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IJELE ANIGA

The Infinite Journey Of The Cosmic Turtle.

IJELE (IJITE ELE / Infinite Path) Is The Name Of The Biggest Masquerade In Africa.

Turtles Are Actually The Oldest Or One Of The Oldest Reptiles On Earth. The Turtle Is The Oldest Igbo Totem. Original People On Earth, Such As West Africans And Southern Africans Respect The Turtle. There Are So Many Igbo Cosmology And Folktales About Turtles And Tortoise. Igbo Cosmology Credits Wisdom And Knowledge To The Turtle. Our Ancestors Believe That The Turtle Is The Most Intelligent On Earth. And Just For The Records, Our Ancestors Also Believe That The Turtle (ANIGA) Is The Ancestor Of The Tortoise (MBE). Thus MBE Is Also Called NWA_ANIGA (The Child Of ANIGA). The Turtle Is ANIGA, Which Is Most Likely The Root Word For Naga Or Niger. A Neolithic Name For Those Of The Cosmos. Divine Beings On Earth, Which Was Corrupted As N I G G E R, By The 1600s Human Traffickers. Thus, The Name NIGERIA Or NIGER (NIGER AREA) Is Most Likely A Corruption Of BE_ANIGA / NGWURU_ANIGA. The Source Of The Cosmic Turtle. The Term NIGER/NAGA Could Also Be Deriven From NNE_AGWU.

The Ijele Masquerade Is Originally A Manifestation Of AGWU, Which Is All The Things That Came After The Universe Was Created. This Is Why AGWU Is Androgynous Because It Is A Manifestation Of The ALL In Physical Form. The Ijele Masquerade Is Also A Representation Of The Cosmic Womb (AKWU). Not To Be Confused With AGWU. AGWU Is Not AKWU. AKWU Is The Womb Of AKWALI OMUMU / ODA OMUMU.. That Is The Womb Of NNECHUKWU - The Universal Mother. And Her Journey Is Called IJE-ELE.(Infinite Movement). The Reason Why IGBO People Are The Only People That Own This Kind Of Masquerade In Africa Is Because AFA Enlightens Us That Our Mother Is The Mother Of The Entire Universe. Thus Everything In The Universe Has AGWU. The Back Of The Turtle Is Esoterically AKWALI OMUMU, And Everything Else Lives Ontop Of It As ENU_ANA. AKWALI OMUMU Is The Mound That Rose From The Ocean Planet, Becoming IME AFO ANA / IME OGODO KOMOSU.

So, Flat Earthers, Don't Get It Twisted. Our Mother's Womb Is Not Flat, It Is A Mound. The Earth Is Not Flat. The Earth Is A Womb (AFO). A Womb Is Not Flat. Discussion For Another Time.

IJELE ANIGA Means The Infinite Journey Of The Cosmic Turtle. Igbo Spiritual And Cosmology Arts By SIRIUSUGOART

[marq-de-laf]

Hey! I was wondering if there was any documentation about how Lafayette reacted to Washington's death? I imagine that he would have been devastated, but I've read three books on him, and there's been nothing. Not even a "Lafayette was sad" haha. Thanks!

Nony–you’ve hit the nail on the head. There’s nothing. I’ve scoured the Library of Congress. I’ve checked the Bibliothèque nationale de France’s website to see if a Lafayette collection was accessible online. I’ve poured through his letters, letters about him, his friend’s letters. To my knowledge, Lafayette–and everyone else, it seems–never wrote down his reaction to the news. 

The most plausible explanation? Washington died in December, 1799. Lafayette spent the better part of November sneaking back into France after his imprisonment and was only allowed back by the skin of his teeth and Napoleon’s good graces. Lafayette’s correspondence disappeared almost entirely during this time…probably due to Napoleon. Lafayette was considered by the Emperor to be a political threat. I can imagine that a constant stream of letters from the former marquis would have made Napoleon’s hackles raise.

