It Was Written...

Questions & Revelations

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Precious One,

You’re still on site. You’re still living amongst the wreckage of the plane crash. You thought there were no survivors because you looked up and saw that you were alone. The man who was on board with you got out using his parachute LONG before the plane even took that nosedive. The very same parachute he told you about before you even boarded the flight….that night. The very same night your Spirit beckoned you to grab your parachute too and RUN OFF on foot…but you went AGAINST that instinct.

Therefore you betrayed yourself.

Therefore you broke your own Heart.

Therefore you caused your own death.

Or at least, it WOULD’VE been your death if it wasn’t for the intervening of the Ancestors.

The plane did plummet from the sky…..the plane did break apart and explode on impact, but you somehow survived. Badly burned, badly scarred, barely breathing but you were alive all the same. The Ancestors protected you, yes. but not from EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING. There WAS pain that needed to be felt, you were knocked unconscious, but you LIVED.

So why are you still living here amongst the wreckage? Are you hoping that he will one day come looking for you? Are you hoping to ride away together by sea instead? I’m telling you something…but it’s nothing you don’t already know: He’s not coming. Nobody is coming. He’s already on the other side of the world. He took another flight out with another and touched down into his new reality of completion and fulfillment.

What about you now?

Your body has healed almost completely at this point, you appear to be totally functional but you’re still somehow living amongst the wreckage. I’m calling this to your attention because you go through your everyday life….just “fine.”

You booked and took another flight with someone new. You’re currently under a bit of turbulence but the ride has been overall beautiful so far.

But everywhere you look every now and then, you see HIM…at least, someone who REMINDS you of him.

And in an instant you’re transported right back to the scene of the plane crash. It happens so easily, so quickly. TOO EASILY. TOO QUICKLY. That’s means you’re still THERE. Precious One, WHY are you still rolling and tumbling and thrashing around in the debris of the crash of that pilot-less plane?

That loveless flight?

That delusional trip?

Why, my Firefly, are you still here?

Ⓒ 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

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After Hours..., Poetry

No Rules

Pain isolates

and tears melt away

 

all the things you were told

all the rules of life and living

of fillings and feelings.

 

The only thing that matters

as you cry throughout the night

 

is to know the one kindred spirit

that remains

with the coming of dawn.

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights and reserved.

After Hours..., Poetry

Dualance

It’s the love, the honesty, the tenderness…

It’s the heartache, the betrayal, the emptiness

It’s the fact that these all reside in the same space

The same space

Light and Dark

Inside of me

With me in the middle.

 

There could never be hate despite my pain

And all I know is that love remains

But now I’m searching the horizon

Seeking the morning Sun

Looking for my brighter, better days

I just want to forget this one…

Night.

 

Through the night, sleep eludes me

Through the darkness, I sigh

I call out to my Spirit Guides

And I feel the warm presence of holy reassurance

Bright, swirling lights

Pretty colors

Liquid smoke and

Eternal protection….

 

Then morning comes…

Then morning comes…

Then morning comes,

The mourning’s done

The tears are dried

I’ve found my pride.

 

The day’s begun

I kiss the Sun

Because it

kissed

me

first

through

my

win-

dow…

pane/pain.

 

And I know

The love is real

This is the way I should feel,

My Inner Light responds

SOUL to SOL

I get to work

I get to play

I think of him

but I’m still on my way

 

I can’t stop for no one

I can’t afford to slow down

I’ve got work to do…

I can’t give up now…

 

Because it’s the love, the honesty, the tenderness…

It’s the heartache, the betrayal, the emptiness

It’s the fact that these all reside in the same space

The same space

Light and Dark

Inside of me

With me in the middle.

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WARRIOR of LIGHT

New Music!

I just HAVE to share this song with you! I found about this amazing artist, Azizaa the other day when one of my Facebook friends shared this article from the FADER. Check it out…and AWAKEN. Click the picture to read her latest interview!

AZIZAA

Here’s her song which I am HOOKED on called “Black Magic Woman,” in which Azizaa brazenly proclaims her African roots, knowing EXACTLY who and what she is, and she DENOUNCES and SPITS UPON the evils of what Christianity (and ALL religions not African-based) have done to us all WORLDWIDE. She offers the words and images which should stir something up deep inside and help us all to AWAKEN and RETURN to who and what WE ARE as an African people. ENJOY!