Showing posts with label Persia Pele. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Persia Pele. Show all posts

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Walking in the Shadow of One's Own Death


Paris Hilton walking towards her car.



Jahi McMath, a 13-year-old girl, had surgery to remove her tonsils, adenoids, and extra sinus issues. The surgery was recommended by doctors to treat pediatric obstructive sleep apnea – a condition that caused her to stop breathing in her sleep which led to other medical problems.

According to Jahi’s uncle, she was worried about not waking up after the surgery. She later dismissed her worries and had the surgery. While in the intensive care unit, something went terribly wrong. She was bleeding profusely. Because of her profuse bleeding, Jahi went into cardiac arrest and was later declared brain dead. Now, the child's worse fears occurred. Suspended above and around her body initially had to be disorientating and frightening when she realized she could not re-enter her body the way she had numerous times while her body slept. Beyond that is speculation. Children's innocence and newness to life and living life on the terrestrial plane affords them courtesies an adult would not get after dying. What they are I cannot remember.


Deciding someone's death will change the core of your existence. I have had the option to take life from people in the past, and I have had to decide the how of someone's continuation upon the Earth, our Mother. The most difficult was having the power to make the decision over my own mother's life in her last days. It is a serious subject subjecting the simple minded approach to life to a veil of the mysterious dark of the light of life as we know life to be. . . - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 1.07.14


Persia Pele walking in the parking lot. 




Thursday, December 13, 2012

spirit to flesh to spirit

exquisite beauty of Persia Pele 3
"The essence of a person doesn't always look like the physical body. It is in the shape of who we are. Our other bodies are colored by our truths, and our stories color our bodies." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 8.27.12

'The breath of Life, which we all carry, conceivably looks like this.'
Gregory E. Woods

Monday, December 19, 2011

WOMEN teaching men

Tori Black's beautiful legs

FAMOUS LEGS:

http://www.aeolia.net/legs/legsgal.htm 



perfectly formed woman in bathroom taking her picture tells a story of undevelopment she may not be able to see or discern.

" One of the issues with the "men reflect what their womb teach" is that the society is so hyper-masculinized. That has caused women to suppress a great deal of innate feminine nature in an attempt to be valued. It usually happens so subconsciously that we don't realize it, which makes it harder to correct. That's how you get so many men who continue to suppress their own femininity & the outward mirror of that principal (actual women), even though they "adore" their mothers. Because their mothers in fact suppressed so much of their own femininity that they couldn't teach their sons to behave differently." - Michelle Lynn Harvey

Persia Pele entering restroom


 

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

PREREQUISITE FOR MARRIAGE: introspection

“I am a single dad with a three year old son by a woman I love very much and desire to marry. She is a very strong and accomplished woman, who believes that I am not ready for marriage. I will admit that I am living at home with my mother and my job situation is not as secure as hers. How do I bring myself to a place of readiness?” - anon.


My first question: Why does she think you are not ready for marriage?


Persia Pele & her man

I have five questions: Are you judging yourself? Is living with your mother wrong, or shameful? Is your job not measuring up to a standard? What could the standard be? Are you in a job that is connecting you to your purpose?


My other questions stem from my recollections of the process I took to become a married man. Outside of the fear your woman will leave you why should you get married? What is your definition of marriage, and manhood? Merging. Do you understand the concept, and the practice in relationship to marriage? What do you understand about ceremony, and the history of your family’s stories of marriage?

Your mother-son relationship tells many stories. Does your woman scorn you, or the relationship with your mother? Technology has changed marriage, and the definition of marriage. Where do you stand in the midst of these changes? Are you rigid holding fast to ideologies better suited for times past, or are you weighing the issues raised for and against marriage? Are you engaged in the dialogues shifting around accepted stories, and beliefs about women, marriage, and childrearing honestly, or as a man fixated on dominance in marriage, and childrearing?

There are many questions to be faced and answered. The basic and simplest questions boil everything down to this: “everything boils down to a question of life and death.” What will you put on your altar to face with truth, your truth? These are fundamental questions you should answer outside of the clichéd beliefs common to man-talk, and religious-speak. These are my words. I am Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

lovers by Madeline Bernadette Scot


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

black spider woman


This is captivating. I was attracted to Black Spider women, a few, in my time. The appeal defied logic. It was elemental. It lived somewhere in the curiosity, my inability to resist the probe into my unknowns, my fears. It took a lot to unlearn it. But the love I learned to develop and the power I learned to harness and use for good strengthened me. ~ Dawn Wolf
 




From within my cocoon I hear them screaming,
Agony shared of the doom that is coming.


She moves in silence to her latest prey,
Spinning her web of deceit for her hunger.
Artistic and precise in each movement she makes.
Her salvia is dripping in anticipation of your flesh.


A diamond on her belly in shades of bloody red.
Without her insects would soon rule this world.
She mates you for her pleasure and her children,
With no emotion she kills you, but you’re smiling.


The screaming echo’s as a warning to others,
But they never listen and so it becomes their fate.


Her deadly poison is her weapon of choice,
Paralyzing to her dinner that is still wiggling.
She has a cousin wearing a orange diamond,
Not quite as deadly, but just as hungary as she.


I watch her game of life as your life disappears.
Fascinated with her designs and quiet moments.
Appearing slow but able to move at great speeds.
She’s a furry-legged demon that I just deplore!

Ma'at (aka: M. Mundy-Woods)








 
Persia Pele

Friday, October 23, 2009

classic Indian beauty of Persia Pele

"Beauty is an inescapable part of living. Its pure form breaks down into divisible points of contact with our higher and lower senses, and our mature or immature understanding of Self. Where Beauty stands depends upon our relationships with the Mother Source: our Earth, the Sacred Feminine and the Sacred Masculine in ourselves, and the glow, almost imperceptibly, smiling at the daunting magnificence of our admiration of it: Beauty.


We learn how to position our lives into place positioned for its gifts, and wonder. Beauty changes form like the mythological creatures of dreams, and old stories of fairies, and little people invisible to practical minds. It is a safe place being beautiful, and in possession of knowledge of magic, and the science of intellectual achievement. Beauty of form creates a mind artists need to carry visions from one dimension to another dimension. Beauty is she and he like Obatala androgynous, and conscious of its various patterns weaving in and out of what we know, see, relate to and fathom.

Such is Beauty as she talks to me.” - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories, 2009