The only clue we have that Lafayette ever offered any condolences is a letter from Martha Washington to Lafayette that wasn’t discovered until 1956. A trunk full of Lafayette’s papers was discovered in the tower of his Chateau La Grange and one of those was a thank-you from Mrs. Washington regarding a letter Lafayette had written her after the passing of her husband.

Mount Vernon October 31st 1800

Dear Sir

It was not until very lately that your sympathetic and affectionate letter of the 18th of febary reached my hands - The feeling manner in which you have expressed your sense of the loss which I have sustained demands my greatful acknowledgement. The tribute of respectful veneration which has been every where paid to the memory of my dear deceased Husband, and the tender sympathy which my friends have expressed for the irreparable loss, excites my warmest sensibility, – But my consolation arises only from that source of infinite wisdom and good help which alone can mitigate our grief and lessen the poignancy of the keenest affliction – To his will do I resign my self for the few remaining days of my life -

Knowing the strong ties by which you were bound to my departed Friend I can readily conceive of your feeling upon hearing of his decease, and I am sure it was not among the least of the manifold afflictions which you have of late years undergone.

To the amiable partner of your heart and the rest of your deserving family I pray you to have my sincear and greatful thanks for their tender sympathy; and be isured that you have my ernest prayers that your and their future years may be freed from that cloud of suffering in which you have been so long involved -, and that every blessing which heaven has in store for the virtuous may be showered upon you,- should you or they visit this country - I need not say how happy I should be to see you under my roof - and it will always afford me the highest satisfaction to hear of your welfare

The kind letter from your son came in closed in yours, for which I pray you to return him my best thanks and issure him that his friends hear hold him in affectionate rememberance and sincerely wish that his career in life may be glorious and happy - with esteem and regard

Im dear sir your friend and obedient (?) servant.

Martha Washington

This suggests two things. First, that Lafayette probably expressed his feelings on the matter in this lost letter. Second…that new discoveries are made every day. There are probably more little treasures like the La Grange find to be found. Keep digging!

[vjwildlife]

