Let The Muse Go

I have been bothered a lot these past days – how do I let her out of my life? Of course, there are so many processes to this, but as an artist, it can be tough to let go of that perfect vision of an image and just accept that the art is ugly. I’d like to explain this in a particularly interesting way. If anyone has read about King David (I’d call him “King D” here), you’d be cognisance of his first wife Michal. So the story goes that Saul (Michal’s father) asked David to bring 100 Philistines foreskin as the bride price; the young chap brought back 200 foreskins and married the lady. She was his first muse in this ”Judaic- Christian- Islam” story.

Down into the future, he wanted her to come with him when her father sent assassins to kill him. Of course, the story goes that she decided to stay back to ensure his safety, but the deeper truth was that she didn’t want to be a fugitive. How was “King D” going to provide for her in the wilderness? She was comfortable with the palace life, full of luxury and food that she found it hard to leave her comfort zone; even though she loved him (the writers of the books claimed that she did). She gets married off to someone else when “King D” was in exile.

Saul is dead, “King D”  is crowned king of all Israel and he knew that claiming her would further “legalise” his claim to the throne; hence he gets her back from her husband. Funny enough, Michal didn’t refuse to come back as his wife. From a writer’s point of view, I would say that she stayed true to her nature, that selfish “I only care about the palace life and the luxury” spirit and who can blame “King D”  for claiming her, she was his first wife.

But after messing around with him when he showed his muscles in front of the people (the ark had been brought back to Jerusalem after all), his love for her reduced drastically. She wasn’t worth the effort. Down the line, she is called barren (the only recorded woman in the Bible). “King D” could have prayed to YHWH on her behalf, but he didn’t.

Change of flow.

If anyone is familiar with the book and movie “The Great Gatsby”, you would find the similarity between “King D” and Jay Gatsby and Milcah and Daisy Fay Buchanan.  It is the same story line if you think about it and deep down in most of our relationships we find characters like this. There’s always that one lady or guy who seems to be worth your time, but deep down they are one narcissistic soul caring only for their selves and their wants.

What happens to some of us? We decide to keep trying; we try to salvage the relationship in hopes that our efforts would save her/him and our concept of that perfect art. Yet I tell you, it is okay to accept that the art is ugly and leave him/her barren before your “love” gets your murdered like it did to Jay Gatsby. Trust me, I’m an advocate for that “heavy love”, that deep bond that we all desire, but at what point does it become self-destructive?

For some of us, it is easy to show love to that broken soul and try to help but at what point should the mark be drawn? I know that in the religious circles, this kind of love is usually stressed upon – Oh! God so loved the world that he sent Jesus to die for the forsaken and the helpless; he gave it his all and took our pain upon himself and what not.  Oh! What a deep love, and the constant message is that we should all be like him in this regard. Well, I’m here to tell you to get the FUCK AWAY FROM THAT WATERED DOWN MESSAGE.

Yes, elements of that gospel are correct, yet the true advocates of love know that only those that choose to accept his love are the ones that Jesus will embrace; the rest will wallow and perish in their mud. So yes, I’m an advocate of that “I’ll kill myself for my lover“ kind of love, but my sacrifice would be useless if they don’t accept the love that I give. As artists, we do fall in love with our muses, but there are times when we have to drop the pen or the painting brush or the guitar and move on to another piece of art.

Of course, I’m up for the wild and the interesting (take it from a Sagittarian) but there comes a time when some art has to be discarded. There comes a time when one has to choose a safer option for his heart than a wild one. So today, I choose to drop all those Michal/Daisy stereotypes and focus on the art that will accept my love.


Take Me To A Place Without No Name

Michael Jackson’s A place without no name keeps playing in my head.

I recently went to a place I call “A place called Nowhere”; at least that’s what I’ve been telling my friends. Days before leaving to said place, I’d felt in my consciousness that I’d come back not giving a fuck about a lot of things. I mean, I’ve been called crazy or schizophrenic because of the things I see and say and these comments sometimes got to me. Prrf! I let it get to me because I always listened to people’s opinion of who I was or was supposed to be. Anyway, I returned from “A place called Nowhere” crazier than they’d expected, lol, crazier than I’d expected.


Out of the box
Out of the box = unlimited possibilities.

What have I realised? Not everyone is ready for what I have to say. I’ll still speak the messages I get – you’d never know what the seed of words would do right? – but at the end of the day, there are certain people that fucks should not be given to. We know that the cultural conditioning is strong in our generation such that the people who think outside of the box are termed crazy but that is okay. Since my return, little fucks have been given and I think I’m getting to that point where no fucks would be given at all.

And on that day, no fucks would be given. 


