By: Witch Endora
I was Talkin to a sister. She so sweet. I have a heart for women who been through. Always have. She was in foster care. Her family let her be there. No one stepped up for her. So, she is used to being on her own. And not really having people. My dance teacher, tells me yesterday "i been praying and asking the Angels to send me a woman. Someone who I could talk to and share with and learn from. Not too aggressive but just pushy enough. And here comes you." I laughed. Both of these women, recovering and healing. Sisters at arms. Remember the Infrastructure of Sistarhood.
I'm thankful. Meeting more sisters who are beside me and Ahead of me. And healing the sisters who are behind me. So they can stand beside me and get ahead. We who have experienced the Holy Death, and resurrected? We need one another. We truly do.
By: Witch Endora
Rape is devastating. But it is especially HARD on the Oracles and Seers. We beat ourselves to a pulp asking "why didn't I see this?" And then, we remember the signs. And we beat our pulpy selves to liquid asking "why didn't I pay attention to the signs?" And then, the sisterhood drinks the liquid we become. Because, it was some woman who told you to DISTRUST your intuition and gift, that got you there.
This is always the case. Every single time. So you learn, the fraudulent BYTCHES who call themselves Oracles, want we True Oracles and Seers DEAD! So you fight your ass off to get back up. To heal, to restore, and to be whole. You refuse to die.
You remember that You are The Phoenix.
This is why we have to be hidden. And careful. Black women hate us and want us dead. So they can appoint themselves to OUR anointed Positions. For what? For false praise and accolades. But I didn't die. And now? As Harriet Tubmans Daughter, I go back to free my sisters wrongly enslaved via the politics of penetration. Via sisterhood betrayals that are as Ancient as the Sun, moon and stars.