Ceremony

Ceremony...this is my heart. What the best of western wisdom, knowledge, and religion could not facilitate for me, millions of years of tradition through ceremony found a way into my soul. I am eternally grateful to the ones who have gone before me who carried their ceremony and kept it alive. Through ceremony, I have connected to a language beyond words and ideas. We live in a world of symbols. Even our words are a representation of a feeling or experience that we are trying to express with language. There is nothing literal about this life, and ceremony gives us the "language" to access this timeless living part of ourselves. I understand that ceremony connects us to a power higher or greater than ourselves by connecting us to ourselves. My favorite quote is one that I understood after many long and painful ceremonies..."the only way out is in". In a sweat lodge or fire walk or medicine ceremony where the level of fear and dicomfort is profound and intense and overwhelming, the only place to go is inside. It has taken deep pain for me to turn inwards, as I am a stubborn, foolish, and proud woman. Nevertheless, a way has been provided for me to go inwards, after all attempts at external control and/or manipulation have failed. Each time I am finally able to make my way inside and move beyond the limitations of my ego, the experience is the same. I am in the presence of God, and the love and peace that are available to me are infinite. All of my fears and worries are gone, and I am connected to an intelligence and an understanding so deep and so infinite that there are no words left to be spoken. All I can do is be, and it is enough, and I am happy and at one with myself and with all of creation. The word sacred means to make whole. The sacredness of life is that there is one spirit in all things, and as we do to anything or anyone, we truly do to our own selves. Ceremony acts out some act of creation. A birthday party is a ceremony, commercialized for sure, but a celebration of the arrival of another source of light into this world. In the ceremonies that I have studied in and prayed in, I have seen how we form a circle, which is a represenation of the world and all people in it. We identify the directions ....above, below, east, west, north, south,...all holding us in this place in space and time. We indentify our relationship to all of life...to the mother...the earth...to the father...the sky and air...to the animals, the trees, the bugs, the fish, the water. All of these manifestations are energies. We study the different energies in this world and we are actually studying ourselves. We learn how to work with energy through the physical, but more importantly, we connect to our prayers..our intentions. We study the way that we walk in the ceremony..how we are in relationship to the fire, to the people, to the air, to the earth, to the water. I cannot tell you how many ceremonies I have been in where as soon as the pail of water is brought into the lodge, at least 80% of the people begin to vomit. What is water? What does it represent in this physical world. It is the mother..it is the unconscious. It is what we cannot control. There is too much to say to actually cover this in an essay. It is really a book. Ceremony builds a container for us to recieve. That kind of sums it up for me. We acknowledge our relationship to all of life, and being tapped into that infinite source of energy, we develop the discipline(disciple) to focus our mind onto what we want to create. You must be able to focus your attention on something long enough to understand something, let alone actually learn how to work with that consciousness to create consciously. That is the point of school, I think. Ideally anyways. Placebo..is it less real if it was our minds that created the healing or the change? What if that is all that we are ever really doing? If you truly believe it, you can achieve it. Is this not how Christ walked on water and raised the dead? He knew where He came from and who He was. He was tapped into the Source...God..His highest self....and knew that through this perfect wisdom,through this relationship, all things are possible. Where does the power really dwell, inside of us or outside of us? I can only tap into the Source through my own self. It is all inside of me. This is where the micro and macro begins and ends for all of us. I understand that all there is is relationship. As we navigate our relationships with the father, with the mother, with the brothers and sisters, with the elders and the youngers, with the above and the below, etc...we are navigating our own self. There is only our own self to be in relationship with, and all those people in our lives facilitate different experiences of ourselves. We discover different parts of ourselves through different people. Our attachment to our parents is so profound because this is how we came to know ourselves. When they express things that facilitate our experience of ourselves as other than great, we want them to change or we think we have to make them go away or else keep subordinating to the role of parent in order to stay in relationship with them. Truly, we are simply struggling to find our own authority rather than asking them to legitimize us or our choices. This is really more Carl Jung than it is ceremony, but it is related in the sense that it is all about relationship. I should probably stop now, but I want to say one more thing about this. Bear with me. There are those who believe that God fractured Himself/Herself into a billion little pieces as a way to know Itself. When there was only Itself, it was, for lack of a better word, "alone". In order to experience Itself as Itself, it became infinite forms of life, and the ego accepts that it is other than God, and is seperate, and this creates a free floating anxiety that seeks to control as a way to pacify itself. The realization that we are all truly one organism, that we are all one cell in the Body of Christ, is the way back to wholeness. This is what I see religion has attempted to do..to instill the value of compassion, generosity, being kind. Where it has fallen short is that it has become an institution that competes for its own existence, and is no longer in service to the people but needs people to be in service to itself. This creates a competative dynamic where in order to belong, you must abandon your own authority in order to not be percieved as a threat to the institution. If you do not do this, you are removed or kicked out, or ostracized. The purpose of a tribe is to survive. It is not intended to support the growth of the individual. Hence, so many families torn apart because there was not room for individual thought, expression, experience, etc. So many individuals devastated by the judgment and rejection that they experience at the hands of "Gods chosen people". I guess we all have our own way of understanding things, and of learning as well. Im just thankful that there is a way for me.

[agnaeoh]

if you wrote a billion words on every atom in the universe it would still not describe even 1% of God, but you think a few thousand words is all of God? im wasting my time. i should've know there would be only atheists and devil worshippers on this site. i hope not many people see your blog, we have enough Evil in the world without you creating more of it.

Of course creation displays who God is! And yes! We only see a speck of who the infinite God is... But creation isn't authority. Neither are our church leaders or theology books. Some of them contain great insight! And yes, God has shown Himself though creation and has written the knowledge of His existence on our hearts. But again, that's not authority.When I say I hold to scripture alone as my authority, what I mean is that it's how I judge everything else around it, not that's it's the only source of God or wisdom. The Bible isn't the extent of the knowledge of God, but it is what we have been given by him and it is the ruler by which we measure all else.If you came to me and told me that God had revealed something to you, the first thing I would do is take that revelation back to scripture. If they clashed, I would instantly dismiss what you said and know that it was not from God. Because the Bible is the authority, not revelations and feelings. The Bible is completely true, completely authoritative, and completely sufficient for the people of God.I'm sorry that me holding to God's Word alone makes you angry. The Bible says that scripture is enough for us to be "thoroughly furnished for all good works". But the Bible also says that carnal men hate the things of God because they love their sin.

