True Story: Two weeks ago while shuffling my tarot deck a card jumped out. I disregarded it, put it back in the deck and reshuffled. Cut the deck 4 times, restacked and reshuffled. Repeat. Began spreading the cards to start my reading, listening with my inner ear for the indication of where to begin. Turned over the first card: Same card as the one that jumped out before- a Trump Card. DIVINATION always puts me in awe. The accuracy is astounding. It's the same when I read for other people. The cards tell it like it was, is and could be- as if the person's GAURDIAN ANGEL (or DEMON) is in the room orchestrating the reading. I dont know how it works. Alls I know is that it does. And that if Im being transparent and honest with myself, I get better CLARITY about my situation. (Whether I like it or nah.)

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I woke-up resolved to be Anti today. I reached for one of my favorite long, kaleidoscope black slim-fitting Gypsy skirts and my black, cotton stretchy long-sleeve blouse. Black on Black. Sexy, yet rebellious. Fuck St. Valentines. And fuck the Catholic church too. Dont pardon my french.

As I pulled my Ombre grey, waist-long Havana-twists into a high bun I began thinking about how I could access today's energy. If I went with my Anti attitude I would block the flow of flirtatious desire my co-workers would be oozing throughout the day in anticipation of their evening plans. If I held strong with my black-on-black theme then I would be rejecting the subtle energies being displayed as affection and love. And that wasnt my intentions. My issues are with St. Valentine's and the commodification of today. Not so much the sentimentality. I embrace love- in all its forms. And I most certainly want to yoke myself to the happy feelings in the air.

So I modifed my attitude. I changed clothes. I switched out my black blouse for a red one. Added a pair of lace-up wedge heels. A thick black leather braided belt to accentuate my small waistline and compliment my curvy silhouette. Metallic hoop earrings. A delicate necklace. Welcomed the likeness of the daughter of Venus. And just like that my mood was altered.

Bring on the escapades of Valentine's Day.

Bring on the dark chocolate and rose-scented candles. Bring on the pleasures of the night. Pleasures... Valentine's Day is less about Love and more about pleasure and desire. Tis the season. The Earth is warming and in a few days her beasts will begin to find their mates. Valentine's Day is a day of atonement.. Or attuning. The emphasis on the color red speaks to our 'Roots'- our primal instincts. Red blood. Red lipstick- shades of pink. Flesh tones of sexual organs- hers & his. Colors of nakedness. Reminding us- We should be lusting... Sexing and procreating. Yum.

And just as I want to harness the energy being emitted into the ethers via emotional and financial currency, soaking up the attraction and magnetism- redirecting it to fuel my own passions- the Catholic Church has also been siphoning off our lusts. Has been for centuries. Holy High Priests created Valentine's Day by merging the martyred (pedophile) idol, Saint Valentine of Rome with the mythology of the Roman fertility God, Cupid. Its no coincidence the set date is February 14. (See above Divination.) Fast-forward several hundred years of cyclical sanctioned observances to the present day. Now commercial industry is voluntarily brought into our bedrooms and backseats with their candy, their flowers, their greeting cards, their expensive dinner dates, their ribbed condoms... lol.

Thus here I am. Slightly aroused by today's promise of passionate sensory stimulation. People watching... Camouflaged in the colors of the day and open to receive.

Bring it on.

Are there any other categories between the polarities Predators and Pray? Let's ask Nature... There's Scavengers perhaps? Anything else? Of course I misspelled "prey" because what are the odds of Prey & Pray not being interchangable? I doubt these words have drastically different meanings? Nah, I call a Spell. Hidden meanings. Again, the jokes are on us- those with eyes that cant see. If you knew what I knew about the historical origins of our post-modern religious practices then the answer is clear:
To pray is to pray the Predators of this world dont make us their prey. In God we pray for protection from the Predators that have rendered us prey, Sheep. Pray is the passive form of prey... Okay, I took poetic liscence with the passive form statement, lol. What I mean is to pray is to make oneself prey because it means to surrender a portion of power at the threat of a Predator... to pray for help. And so I ask, When do we become Predators? Or remember our predatory instincts?

"No church in the wild." Hip-Hop has been dropping hints. And we love it when they boast and brag about their predatory precision- we exercise to it, twerk team bounce to it. Then we pray to be delivered from the heartless subjects of it. Its madness. Perhaps we can have it both ways, but has it been sustainable? Nah.

The whole of society have been/are being consistently and systematically domesticated. And for generations we've been conditioned as such. Women laboring for the well-being of our families within our homes are even labeld domestics- which is not a complimentary term. Wild animals are domesticated- transformed from predators into prey... beasts of burden that 'pray' for protection. Cows, goats, broken horses... flightless hens at the mercy of the wolves in the woods.

We turn our noses up at the unpolished Predators, those in the Streets - we say we will pray for them. Oblivious of Priests, Orders, Authorities, Principalities and trained Predators that make & enforce the realities in which we operate. We complain and call names, suck our teeth and pray. Or we resolve to become predators of our own. We turn against those closest to us. Sharpening our teeth to prey on our neighbors and community members- at worse we hustle them out of a couple thousand dollars. And because we are lone wolves and not a strategically united pack of lions... hell hyenas... we still remain prey to those more organized and unburdened by the taste of the innocent's blood.

​This post was inspired by a comment Sis made to a Netflix show about kidnappers. She said it would be good to watch as a tool into the mind of a predator. Which made me wonder who amoung us has retained our sense of smell? As humans we are at the top of the food chain. Thus by nature we are the ultimate, intelligent predators right? And if we are by nature but will no longer access these inheirant abilities, then what has changed? Why did we stop training our children to trust their instincts? And when did we stop eating our steaks medium-rare? Lol. Im just saying.

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