to be mean and extremely cynical toward people. I used to be able to talk the best shit about folks I did not think looked or acted appropriately. I used to be bad. Oh, my. I used to go to the mall, sit at the food court, just to talk about people. My miserable ass did not have anything better to do back then. Moreover, if I did not like someone for whatever reason, I used to be able to be real slick with my nice-nasty comments and fallacious kindness mannerism. I was a whole mess.

On the contrary, recently, I’ve noticed I cannot do those things anymore. I cannot be petty not only because my conscious won’t allow it, but neither will the universe, for when I do revert back to my petty ways, I am quickly met with cosmic redirection. For example, over the summer, I was serving at my part time job. I cannot remember the specific details, but I was serving a family and they were getting on my nerves. I remember walking into the kitchen talking all the shit about errbody at the table out of anger and annoyance. I opted to be petty and mean instead of continuing to love and treat them with kindness and respect through my positivity beat. Nah. Not this time, my nerves were urked. So, I’m in the back kitchen and in no time, as I am talking this trash, next to the trash, I go to wash my hands, and I cannot name how, but the water seemed to splash all over my face. The next statement to come to my mind and through my mouth was: that’s karma for being nasty. Oh yes, the smallest amount of pettiness will be met with some chin checkin’.

Recently, I had another moment where I was being “nice-nasty,” I was being nice to someone, truly with intent to be petty. We don’t talk normally, so my overtly nice attitude at the moment was surely put forth out of residual pettiness. I’m in the teachers lounge, being nice-nasty, and the moment the moment was over, I turned to open my lunch box and all my pineapples fell out and pineapple juice spilled on me. I was real hurt because I wanted those pineapples. Anyway, the next statement that hit my spirit was: that was karma for being petty.

What startles me is the fact, I had been able to be petty in the past, but it seems the more I grow in my relationship with God, the more I learn to love myself, the deeper I go on my spiritual journey, the less I am allowed to be mean, petty, and nice-nasty. No matter the matter, I think I’m okay with the change.

Break it down, B:

I realize now that because of spirital ascension, if you will, and closeness with the creator, those of us who chose to live a disciplined, disciple-like life, are expected to operate at a higher standard. Our chakra’s are aligned now. We are more aware of the power of the universe, so our awareness requires more positive emission on our behalf. And it seems by experience that in the event we fall short of the positivity we are responsible for, correction via karma meets us sooner. It is a major responsibility, and we’re human, so learning to live in this manner is a process. Nonetheless, the reward from this positivity practice is great. After living and operating under this standard, I found that protection from harmful things are more abundant. Blessings and opportunities are more abundant. Prayers get answered sooner. Revelations and directions are given almost all the time. Peace is within me, more often than it is not. And life seems more beautiful this way. I find that I rather not be petty, mean, and nice-nasty after all because it was too much work for me, and I’m tired of the universe spilling things on me to redirect my behavior.  Really though, the reward is worth giving up that old, negative part of myself.

Facts:

  1. Strong spiritual warriors are held at a higher standard.
  2. Correction will not hesitate.
  3. Blessings are the cosmic reward for positive behavior.

Pay Homage:

“Treat others the way you want to be treated.” -The Golden Rule

Salute:

 

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light pandemic.

Peace,

Bird Nefertiti

 

 

 

Keeping your head above water..

But seriously, I don’t know how I’m managing. 2017 started off great. I was up to date on all of my school assignments. I had scheduled posts prepped. I was working out regularly. My lesson plans were always done and ready to be submitted. I had a comfortable grasp on life. Then WHOOSH, a big ass tide took over, and I found myself just trying to stay a float. I’ve just been trying to keep my head above water and maintain air in the mist of the high tide that attempted to consume me. Yet, I found, when I stayed focused on my purpose, my why, and most importantly on God, the tide became neutralized.

Tide– noun|the alternate rising and falling of the sea, usually twice in each lunar day at a particular place, due to the attraction of the moon and sun.

Testimony:

First of all, life is very unpredictable. We all know. One cannot simply plan events and occurrences and truly expect everything to go according to plan. Facts. Facts. Facts. On the contrary, this dream building season,  most of us are in, requires much focus, less sleep, more time, less distraction, and a lot of work. If you’re like me, you probably have a day job, and work diligently to nurture your dreams at night. For most artists this concept is normal. Nonetheless, wearing so many hats and having so many responsibilities can become overwhelming. The past few week has been just that for myself…overwhelming as fuck.

Normally, I like to stay ahead on things. I like to be like J.Cole: “Even when I rhyme about the future, I be reminising.”And for the most part that is true because my forward thinking skills are incomparable, but I digress. Conversely, these past few weeks have been a lot, and I’m not even sure I know what tipped the scale. I had to get to a point where I just took things step by step and day by day, but even that course of action seemed like a lot. I kept thinking: “damn, I’m just trying to keep my head above water.” At this point, I just wanted to stay afloat and not drown in my dreams. Then, the story of Peter popped in my head.

Break it down, B:

So this guy, Peter, one of Jesus’s gang members attempted to walk on water when he saw Jesus standing in the lake, right. Right. So Peter’s like dang, if it’s really Jesus out there skating on the water I should be able to go with him, and Jesus said, “Well come on den.” Then, the wind started blowing hard, and I we can infer, hide tides began to rise. Naturally, Peter becomes afraid, and calls on God to save him. So, Jesus reached out his hand , and got his ass. But, the whole time Peter is focusing on God, and the next thing he knows, he is walking on water. (Matthew 14: 22-33) When this story popped in my  mind, I thought well there it is. I need to say focused on God. Within this focus, my purpose and my motivation for doing the work I do presides.

With all that said, yes, life can get overwhelming. The tide does get high. We get behind. We lose focus. We become distracted. Our fleshy needs sometimes attempt to take over. The spirit of procrastination attempts to sneak in to chew up our dreams and spit out the bones like it never lived. Our emotions can get outstanding. And, well, shit happens. Nonetheless, if we keep our focus on God and our eyes on the prize, 1. God, the spirit that lives within us, will provide us with the strength and support necessary to continue our walk on water, and 2. we will soon forget we were ever afraid or nearly under water. So, keep your head up and your eyes particularly to the sky, and you’ll find yourself floating easily along.

Pay Homage:

It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under.

-Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

Say: Just breathe.

Salute: Ain’t we lucky we got em..

Be light. Work your talents. Together we can spark a light Pandemic.

Peace,

Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton