The Stars and the Blackness Between Them

by Junauda Petrus

you are a wild nurturing. You are a complicated specialness. You are ancestral perseverance and sacred erotic,”

“Life is strange, and it will break you to help you heal ancient wounds,

And from then on, love was all we knew how to do.

To the constellations of ancestors in our bones. Thank you.

Incarceration is a sustained, lifetime lynching, meant to discard your soul and make a shell of you in plain life. Make you into your monster self, the beast that comes out when you are forced to survive in the absence of love and safety. Never mind that most of us come broken and traumatized, we still are no longer worth our own humanity. We are a criminal. We need punishment and to be rehabilitated. We need shame and exclusion. We are not worthy of control of our own lives; we are hopeless and evil. We are not individuals or of a womb or a family. We are not absent from anywhere else; because we are here, we simply non-exist. The world is better without us. In this society we are taught our crimes are the summations of our lives and define the limits of our possibility. Our only potential is to harm and destroy. But I was a boy once. And to be honest, I can’t help but hold and carry him inside of me. Most of us in here is holding and carrying a scared and lonely little child in us. How could we not? I write this story for the little Afua in me that needs to know he is okay and worthy of life, even if my whole existence is a reminder that my breath will one day be taken away at a predetermined time by an executioner, whose house I live in. I protect that young boy’s soul by reminding him he is infinite, like the stars and the blackness between them.

Remember you are a sacred being of love, no matter the darkness of an earthly life. Remember you come from light and return to freedom. Remember you are the healing of your ancestors,

You heal through the compassion you give to yourself.

how many dime bags does it take to bring back stolen abundance?

it ain’t their life, it’s mine and I get to cherish it. I hope you feel that your life is yours, even in this sadness.

you have the power to live your life with attention and intention.

you get to choose your relationship to life. And it don’t got to look like no one else’s.

Olmec heads are proof that we crossed oceans and we built and we remained and embedded under every new civilization is an earth that never forgets

past-life-regression hypnotherapy

going back in the past in order to embrace the present moment through meditation, mantra and hypnosis Sankofa sojourns.

Sweetness is here. Kissing at all things. Broken or confused.

You are safe. Universal. Limitless. Sacred. Sensual. Divine. Free.

love that carries lifetimes of sweetness and care.

We was a cosmic conversation, before I even met you in this life.