Letting Go

As the pain wells in the center of my chest
I scribble the symbols that express my emotion on the lines of the Universe’s book of all time

Interchanging the sniffles and eye rubs for hot beers and tree drugs

Setting in my sentiments and grinding on the past
Never once thinking that this too shall pass

It feels like an eternity, I’ve been reaching for you, dreaming of you, thinking of you and believing in you

I sought you in God’s house and at the devil’s parties
Only traces of your presence lingers where you once were

I sit in the seat that was once your throne
Gazing out over the crowds to gain your knowledge to things unknown

Pieces of life old and new create scenes that are painted in water colors now stained with tears
I hold tight to a future that has no room for fears
Only happiness and joy as I dance wildly in the devil’s arms
His embrace is so tight, much tighter than yours
My nakedness is unbearable to those who will never comprehend why I’m banging down doors.

I’m looking for you
I’m shouting your name
I’m wearing the potions and loving in vain

You do not hear my cries because you do not believe that I do
I could never be the one so dirty, so blue

If you knew who I am
You would love me for sure
You would come and heal my sickness
Your love is the cure

In dreams I have loved you a thousand times
You will never know until you listen to my rhymes

I sit in a somber state
Eating from my sinners plate
Scarfing down ideas that will attract you to my path
When I get close I only get your wrath

Destruction Of A Liberated Race

We have become so liberated to the point that we are enslaved to our liberated thoughts.

The destruction of our being confused with freedom of choice. Education lost to the wars on life. Secrets kept to be borne on the graves of the unborn. Life snatched before it is a thought. Proof that many women believe you only deserve to live if your conception is planned sends shocks through the airways. The living remain silent for the fear of being hunted and torn down by scowling women that give birth to their children but don’t think you should have yours.

Education left in the background,schools shutting down, what’s the point of fighting for them when there will be no children to sit in them?

Destruction Of A Liberated Race
My words.
Afaf “Ariashalaara” Muhammad kik

I crawled out of my shell and stood boldly before the crowd as they threw roses and stones. Bruised and bleeding I sunk back under my rock. The calluses formed and my shell grew thick. My voice is now a shrill alarm.

I arose from the grave that was once my berth and stand here again dripping with sin.
I go against your norm and stand up for reform.
I will not be tweaked into a zombie for death. My being wreaks life so much that it destroys like a invasive vine, choking the ideas of the madmen and women.

Like a Unicorn, I am rare. Incapable of capture. My dragons are summoned to serve as reminders, to keep me focused.
Cries of the babe fall upon my ears as music to my march.

My strength is gathered from the pools of the tears of the victims of the miseducated. I drink deeply from their wells. Energizing my spirit to beckon to their will.

Cry sweet freedom, justice, and tranquility. Your tears are salted with the dust of the innocent. Bodies slain before life is given as those that were given a chance stand behind their murderers.

Martyrs are you as the arguments continue on floors walked by those that listen with their eyes, and all they see are dollars signs.

Poverty stricken across lands where you would have grown. Your parents taught to believe that you should not live because they do not desrve you because they do not have material wealth, So they disregard their creator’s decree to be fruitful and multiply.

The birth of a nation, a nation of fear. Fear of life and expectations of the end before the middle is even dreamed.

Foster the people,they believe not in your life. The walking dead stagger on their way to mental institutes disguised as school houses through the angel dust clouds that boarder the food deserts.
Empty bellies, empty minds fill them with remnants of the hope left behind by the leaders that left this planet in the same manner some believe should have been their fate before they were even conceived.

Mutilation, an after affect of mental anguish endured by those that are sent here by a force greater than any of us, by the ones who hunt all life on all levels. The scorned taking charge of the decisions of the scorned. Vision lost as life is degraded amongst animals and mankind alike.

How far will we go? Can we begin to implement your outlook on life beginning with you?

Mother

You gave me life so that I may continue the extension of my father’s lineage. Yet father flees when he gets the news and leaves you on your knees

On your knees begging for a way to survive a way to keep me alive so that I may thrive and be more

More than what he is. More than what you think you are and more of what society needs

Society needs me to be strong and carry the weight of my mom so she can be safe from harm so she can be safe from harm so that she can be safe.from. harm.

Safe from the harm that she may cause herself, safe from the harm that others may cause as they seek to take her wealth, safe from the food that might poison her health, safe from the men that may poison her. health

Health is the root of all our survival. Mother knew that upon my arrival. Her struggle to keep me safe. To keep me in a healthy space.

Space between mother and father has brought me to my knees. I’m begging and pleading so I can create that same safe my mother created for me.

For me she gave her life.
She gave her life to her job.
She gave her life to her friends.
She gave her life to her men
She gave her life to her end

Her end was with me. With me was her end. Not a friend, not a boss, not even one of those men. I was with her in the end.