[daydreamingnightdrinking]

The Sea of Ice

Caspar David Friedrich, 1823 – 24.

Do you recall the split second between the moment when you slightly loosened your grip on that fragile object and the silence before the break?

Starting from that specific brief wave of of time, an overwhelming sense of emotion swallows all of us up, from dread to exasperation to anger or even to sorrow.

Then,

there

it was,

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…the shatter.

The swift and crisp cracking sound echoed throughout the vacuum you were at, and after that instant, you were left with nothing else but the broken pieces to pick up.

No matter who we are, what we identify with and how we were brought up (till this day), we are all broken one way or another. We trot along the the paths that were paved and given to us in life while occasionally finding ourselves muddled within sticky situations or crossroads that force us to make a choice that we don’t necessarily want to make.

It was said that without pain, there will be no gain, and that experience is the mother of wisdom.

We used to run with such carelessness that evolves into treading with carefulness, because of our unique wears and tears. The temporary wounds, that may or may not leave permanent scars, serve as our individual warning signs to protect and prevent ourselves from alarming situations. Sometimes we become too overprotective of ourselves to the extent that it may be sabotaging anything genuine and organic to develop. Life is pretty fucking difficult.

We’re shattered and hurt.

Sometimes we tend to lose a little part of ourselves that we cannot ever retrieve back from these fractures, just like the microscopic parts of the broken pieces of glass and ceramic wares that we’ve (accidentally? or perhaps, in a spur and flash of rage, incidentally? – definitely not judging here, despite never doing so) smashed. We only realize what was lost at that time when we tend to step on the shards that we’ve neglected to sweep up. After all, it is so, so hard to pick up all of the bits amidst all the pain. Occasionally, there’s a blunt bittersweet sensation that comes with it. Introspection and perhaps some objectivity accompany this feeling as we teleport back to the past and reach out and hang by some lingering, specific memories.

I’m imperfect.

I’m aware of my imperfection, and yet I still claw onto the notion that maybe, if I were to try hard enough, and be good enough, I’d reach perfection.

“(In) sufficient”.

“(In) adequate”.

“(Im) perfect”.

I consistently wager all of me on unfeasible bets. I strive to be the brand new, or if not, at the bare minimum, the pristine and mint condition.

It seems absolutely ridiculous to settle for less.

That way, perhaps the people who have left, or whom I have left, would have wanted to stay, or would have let me wanted to stay. I, or maybe we, wouldn’t lose and experience agony…so to say.

I break and it seems like a part of my heart gets cut and stabs every single time someone leaves. As we mutually, or forcefully drift, it feels as if that person managed to hollow out a chunk of me. My facade, however, will always look complete.

In plain sight, it seems absolutely ridiculous to aim for something that is nonexistent. It just took (more than some) time for me to notice that. I still tumble, then trip and fall back to the infinite prison of perfection frequently. It’s quite simple to self-loathe and to convince myself that I’m nothing more than a broken record of fuck ups. A little too easy, perhaps.

Usually after these tough farewells, I try, and oh, I really do try, to maintain and sustain myself. Ultimately, all I manage to do is to crash, burn, and fall apart. I’ve placed more effort than I’d like to admit into keep up and remain identical, yet always somehow end up to obliterate.

It’s impossible to persist in the same form in the face of destruction, so all we can ever do in the face of ruin is to realize that we will never, ever be the same as before.

Kintsugi © tsugi.de

I’ve always been fascinated with art, but as we all live, learn, and branch out, I managed to stumble upon a type of traditional Japanese art called kintsugi (金継ぎ), also known as kintsukuori (金繕い). Obviously, I can’t type Japanese, so I’m relying on Wikipedia, an article on Lifegate (always cross check your sources), as well as copy and paste over here.