These days, I’ve been trying to speak to people in the language that they understand, and even though I see the folly of where they are at, I’ll still try to make them see and understand the higher light. I do not speak from a place of pride or condescension because I know that I’m not there yet (fully enlightened and there are others at higher planes than where I  am at; I also know and understand how it feels to strongly hold on to core beliefs and ideologies (Yes! The struggle is real bruh!), modern psychologist call it cognitive dissonance, I call us conditioned/brainwashed zombies.

Cause cognitive dissonance is the thriller?

Haha, just kidding, but on a serious note, on this path, you’d have to be called crazy. People have to look at you as an oddity cause you’re different from them, especially when you’re teaching them about the things they do not understand; so instead of worrying about what they think, get your walking shoes on and walk the path. Keep learning new shit and help the selected few that the universe brings your way. Talk about love, peace and helping the earth; talk about Africa (Haha, aren’t we all Africans?) and the Gods, help the brotherhood.

Hell yeaah!!!

I mean fucking walk the path, cause when you are awakened, you should not desire to go back to sleep. You can try to sleep and if you do succeed, well, you’ve lost something that only a few of us have. And the truth is we do need a lot of people with the – wait for it – “awakened love consciousness”. The earth needs more people with this fire; destruction hovers in the air and the love disciples or followers (irrespective of our differences) are going to be the only survivor. Align to the highest calling that can be given to men – be a love practitioner.


The International Herb


Some days ago, I was on a ride with a friend of mine and the talk led us to discuss Lord Shiva. I was a little stunned when this young kid said that Shiva was the “buzz lord” – relating to marijuana and psychedelics. Of course he had a point but that was all Shiva was to him and I was pretty sure that his age mates reasoned like he did. What stunned me more was that even when I tried to reason it out with him that Lord Shiva was more than that, he held on to the opinion of the “buzz lord”.

If there is an Indian trinity, Lord Shiva is said to be the third person in the trinity. He plays the role of the destroyer and annihilator of evil, but to most people, Shiva is more than that too. To most people, he plays the two roles of Brahma and Vishnu and he is considered as the Supreme Being – boundless and all powerful. This branch of worship is called Shaivism and in the nation of India, there have been (seen and unseen) clashes between the worshippers of the Supreme Shiva and the Supreme Vishnu. Brahma is still worshipped but he is mostly disregarded.

Why is Lord Shiva the buzz lord? Why is he tied to the herb? Well, his worshippers have a day dedicated to him and on this day, it is legal to smoke marijuana across India (its not like the kids don’t smoke it on other days but there is a nationwide permission on “Shivaratri”). The Lord is considered as the bringer of illumination and knowledge, his matted hair representing the sacred Ganges and his calm lotus position is a representation of the calm mystic. All of this attachment to wisdom further plays a role in connecting Lord Shiva to marijuana.

“The herb” as it is popularly called by the Rastafarians is said to bring calmness of mind, wisdom and enlightenment, this group prefers smoking the herb to taking alcohol and they often quote this: “Herb is for the healing of the nation and alcohol is for the destruction”. This healing of the mind is tied to Lord Shiva as his worshippers usually chant “OM NAMAH SHIVAYA” which in the exoteric form means “I bow to Shiva” but in the esoteric form is connected to the healing of the chakras and the killing of one’s ego.

The herb is said to bring enlightenment and Lord Shiva being the Supreme Being is tied to the plant. He is the Lord of that “plant of wisdom”. If a comparative mythologist was reading this, he would connect the plant to the Garden of Eden and Shiva would the serpent that deceived Eve. There is more to the story of Eden that we have been let on. But that is a talk for another day. The herb has been said to help people on their spiritual path and opened up new worlds of consciousness to them, this is a fact that many have argued for and against, but one thing I have learnt from many teachers and sages is that you can actually get to the point of enlightenment without using the herb and other psychedelics. And if our excuse for using is that it helps with our depression, there are lots of methods and practices that can be used to rid that sickness. Have you tried meditating and praying? Group therapy? A walk in nature? Talking to an elderly person about it?

In conclusion, if we were to be frank about the use of marijuana, we would positively tie it to beneficial purposes, but humans are addicts and marijuana is become one of the many objects of people’s addiction. Is the excuse that Lord Shiva is the “buzz lord” going to keep you constantly intoxicated and useless to your world? Pardon me if you’re a sadhu, you’re so excused to follow the path of a monk, but if that’s not your path to follow stop using Lord Shiva’s plant as an excuse to be unproductive; it is so “uncool”. Truthfully, I think the benefits of marijuana outweighs the dangers of paranoia, schizophrenia, laziness that most people talk about but for how long would we use it to hide our flaws? How long would Lord Shiva be called the buzz lord and not recognized as the destroyer of ego and master of the universe?

Subliminal Story

And the kingdom of heaven is likened to this story:

A powerful empath predicts the destruction of a foreign land. He goes up and meets the king of the land and advises them to prepare for war. But the king’s head was in the clouds; you see the king understood the language of the stars and the stars had predicted that it was a period of peace and abundance. Because of the persistence of this empath, the king threw him into a dungeon located in a desert.

