Water is memory, it is reconciliation and peace.
it is also the most abundant resource on this earth and without water a number of things, including our bodies, would not be able to survive.
Sacred vessels we be and the waters outside of us are a constant reminder of the water within and our belonging to the Earth, which we were birthed from.
Watas ability to hold memory is vast. The technology of a river is different than the technology of the ocean is different than the technology of the puddle that formed when the rain fell from the c(loud).
The Dagara people of Burkina Faso teach us that fire was the first element that touched down when the Earth was created, water was second, followed by earth, mineral, and finally nature.
Fire represents masculinity, its modalities and celestial bodies, while water represents femininity and its modalities and celestial bodies.
All of the elements are needed for harmony in community, but what happens when a community chooses to focus on one element only and the most dangerous of them all, fire?
colonial wildfire
consume
or
die
both Sonya Massey and Victoria Lee, sacred women killed while carrying water.
sacred because they had never been allowed to know the depth of their gifts and instead their bodies and minds labeled by a system of fire that would have them disposed of immediately, lest they slow the flow of colonial wildfire.
The west is on fire and the deepest portions of the flame sit in the divided states of America. We are literally and figuratively on fire.
The patrix and imperial core burns as only a dying star could, uncontrollably, and quickly, towards its own demise. A hollow star, with the empty soul that will never come clean. a greed that can never be satiated.
The lineage of man and the masculine cannot evolve because they have forgotten water and its memory.
They have forgotten that life can only be sustained by a womb. The same wombs that now sit at the bottom of the ocean, the same wombs now thriving(fragilely) that stole African milk from Black breasts to birth a s(hells) of a nation.
A fire nation. A nation that burns all in its path and never stops to look back at its own path of destruction. And without water we quickly forget the path forged by fire only.
What is there to remember when you must consume your next bit of earth or face death?
A nation that sees sacred women holding water and meets them with fire. Burned at the stake, tea parties, lynched and burned, bombingham, napalm burn, teargas burn, burn, burn, burn.
After water comes earth, the promise of birth, our corporeal bodies. the fruit birthed from fertile (see)d.
Both Sonya and Victoria though born here they still resided in the womb, for there was no community to set the gift of them free. Fire was called on sacred water and evaporated steam is all that remains. their souls having left this place for waters where they will be held because we could not.
No water in which to simply just be. No wading in the water because this fire escaped baptism and now walks the land, consuming all that is in its path, a colonial wildfire that will require more sacred water as sacrifice to feed its empty ho(u)le (hole + soul).
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