Kin translates to “golden”, and tsugi to “repair”. So kintsugi here is the art of repairing broken pottery with materials such as liquid gold, liquid silver, or even lacquer dusted with powdered gold.

Pretty neat, huh?

I’ve done some digging and found out that kintsugi is also tied to wabi-sabi, which is a Japanese philosophy that essentially (in a nutshell) embraces imperfection and celebrates the beauty of it.

Wabi translates to roughly “simplicity”, and sabi to “beauty of age and wear”, and if you want to read more about it, refer to this page.

Needless to say, I am in utter love with the serenity and simplicity that kintsugi and wabi-sabi embodies already, despite the rudimentary knowledge I have for them.

It brings me an inexplicable sense of tranquility as I look at the works of kintsugi. Is it a bit presumptuous to compare each and every single one of us as some sort of kintsugi? We are all work in progress.

It’s impossible to keep ourselves whole and unscathed from all of the experiences and memories that we went, are, and will go through in our entire lifetime.

So here I am, telling you that it is okay – in fact, more than okay to allow complete obliteration. It could be the end of any of anything that holds dear for you. It could be an organic or inorganic destruction, really, whatever floats your boat.

There comes a time where we will stand still, observe, obsessively ponder, and be afraid to take a step. No one wants to deconstruct what he / she has built just to scrutinize every part to precisely see what and where it all went wrong. No one wants to figure out which part was fucked up. You see, to open and touch that part is to inflict pain on oneself. It’s not the typical, passive criticism that one casts onto him / herself of how worthless he / she is. It’s recognizing what part or what belief and value that he / she has that led to the final demise.

We all mess up one way or another. A lot of us don’t even have a heart of gold. We dive into actions that will stir up future regrets, and we swim within the depths of remorse fabricated by our own memories.

It’s okay.

It’s the cliched saying that it’s the matter of time. It’s always with the assistance impartial time. What we all deemed impossible to do eventually gets done.

The biggest remnants get picked up and pieced together first. Those are your core values and beliefs, and incredulous or not, you as a being that remained mostly or partially intact despite the harsh collapse. The salvageable smaller bits are the relationships and differences that you tinker and adjust to after the breakage. Those take some more time to connect back together after the damage.

The parts that you can trace and piece back together are important, but we tend to forget tiny pieces that we sweep and throw away. Those are the outlines of our individual works of kintsugi.

Allow yourself to recollect the people, experiences, heartbreaks and aches that broke – or is currently breaking you.

Without them, you are devoid of the golden silhouettes that fix you back into one whole (and perhaps a little more resilient) piece again.

There is no end without a beginning; there is no growth without pain.

No more harboring ill-will and keeping counts of the past, for darling, these old and new repairs are what truly makes you stand out.

I’m able to see the imperfection in others and distribute a part of me, and a part of my love to them. It has and never will be because of some savior complex. I’ve recognized my incapability to fully save myself, let alone anyone else.

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I truly believe that the most breathtaking parts are your unique golden mends.

Don’t ever intentionally hide your flaws and fractures, because there are people out there who will love you irregardless.

Those are the ones to keep, as they are gold. Just like your individual cracks.

And yes, the dear past and present beings who were / are involved in my life – you’ve all made some sort of fissure, some sort of impact. Some positive, and some negative. Some of you shattered and broke me into multiple, miniature pieces. It took more time than I’m willing to admit to pick myself back up. In fact, I’m in the process of doing so now…yet again. Ironically, you have probably forgotten about me already, but that’s okay as well.

However, I still think of you as golden.

You will always be golden.

And I? I will not always be broken: thank you for the cracks and the lessons.

Obliteration as a Last Resort (and how this is completely, or even more than okay). The Sea of Ice Caspar David Friedrich, 1823 - 24. Do you recall the split second between the moment when you slightly loosened your grip on that fragile object and the silence before the break?