Shortly after his imprisonment, the kingdom went under siege and famine plagued the country. There was lack even in the king’s court. But the empath and the other prisoners didn’t suffer from this evil. Day and night, the vultures brought food and fed them. Water came from the ground and there was no lack in the dungeon.

News of this “miracle” slowly spread throughout the country and in no time, everyone desired to visit and stay in the dungeon. The people soon desired to crown this empath as king but he refused and “magically” disappeared. His compensation was that even though a lot of people had to die cause of the dreamy king’s mistake, a remnant had been saved.

EHYAH says that “my people have ignored my warnings and my supposed “slackness” will result into their suffering. But I’m not always a God of destruction, in the most inauspicious places a remnant shall be preserved”.


My Name is John Doe And I’m An Alcoholic.

wine-meme-350x350The kingdom of heaven is likened to this story:

A dying monarch blessed one of his sons and spoke these words to him: “…your eyes shall be dark from wine and you shall be king”. Generations after this pronouncement was made, a man was born into this bloodline. Oh! What a wine lover he was. Even though it had been written in their books that it wasn’t for kings to take wine, lest he forgets the law and perverts the right of the afflicted yet this man found it easy to drink and dabble in the misery of the drunks.

The lawmakers couldn’t deal with this “messed up” king. He had broken their law and mingled with commoners. His friends were the sinners and the afflicted, the misjudged and the forsaken. They rejected him as king and was exiled; he left gladly. They had forgotten that it was also written in their books that the gentle drunk was coming back as an aggressive warrior; his eyes would still be red but not from wine.  They seemed to have forgotten that he was just fulfilling the monarch’s blessing. In his “drunkenness” he was uplifting the cause of the weak and downtrodden.This begs the question. Were the lawmakers so blind that they were trying to remove the twig in his eyes when they hadn’t removed the log in theirs?

EHYAH says that I hear you giving excuses to reject my messengers, yet the pregnant woman is justified by her protruding belly. If their actions are contradictory to MY REALITY, I’ll deal with them myself. Judge them only when you see things as I do.

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And the kingdom of heaven is likened to this story:

The prince of the land was the most beautiful man in the kingdom. He had passed the age of betrothal and the royal house wanted to pick a bride for him. He told his father that he wasn’t going to marry from the royal house; he wanted a parade of all the eligible women in the kingdom. His bride would be chosen from among them.

News spread across the kingdom and her outskirts and soon the palace was crowded. Every day, beautiful women adorned in the best jewellery and attire flooded the palace but the prince didn’t show up to the courts. It was said that the prince was educated in the mysteries of the stars and had locked himself in a chamber vowing not to come out until the day his bride walked into the palace. Many years passed and more women came from different nations to seek him, but he stayed in his chamber.

One day the sun didn’t rise in the sky. The prince stepped into the courts and scanned the women present. There were lots of beautiful faces, figures and bosoms to choose from. Suddenly, his gaze followed one damsel entering the courts; she had come for a job in the palace. She had no makeup on nor was her gown flamboyant, yet it wasn’t her clothes or her figure that called his attention to her. From across the hall, he could see her aura reach and call out to him. In her eyes, he could see her nakedness. That was the fire that he had seen in the stars; he ran quickly towards her and kissed her. As soon as he had done that, the sun rose and reached its peak. She was chosen as his bride.

EHYAH says that I see all things and I can tell your deepest secrets, yet I see you come before me with beautiful clothes hoping to deceive me. Strip off your garment of falsehood and come before me for healing but you refused. My eye has darted across the heavens and kingdoms and I have selected the downtrodden and helpless ones in your place.

Are You Casting Lots?


Some days ago, a friend asked me which side of the war I belonged to. I hope this answers the question:

I see the hidden things
My views extends from the microcosm to the macrocosm
My affinity to sophia attracts all to me
This affiliation to the unknown drives everyone else crazy
(They say) stop messing around and find solid ground
You’ve gotta belong somewhere

I belong to EHYAH’s side
EHYAH is for everyone
I’m tapping into his reality like a tree tapping into the core of the earth
What you see is my trunk reaching the length and breadth of the macrocosm
(But) you haven’t seen where my roots have reached

Seeing all sides makes you friend to all
(But) it is not always a good place to be
It is easy to become dishonest if you haven’t pledged allegiance to THE ONE
(I’ll) bring many into THE ONE and it becomes a monogamy
Different paths into THE ONE, thus uniting their differences
No question of loyalty

Which side do I belong?
Only the highest source knows
The all-encompassing membrane that hold us all together
That ethereal essence that fills all things and is no different from his creation
So which side does He belong to?
If you have figured out where He belongs, then you have figured out where I belong.

(Drops mic)