SPIRITUAL AWAKENINGS 2017

Just an FYI to all my spiritual and magical peeps. There are spiritual energies being activated that are triggering massive psychic and spiritual awakenings in the population. Areas especially affected are:

● Your Karma

● Your Conscience 

● Your relationships  (especially karmic relationships!)

● Your personal and professional goals and an awakened sense of destiny.

● Your shadow. (Confronting your own negativity and the negativity of others. Acknowledging your own negativity before you acknowledge the negativity in others is key in any spiritual or psychic development. Also, special emphasis should be given to this because confronting negativity is just as important as HOW you confront negativity. This is a problem area for me. Lol!)

● Seeing through illusions. Yours and the illusions projected by others. 

● Resolution of past life karma that we all have carried over into this one. 

Everyone on the planet is going through this right now to varying degrees of intensity. Some are having an extremely violent reaction to these internal, spiritual and psychic growing pains which is part of our spiritual evolution and are becoming mentally, emotionally, psychically and spiritually unbalanced. 

Others are noticing dormant abilities are awakening and their sensitivity to intangible is becoming sharper with there spiritual awareness much more present and focused. This is a global event. You are not going crazy! Stay focused, cleanse yourself and your environment, daily as not to absorb the pain, confusion fear of others. Help and heal those you can through this process but protect yourself and stay true to your heart, mind, spirit and path. 

Bringing light to dark places,

Grimoire a.k.a. "Me." 💗

"HEDJ BENNU " THE SILVER PHEONIX INCANTATION

EGO SUM UNUM CUM ARGENTUM PHEONIX. HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: Latin "I am one with the silver pheonix." Ancient Egyptian "Hedj" = Silver, Bennu = "Pheonix".

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian " The soul of Amun Ra, the silver pheonix." (The pheonix was seen as the symbol of the soul of Ra. The hidden power of universal creation was Amun. The power of Amun is Ra.)

BEHEN SEBAU HEH EN HEH.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "Crush the evil one over a million over a million years."

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "Soul of Amun Ra, the Silver Pheonix."

BEHEN AMMIT HEH EN HEH.

Ancient Egyptian Ancient Egyptian "Crush the devourer of souls over a million over a million years."

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: The soul of Amun Ra, the Silver Pheonix.

BEHEN APEP HEH EN HEH.

Ancient Egyptian Ancient Egyptian "Crush the bringer of chaos over a million over a million years."

BA EN AMUN RA. HEDJ BENNU PERT EM ANKH AY.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "Soul of Amun Ra. The Silver Pheonix come forth through myour life."

BA EN AMUN RA. HEDJ BENNU PERT EM SEKHEFET BA AY.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "Soul of Amun Ra. The Silver Pheonix come forth through my seven souls."

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU PERT EM AKHU AY.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "Soul of Amun Ra. The Silver Pheonix come forth through my light."

ANIMUS DE VIVUS LUMEN PRIMUS. CREATOR DE OMNIS EX ASTRI AD HOMEN.

TRANSLATION: Latin "The soul of the first living light. Creator of all from stars to man."

VITA ULTRA VITA ET LUMEN ULTRA LUMEN. SEKHEMU ULTRA SEKHEMU. MA'AT ULTRA MA'AT. MAGNUM ANIMUS ULTRA OMNIS ANIMAE. OMNIS UNIVERSAE SUM UNUM. UNUM EST MAGNUM OCCULTUS POTENS AMUN RA. MAGNUM PRINCIPIUM ET MAGNUM FINIS.

TRANSLATION: Latin "Life beyond life. Light beyond light. Power beyond power. Truth beyond truth. Great soul beyond souls. All Universes are one. The one is the greatest hidden power Amun Ra. The great beginning and the great end."

HEDJ BENNU

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian " The Silver Pheonix."

EGO SUM UNUM CUM ARGENTUM PHEONIX. HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: Latin "I am one with the silver pheonix." Ancient Egyptian "Hedj" = Silver, Bennu = "Pheonix".

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: The soul of Amun Ra, the Silver Pheonix.

BEHEN SEBAU HEH EN HEH.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "Crush the evil one over a million over a million years."

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU AY.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "I am the soul of Amun Ra, the Silver Pheonix."

BEHEN AMMIT HEH EN HEH.

Ancient Egyptian Ancient Egyptian "Crush the devourer of souls over a million over a million years."

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "I am the soul of Amun Ra, the Silver Pheonix."

BEHEN APEP HEH EN HEH.

Ancient Egyptian Ancient Egyptian "Crush the bringer of chaos over a million over a million years."

BA EN AMUN RA HEDJ BENNU AY.

TRANSLATION: Ancient Egyptian "I am the soul of Amun Ra, the Silver Pheonix."

EGO SUM UNUM CUM ARGENTUM PHEONIX. HEDJ BENNU.

TRANSLATION: Latin "I am one with the silver pheonix." Ancient Egyptian "Hedj" = Silver, Bennu = "Pheonix".

