Skinned

I have turned my skin insideout and found
that I am not in there
There is only sight of what has been done
and awareness of what has been undone
what causes my lungs to expand and
contracts my heart is not under my skin nor
behind my thin lids but a subtleness akin to
the sky and found deeper than Challenger
Deep
Limitation is only discovered by thought and
insisted by form that believes in limits
I permeate solid, liquid, gas and even ether.
Who am I trapped by skin with demands and
desire?
Clutched by a world that sees only what’s
skin deep.
The unimaginable is my realm.
The unknowable is my language.
The unchangeable is my name.
And skin has very little to do with what’s
here, at all.
So turn me inside out if you must but you
may reveal the same for yourself.

 

Anissa Martell, born and raised in Houston, Texas, was trained with the Houston Ballet Academy and attended performing arts schools her entire life, including the High for Performing and Visual Arts as a double major in Vocal Music and Dance. She received a full scholarship to Sam Houston State University in Musical Theater and then moved to NYC where she was in demand all over the country for 15 years. Anissa was the Artistic Director of the Schuylkill Ballet Company for several years and a dedicated dance instructor for over 200 kids for 10 years as she raised her children and continues to work as Production Manager for Eland Productions with her Husband. Her mission in life is to continue to follow her unique calling and serve her community with as much love and light as possible, inspiring all hearts that come to know her gentle spirit.

 

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I created 13MOONS Magazine to resurrect the sacred feminine in Stories and Art. As a Seeress who'd worked directly with Oshun, Yemaya, Oya, and other earlier Goddesses, I noticed a stark difference in these energies and those of later iterations, such as Venus and Aphrodite. It is like parts of these beings were stripped away. Whether to fit the fashion of culture or men, I'll leave for you to decide, but this just didn't sit right with my spirit. And so I dreamed of a platform which would amplify the real voice of the feminine - Stories and Art created by actual women from our perspective, without apology. And here we are.I am called Astara, a name I received during meditation, meaning Little Sirius. I am here to draw down the energy of Ast, also known as Auset, Isis, and the latest: Mother Mary, truly just a hint of the Original anymore. I am here to Remember and to help Remind us of who we are as women, who we are beneath patriarchal whitewashing and power politics as religion. I am here to Remind us of the wisdom we hold within each of our cells which we have mistakenly (and blasphemously) called our meat suit. I am a Sensual Fluency Educator and Tranceworker, offering tools I've channeled from my own body to help you connect with yours. Reach out anytime if you'd like to hear more.

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