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As it is, pieces of the brick are falling from the walls. So, I made brick dust and applied an ochre to the floor. I do a great deal of practice in what most would consider dark art or voodoo as this is African Spirituality and those are my ancestors, as well.
I am unclear as to whether my father is cracking the bricks or if this is guidance from my most present great aunt, Keziah, who is African and has been with me since I was a child (she was brought here on a slave ship which was also owned by my family). She shown me most of the rituals concerning brick dust and such. ❤️
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A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
~Maya Angelou
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