MY DARK SIDE. POEM ENTITLED "BACKFIRE"

You tried to use grave yard dirt to bury me in effigy. I'm not dead. I can feel you cutting the heads off voodoo dolls, ritually beheading me. All that and I'm still here and your right to fear the bum rush. I telempathically crush your Chakras one by one and feed on the light that was designed to guide you through the night. When you was so busy invoking spirits that walk with me, they were the ones that told me you was the one steady sweating me.

I gets cold. I gets darker than the hole in your soul. Mine is the voice that whispers in the back of your mind making you insecure, unsure about everything and everyone, making you make enemies out of your loved ones as you completely lose control.

Boo, you fucked up because I'm always hungry.

So, I slowly devour what borrowed power you took from spirit, elemental, nature, witch or book. I leave you constantly shook as I crack your aura with telepathic machetes because im petty and feed on your astral and psychic body. I take your Ti Bon Ange to the abyss where it stays lost and where you never will have the balls to look.

Anyone who try's to help you? My KA and KHAIBIT will beat them too. My soul is Sumerian old and descended from the lillitu. Woe to all who don't know that if anyone gets in my fucking way, It'll be a buffet because I'll eat them too.

While you work with oils and herbs, I damage your mind with my thoughts and verbs. Remember, when you curse me with fetishes and bindings, I become the deity you worship and I destroy you with whispered words.

I shape-shift into the power you want most and turn against you. I possess you and ride you like the loa in a voodoo ceremony to grind and press you.

I drink your power, your will, your life force, hopes and dreams. Poor thing, you underestimated me apparently. As I rip out your sanity I promise, I'll fill the empty space up with the very same grave yard dirt you tried to use to bury me.

MAGICAL POEM "UNTITLED"

(I wrote this right after I left two peanut butter cookies as an offering to the spirits. I've been leaving cookies out on a table in my back yard for three days now. In the morning there all gone. They could be birds but I still like the symbology.) 😀😉😁💗

I used to cry because I always thought I was broke. I never once took the time to thank the sun because my soul has always been sun soaked.

Heyokah has always followed me. My people call him Ellegua the divine child. The trickster, the teacher who always taught me to stay wild.

For a time, I was ruled by fear. Imprisoned by my own dark and bitter tears for years. He reminded me, for a time he blinded me so I could see in the darkest places of my being to find the light within me. He told me "You're a Queen within a King, magic you bring to everything! Love, power and courage you will find in me and also, within yourself because a coward you are not designed to be!"

I was built for struggle just as I was built for joy. The eldritch magic that forged me, was tempered by a thousand over a thousand ancestors who dared to survive and bring forth a thousand over a thousand, loves before me.

The daughter of Ra has always kept me well. I have no fear of heaven or hell as she has taught me to weave my realities with spirit, heart and mental spells.

Oyà my spirit mother. Elemental, warrior and gate keeper. She keeps me warm by reminding me of my fire within and making me a light keeper.

She told me long ago: "Pay heed! You may not have what you want but you have what you need." I age slowly, so I can afford to be  patient. Anything which is achieved to quickly will wither just as quickly, the inevitable curse and consequence of speed.

I have food, a roof, warmth and love. I can smile, dance, help others, helping my family and my mother while retaining the grace and favor by all that which is above.

Fear no longer controls my soul. I can stand in the darkest night of the soul and hear the screech owl screech and know, he is there not to incite fear or dread but to protect, inspect and teach. Sharing wisdom and power with the young, from the old.

THE MAGIC OF OFFERINGS.

A MAGICAL THOUGHT...

In Santeria the Orishas or Elemental Ancestors are very similar to the "Tuatha De Dannan" of Ireland or, the faery folk. 

The newest episode of AMERICAN GODS, inspired me to reconnect with my ancestors and elementals who have always taught me, protected me and watched over me and my family. The episode reminded me of when I was a neophyte, I used to leave offerings of bread, cookies, water, or dinner plates of food for the Ancestors outside. If we were running low on food, I'd leave three "tortillas con mantequilla" (tortillas with butter.) For them. One time my mother left four apples for Shango, and in the morning when she opened the door to collect the plate from the garden, she found one apple left in front of the door. Shango, the elemental of fire, thunder, passion and magic loves apples. His sacred number is 4. 

The Ancestors have there traditional favorite foods, fruits, symbols and objects but the power is not really in the item being offered. It's in the offering itself. An offering is only as powerful as the intent behind it. For example you yourself, would better appreciate food given in friendship and love, as opposed to being given money with strings attached to it.

The old ones, our ancestor's the elementals and the faery folk of Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit give to us without reservation but our connection to them is broken when we don't give back. 

Giving Offerings is a magical act or gesture, based on "Equivalent Exchange". We open ourselves up to openly receive life's bounties when we give openly to each other, to the spirit world, the elemental world or the dead. 

All ancient cultures knew this magical trade before it became lost in the new world. 

I think I'm going to bake some traditional Irish Soda bread for the Tuatha De Dannan this week and leave it for the faery folk. 

