IN NATURAL HAIR are stories

Madagascar woman

"The conqueror, I say, is always afraid of whom he conquered, and the conquered holds terror of the conqueror within his body, his body of thought and his Being. When the conquered is wed to, or mates with the conqueror the child has the spirit of the conquered and the conqueror. That conflict of emotions and beliefs becomes either angst to the soul or sources of power.”

There is a lot of pain on both sides. Dorothy Height said it all when she said these words at Mrs. King's funeral. "The Black Man needs the White man to help him with his fear and the White Man needs the Black Man to help him with his guilt!" ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 8.20.13

Raquel Welch

Certain truths

"Truth teaches understanding, freedom develops will, experience confers resourcefulness, independence inspires self-confidence. Thereby success becomes certain."

—Aleister Crowleyhttp://www.thelemaquotes.com/



Sacred Tattoo



Sacred Feminine says...

"The Earth is not a prison, but a Temple where the sacrament of Life may be enacted; the body is not corrupt, but a pulsing and thriving vessel for the expression of Energy; sex is not sinful, but a mysterious conduit of pleasure and power as well as an lmage of the ecstatic nature of all Experience."

—IAO131
http://www.iao131.com/

 

A Fantasy, a Story

Lace Petite

"Mirror mirror on the wall whose the fairest of them all? "

Erica Jong said, "Women are the only exploited group in history idealized into powerlessness". How much of that evolved in each culture through and from creation stories, and the myths predatory men needed their communities to belief after misdeeds? ~ Gregory E. Woods, 1.16.14

Erica Jong 

Erica Jong said: 

Erica Jong posters   

BODY of ART

Warning - Extremely Hot Girls, Guns & Body Art

Twyla D'Vine by Eric Ahrens - Photographer (2014) body art

"As a body of art is a better way of seeing tattooed bodies. Expression is sought by both the living and the dead. One form of existence is as important as another. One form of expression is as important as another to speak for the life needing to tell a story of substance about themselves, who they are, what they perceive and understand. To believe in the permanence of tattoos is the illusion of form. Art changes as well as our bodies changes. When a person ages their form will change and their tattoos take on new life. At this point in time seeing requires other story-songs to become a new form of artistry, or way of expression. This is how the body of art is the art of the body and the soul." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 7.9.13

tattooed body of a Maori woman blowing a conch shell by Ngaronoa Taki

tattooed Maori woman by Ngaronoa Taki

tattooed Maori woman by Ngaronoa Taki

"Today there is a sense of self-indulgence that engages the ancient art of body tattoos with its contrasts, and lines of definition that creates friction between the depths of ancient symbolism, and immature cries for recognition and validation outside of the structure of initiation. One of the modern approaches to spirituality, to the spiritual core of Earth wisdom is an accumulation of wreckage unable to put itself together to become someone whole! The angst of alienation has long been a part of the hip expression of restless children who became beatniks, and hippies, and revolutionaries, junkies, Gothic chicks, pin up girls with angry glints in their eyes, and men tight with grim realities they come from and cannot help but recreate for others that became popular during the 20th century to the present.

How our children evolve into their sacred, and necessary initiations, and arise into the higher realms of being conscious and a part of the Circles that govern the mysterious outside of the pain of Western angst, and indulgence is yet to be seen en masse. We  hold out hope that the arrogance of assumption is seen in its skeleton form and the culture births more people who will be receptive to the teachings of the Old Ones, the Elders Who Know, and in time become whole." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 7.9.13




body art on an Asian woman's body



tattoo of body ugly

TO LIGHT



Jenny Arzola, Cuban model June 4, 2013

"What clarity brings to light upon the face." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 2.6.14



 

Hug a tree Hold onto a Creator

Gisele Bündchen embracing a tree

Forests are vital to life on Earth. They purify the air we breathe, filter the water we drink, offer a home to much of the world’s diverse array of plants and animals. And even doing all those things and much more for us, it is being destroyed at a rate of 48 football fields per minute. Awareness is the first step to really making a change.

 

I support #HUGATREE #lovenature @world_wildlife http://...glo.bo/1H7E649 -

Gisele Bündchen

 

 

a family deep in South American jungle

 

Rolling a blunt

The Sexy Dimes and Faces of F.B

March 16, 2013

Mother of God. Do we dare say such a thing aloud, to ourselves, or repeat it to God, the God of Israel? Is it important to unlearn to learn to see the Goddess within each woman. No matter how dim the light, the revelation She, the Goddess, is there peering back through a woman's denial, a man's refusal to acknowledge her, and a system of belief poised to disbelieve such a notion. Do we say, "Mother of God" as a blessing, an announcement, or an affirmation when we look deep into the life and the essence of any woman? This series of questions are dynamic. They belong in the corners, and corridors of one's spirituality.

Yesterday, a long time ago, I was on a night patrol in a dangerous part of Maryland during the dangerous times of the drug wars of the 1980's when the lone person outside, a woman sitting upon a fence, reached for my gun when I passed her. My man walking close behind me was quicker. He slugged her with an enormous force of anger, and energy backwards and over the fence. She hit the ground so hard it made a dull thud, and the high she was on broke into terror. We must have looked like monsters they way we leaped the fence in unison in our dark uniforms that night ready to beat her senseless for her infraction.

"Please. Please. Mad Dog. Please. Don't hurt me! Please!" she cried out to me.

Her eyes rolled and shifted in terror. Her hands trembled, and my rage subsided into the internal conflict that held sway over my reaction time. It has always been forbidden for me to hit a woman, but that decision could have cost me my life. What saved her from the beating due her was the spiritual inkling I harbored, and it informed me of the sanctity of life and death, and tempered the killer within me.

Believe it or not the questions of femininity and the Goddess permeated my thoughts in those dark times of service to the communities I patrolled. How does the Goddess serve in your life? How does the Goddess surface in your consciousness? Where is she in the system of belief that services you? She is powerful in her presence, and her ability to live anywhere without validation. She even lives in our disbelief as well.

- Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 7.2.13