Blue Black Nut Skin

Though I am admittedly a bit self-conscious about it, I try not to sweat my melanin situation too much, reminding myself that Black been all typa shades since (almost) the beginning of time. It doesn’t change the Black of our blood, and we all know some of the most fluorescent among us be the blackity blackest at heart. (Hey Angie D!)

I also see my skin as a symbol of what’s happened to us, our journey, and of what I’m here for specifically, to Remember and Remind the west of our African roots, to re-embody our innate understanding, perspective, our Natural Way…

But regardless, I take my place knowing there is no potential of power or depth of embodiment like the Original Blueprint, Black Queen Cosmic Mother – Dark like Nut, Carrier of the Codes, the map to every human held within each one of her cells. Our First Mother.

Last night, Oshun showed me something I could never recognize otherwise, inside this beige body of mine.

In my Vision I became Oshun looking on my reflection behind Dark Black Skin like Nut and I twinkled like her, too.

And she showed me Yellow and let me know Yellow in ways I could never know Yellow in my own body in this life.

I saw the bright bright Yellow against Dark Brown Skin and I knew Yellow as Gold, sacred gold, allowing me to emanate in my true form, as a Star. And I knew this as a privilege and an honor I could only glimpse, and an alignment only those of the Original Blueprint could know, existing only because they are so – the bright of Sol against her Nut Skin, a sacred alchemy…and the key.

I knew Yellow on Black Skin then as a crown and a connector of those energies which created all mankind: the depth and rich of the dark ocean and the penetrating light of the sun erupting into sweet rivers and spilling over upon one another creating children and more children of love and light and dark and everything that is.

And I remembered Brown Blue Black Skin then, crowned in Yellowgold, and I knew this as God.

 

ABOUT ASTARA

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 others, I noticed a stark difference in these energies and those of later iterations, such as Freya and Venus. 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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