After all, my last name is Kennedy. 😁🍀🍞🍵

YOU MATTER

Remember,

there is more love in this world than hate. We just don't see it as much because it doesn't make the headlines as much. Media has become the new Roman Coliseum of 21st Century. Kindness, respect, love, acts of mercy and compassion make for poor headlines. Hate, racism, violence, scandal and pain has always been the number one spectator sport. Every negative emotion that we experience, that we cause others to experience, desensitizes and divides us from one another. It makes us easier to manipulate and control.

It's important to be informed and yes, the evil's of the world do exist. We shouldn't turn a blind eye to it, lest we become part of the problem.

But truth be told, we have been conditioned by society, religion, educational institutions and government to penalize the many for the actions of the few. Especially, when they are different then us. Let us not be fooled by the deluge of hate being shown to us daily. Love, kindness, self-respect and respect for others exist, in the familar and the unfamiliar. Compassion, healing, unity, solidarity, brotherhood, sisterhood, humanity, genuine charity for others and empathy, all exist. There is proof of this fact.

It's you.You are living, thriving proof of this undeniable fact.

MY SHADOWS GONE TO GROUND

Poem (conquering shadows.)

"MY SHADOWS GONE TO GROUND."

This shadow.

This shadow I've carried for so long, I've come to see it as an abusive lover. They lied to me. They said any pain I've suffered would make me tougher.

So much darkness inside sometimes I feel as if I could drown. Hurt and hate.
This is what my shadow is filled with so I battle my shadow daily. It's crazy that I'm not crazy, because somtimes I want to fall down. But, I'm too afraid to be called lazy so nighlty, I slay my shadows so my shadows go to ground.

What I became was a cold mother fucker.

Would it shock you to know, that when I was young, I loved flowers, dancing, singing and walking with a switch in my hip? But I was corrected on how to walk and talk so much so, I began to stutter and choke back the words I spoke afraid they were to feminine making me bite my lip.

Hearing words like faggot, nigger, mayatè since the age of six. Being told that I like dicks, when all I really wanted to do is play with dolls and do magic tricks.

Grew up thinking I was wrong. I don't recall exactly the moment I stopped singing songs. Feeling like "Don't touch me because I might like it if you do." Scaring people off because "If you stay I might want you to." Trying to be invulnerable while being vulnerable is hell. Always wishing to fall in love but hurting because you never fell.

This is what my shadow is filled with so I battle my shadow daily. It's crazy that I'm not crazy, because somtimes I want to fall down. But, I'm too afraid to be called lazy so nighlty, I slay my shadows so my shadows go to ground.

I secretly hate it when people stare. Because underneath the facade I project, I have a tremendous lack of self esteem, I'm engaged in a perpetual war.  A war between, me and my self-respect, doubting myself at every fucking crossroad or open door.

Am I worthy? Or am I just thirsty? It was cool to be lost in my twenties but a bitch is pushing 40 (shut up!). No one can hurt me like I can hurt me.

I know I act like my shit don't stink but hey I'm an actress. Sometimes I feel like papa and mama would've been better off wiping me off the mattress.

That's my shadow talking. It has a lot to say. It tells me I'm too ghetto, I'm too Feminine, I'm too ignorant, I'm too gay.

This is what my shadow is filled with so I battle my shadow daily. It's crazy that I'm not crazy, because somtimes I want to fall down. But, I'm too afraid to be called lazy so nighlty, I slay my shadows so my shadows go to ground.

This shadow.

This shadow I've carried for so long, I've come to see it as an abusive lover. They lied to me. They said any pain I've suffered would make me tougher.

This is what my shadow is filled with so I battle my shadow daily. It's crazy that I'm not crazy, because somtimes I want to fall down. But, I'm too afraid to be called lazy so nighlty, I slay my shadows so my shadows go to ground.

Anubis & me.

I just finished speaking with Anubis during meditation. 

He showed me a memory of a dream I had when I was 18 years old. I was crawling in a field of wheat. It just seemed natural for me to be crawling. Anubis was walking beside me. We talked about many things. His life, his message and his duties to humanity and to Isis. 

He told me that I had alot in common with him. I didn't understand that at the time but now I realize he meant that I would be taking care of my mother as her guardian and protector in the future which is now my present, like he did for Isis. 

We laughed, faux-argued and laughed some more. Finally, it dawned on me that I was crawling. I stopped and he stopped at the same time. I got up and I saw the sky. I closed my eyes and felt the heat of the sun and the gentle breeze caress my face with its coolness. It felt beautiful. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw the endless field of golden wheat swaying with the breeze. I finally saw Anubis, not from the ground on which I crawled but eye to eye, as an equal. 

I realized he never intervened or looked down on me while I was crawling. He never judged me or belittled me. He treated me with kindness and waited patiently for me to evolve to the point where I could get up and stand and walk upright, on my own. This way he didn't cheat me out of my evolutionary process all the while protecting me as a learned to stand and walk. Again, on my own. 

"Better?" He asked me.

"Better." I answered. 

"Shall we continue?" He put his hand out, inviting me forward. 

"Thank you, yes."

He smiled and continued to talk to me as I woke up to a new day. 

I'm glad he showed me that memory that I had buried in my subconcious. It healed me.

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