Parental Dysphoria

There are some events we have to allow to happen. Although we may want to intervene in order to maintain control over situations that involve us in a distant manner, we have to learn to let go even when we know they are not beneficial to the individual involved. As a teacher of truth and enlightenment I have to step back even from my own creation in order for the universe to continue. Though I would rather have my way and see the best for not just my own but also for other children of all ages. Initially, there will always be a resistance because the lies are easier to embrace than what is true and natural. Some rather hide from their truth and drown themselves in the miseries that arise from poor choice.
Even as I have to allow others to be themselves I find it hard when their self is a lie. When their self is destructive to the rest of us. When their self will cause us to be set back because of their refusal to be enlightened and live in accordance to nature and help others to be their highest self.

As parents and caregivers many of us may have ideas and perceptions of what would be ideal for our children.  However, the reality is sometimes those hopes and ideals are very different from what  our children have in mind for themselves. Are we supposed to let our children be sucked in by the things that will destroy them? Are we to just sit back and not do anything or say anything as we see our child slip into the abyss of dangers that have no mercy on anyone for the sake of them learning a lesson?

I wrote this in question as to what are we to do as parents and caregivers of the youth.  How do we draw the lines between guidance and control , as a guardian, without losing control of ourselves?

 

By A. “Ariashalaara” M.

My Short Theory of Enki

When I was a child, we lived near a medical center that housed ambulances. Every time we would walk past I noticed the symbol on the medical vans, two serpents wrapped around a staff with wings. I asked my mother what that symbol meant, and she explained that it is a symbol for life. She also explained that it was a symbol for what some people believe as a god that gives life. I didn’t give it much thought but knew what it meant every time I saw it. I often wondered if the people that adorned this symbol in the medical field worshipped this god. I never sought that answer; but knowing me and my curiosity I probably will seek it, eventually.

A few months ago I came across the god  Enki when someone posted it in a picture on one of the famous social sites. You know the one that allows people to like their pics and videos that resemble nothing of their reality. I felt a familiarity with the god and searched him on the internet. I saw many stories of him being a god to being mischievous to being a life giver to being the devil. So, I looked at his name and also noticed he had a number as his name. A secret number, actually a few names that looked, to me, as elements.

Me being observant and curious, and my sheer love of research took a chance and dared to build a theory of this god.

First, I looked at the spelling E-n-k-I. What an interesting combination of letters. I know in physics E is representive of energy. Energy is also known as life. O.k. that makes sense in conjunction with the story of Enki being a creator of life.

Then, I looked at the N. Keeping this in the “science” realm I looked at my periodic table and N is nitrogen. Nitrogen is found in food. Food is vital for life. Makes sense to me so far of how Enki is considered a life giver, or perhaps is composed of nitrogen.

Next, I went on to the K. Potassium, an alkali metal which oxidizes or looses electrons rapidly in air. Potassium is very soft and burns if heated, turning to a bright orange. Although potassium, which is very similar–chemically–to sodium, is found in seawater, when it is solid form it will combust into a lilac color flame, when added to water. As explained at daily motion.

Finally the letter I. Iodine, found in seawater, is not made by the human body but is necessary for a healthy thyroid which helps the body use energy, stay warm, and keep the brain, heart, muscles and other organs working in accordance to their design. As found at thyroid.org . Iodine gives a purple color in gas form.

Just looking at  those factors, and comparing  stories of Enki being said to live under the ocean, and being associated with semen and amniotic fluid, which contains, or produced by using, some of the elements in his name; perhaps this is what our ancestors are telling us. These minerals are the key to sustain life or to bring forth life.

However, if Enki did indeed ascend from the bottom of the ocean he would have to be super strong to burst through the earth that is weighed down by all that water. I mean, the ocean is super huge and water is very heavy. Not only that, it’s pretty darn hot under the earth.  So I looked at his secret number. Number 40. This number on the periodic table is Zirconium. The most important source of Zirconium is Zircon, which means “gold color” in Persian; however, Zirconium is greyish white and as a metal can with stand extreme temperatures of heat and is resistant to corrosion by alkalis, acids, and salt water. It is often used to glaze ceramic that will be used in high heat.

Now to get to the point. If Enki is made of all these elements that disintegrate in the water he must pass through and the temperature  in Sumer is probably pretty hot too. I think this would be an excellent reason to reside underground. My analysis is, if he had to be in the elements he had to be able to survive and not either burst into flame or fade away in the hot blazing climate, after all desert 85 degrees is not the same as city 85 degrees, and underground hot is not the same as either. I have to bring in the fact that zirconium can be made into glass, which would be helpful in coating his body to help in survival through the seawater and into the air. At first I thought he would be made of sand, which contains all of the elements mentioned and can be made into glass as well but found that the glass madewith zirconium is stronger. Using either element to make glass requires extremely high temperatures of heat, thus, I believe the devil theory comes in. You know, made of fire, or lives in fire/hell/underground; however, there are many beliefs of what or who the devil is.

Well, this is my short theory of Enki. I believe no study could ever be final, for we have barely scratched the surface to our own existence, so just think of how far we may be to those that have come before us. There are many beliefs and I respect them all. This is just a theory that makes sense to me. Please do not take this story as fact but as possibility. If anything doesn’t resonate with you, please do share your information as I love to learn, or do your own research and find sources that satisfy your understanding.

Ariashalaara