SISTERS!

The time has come for us to rise from the undergrounds of forgetfulness,
The time has come has come for us to break free from the chains of salvation and validation from a god who is but our equal and as lost as us in the mess of a violent warfare we can not see but feel…
As we learn that we have always been free and remember we sold our daughters in the name of sensations and instant gratifications,
We will cry and grow from offering our tears as libation to the goddess within each and everyone of us, awaiting, protecting the seed of all life and creation,
The one we carry in our divine house, our Body Temple through each and everyday.
Every dawn offers the chance again to choose to water the Garden of Eden,
We all have the power to draw anew in accordance with our most innate desires,

SISTERS!

I am calling your hearts to bleed and forgive betrayals from the dead soldiers who were framed to slave us to a rhythm so murderous to our nature we flew off of mechanic clones of ourselves to survive the dagger slicing all our plantations at the roots,
leaving us but the hardship to fight another us to ascend to power,

SAY... I FORGIVE YOU ME, SAY... I FORGIVE YOU ME, SING... I AM HERE FOR YOU ME, SING... YOU ARE SAFE WITH ME YOU.

SISTERS!

It is time for us not to sleep in the bed of the fool no more,
The FOOL,
The one who’s mistaken our work with harvesting numbers,
We LOVE our work!
We are fervent nourishment hunters,
Our WORK is to LOVE!
How do we do so?
That is the question I want you to ask yourselves every morning as you open into display, as your crown flourishes with unsettled ideas worries, STOP before you begin to run the counts and ask yourself…
How do I LOVE today?
Who will I give thanks to with the sound of my voice?
What will I set on fire with a dance?
Who will I touch with the smile of my eyes?
Which ideas will I water with deep hails and tears?
Which fears will I console mixing a few leaves?

SISTERS!

When did we learn not to love each other?
Do you remember?
Who taught us to leave one another in the ditch over a brother?
Who should we nurture to perdure?
Hordes of demons have infested our eyesight to forbid us from recognising ourselves in each others faces and figures?
What is making me insult the sight of my body is the same ill script that is cutting me from using my anger in the service of togetherness, with her, against ill power!
The love you await for sister will come from me, from her, and her, it will come from us standing together!
Hold my hand Sister and tell them Brothers NO!
NO! We will not break apart no more for you to preserve an imaginary land making us kill each other in attire raining on our fire!
NO! Fool! NO We do not stand on a ladder no more, topping each other for your pleasure!
NO! Brother! We will not use our words to fight for your ardour to put up an armour in the name of labour!
NO! We will not vibrate your mistaken ideas of a future seeing you stand on a top waving a card tagging you “good” and devote of being accounted for all you stole from Nature!

Non frère NON, Moi et mes soeurs, nous te disons non frère NON, écoute nous maintenant…

SISTERS!

May I talk to the parts of you,
you are not aware
exist beneath your foot steps in a race towards another.
They quietly lay wishes in the shimmering of shadows
for you to retrace your way to the Ancient.

When you see the light
and can’t turn away no more from the bright
Of a battle field announcing the end of the fight,
You can then follow your shivers through the blows of a wind full of glow
they have filled with clews for you to renew.

Daughters of the great Cosmic Mother!
At work to draw magic on the paths of my sisters!
Do not give up under the weight of their lure,
as I promise the fall is near!
Keep mapping cousins of hope for their despair...
so embarking on this trope
Will be the ride the heaven,
They have mistaken,
For a prince looking a shun.

SISTERS!

Time has come for us to awaken from the dead,
Trained to fight each other and dismiss ourselves in schools,
Our bodies have been made the baths for the blood of fools!
The time has come for the Ancient knowings to flow from our wombs to the tip of our fingers and tongs,
We are the beholders of the key!
Lifetimes of DNA programming got us
to distrust the essence of Nature,
Mistake shinny chemicals for Diamonds,
Be lured by powder instead of honey,
Give away our wombs and children to demonic forces at work with Patriarchy and a few dictatorial religious organisations to cut our heads over and over again!
Lifetimes after lifetimes over stories of a broken heart,
Years of blood shed for dimes!
The imprint of sexual abuse and slavery can be felt in each and every move and instances of our lives,

The corruption of the Erotic,
our primary source of power,
runs rampant at every corner,
where denial and rationalisation
get consoled by mindless consumption!
Promises of exceptionalism
drenched in singular realism
of a story so hard to hear,
we had to dress it in colours so sweet,
it became the food our daughters are choosing over cherries!

And we all know how that story ends Sisters!
Don’t we?
As we have starred in this film!

HOOOOO SISTER!

Remember the amount of pain you had to put yourself through to get bitten by fate…
Remember the bitter taste of lollipops waiting for your father on the gate…
Remember the one isn’t coming to save you from the flames?
Remember they won’t tell you their names?
Have you forgotten the sharp teeth of the Ogre stealing the truth out of your well guarded treasure?
Where have you hidden the key?
To open the door
when protecting your pack from a war
you knew was on its way
as you can predict the rain,
Weather runs gold into your vein.
Your love for your wolves is so great
you have swallowed all the answers under sea,
so deep no blue can shine the surface of the lock.
In this world made of pretty powdered visions, multiplying screens and connections
as we have travelled overground
we forgot all the magic codes
sit pristinely in our houses,
Our divine temples
Our Bodies!

Come SISTER!

Take my words and DANCE
in the trance of our sorrow!
For... we are responsible for the blow!

CATHARTIC HARDCORE TRANCE DANCE

Forgive me, forgive your Mother, and her mother, and the mother of her mother
for signing YES over and over
on contracts she could not read
as her eyes were wide shut to the fright
of an image of solitude
Presented to her
For a worrisome amount of multitude!
Lets sit firmly on our sacred seat in circles
And run torrents of water from our third eye
To the draught of the desert under witnessing sky
Rising sand to the hill of the prize
We are really hunting for…
Here we can go unfollowed,
There we can safely heal each others wounds,
At home where the air dances with water
and the earth grow under fire,
Where the one key to all the gates
is an infinite round of birds
guiding us with their chants
towards birthing new species and lands
with our laughs.

HOOOOO SISTER!

When did we decide to stop believing?

Can you recall?
Do you remember the chase?
We were running from liars and profiters
galloping holding guns pointing to our heads asking for the words to sing in the lullaby
for the Lion guarding the cave of formulas
to make the nation dance in rhythm?
Remember! We ran away from our own heads then!
Knowing the answers sit still between our legs!

Let’s remember and into a dialogue enter
with our inner flower!
Now we can save her from all the brothers,
demons and doctors
With whom we have fed her,
And start building back the
pink and green current of love
holding us for the better together forever
no matter the spectacle rising the laughter
of the fools who thought we offered our tools!

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Text published and exhibited by TLC23 during ASP8 at CONWAY HALL in London (http://www.aspfair.uk/)
To get in touch with the Author use this email; tranceteller@gmail.com