MADAM MONKEYFOOT

The Vessel use to think the imaginary conversations in his head were just daydreams. He has come to learn we have created sacred spaces to talk, to alter timeline, to change his perception of reality….this is an example of one of our ongoing conversation when I am playing the role of the Teacher.

The space we have created is formless until a particular subject arises from one of us and the landscape takes the shape it needs to so a lesson can be taught or ancient magic can be performed. I am taking on the role of the Teacher.

“You sit in shadows. The only light seems to come from my body.”

“It’s a good thing. I don’t like dark rooms myself,” said the Teacher. “Besides, The hair is a mess. It is rooted in a lot of places at the moment or is that my feet. Hair and feet are the same thing with me. So what has your face contorting?”

“There are faces appearing in my sleep. Some are human. Some are alien. Some are reptilian. Some are insectoid. Some are just a mass of tentacles. What have I called to many.”
“Sleeper, awake!”

The Vessel said to the Teacher. “Okay some of these faces aren’t exactly making me want to dance for a joy. Hairs are standing on my back and I don’t have hair on my back. And they don’t say anything just stare.”

“Listen with your mind. Your mouth is not the only way to communicate.”

“Easy for you to say, you got this down pretty good.”

“Ah, and when I was a fictional character you road me every direction into all types of situation without batting an eye or fearing the journey. So, now that you know I brought light through the characters you create; this is just another phase of the journey. We have created a sacred space to communicate and when we are done with the work it will merge with your reality.”

“Who are these faces.”

“Some are you in your many forms that you have invited on your journey through light and darkness. Some are here to have the human experience through you. Some are from the bloodline who are awakening. And one especially, you are wearing his mind.”

“A new pair of shoes would be better; even a leather coat.”

“Your mind is not yours. You have a reptilian mind and are living its stories.”

I don’t want to living a reptilian story. I want my own story, my own mind. I feel like I am already drowning in a dark chaotic sea; or wandering through hallways with doors to rooms and there is no exit sign.”

“You are wearing the mind of the reptilian.”

“I would like to know that my thoughts are my own. I’d like to know I’m not a captive and that I have free will. I think creating my story gives me the spark, the impetus; but living someone else’s story even if it is about healing and moving onto my own thing, it just makes me feel like I am carrying all this baggage on my shoulder.”

The Teacher smiled and said nothing. The room about them began to vibrate and lost its form and they both were standing a chessboard that seems to hover in a place that had the game board surrounded by swirling clouds. The Teacher was no longer in human form but the sign of the Ankh and spoke in his mind.

The Ankh hovered over the game board. The Vehicle is at his side. “Look at this game board. This is another version of reality that you inhabit. Each square on this board hides beneath it, planetary influences, the madness of a creator god, the manipulating parasites of the Archons, and the signs and symbols that bind myth and patterns to keep the Soul bound in the furnaces of time.

The Vessel who was now luminous asked, “What is beyond the game board? All I see is clouds spiraling about in a chaotic matter.”

The Ankh shape shifted back into the form of The Teacher and smiled and with a wave of his staff the clouds parted revealing a sky full of winged creatures. “Beyond these clouds, there are the dragons.”

“The story I believed in, kept me focus on boundaries. But there are no boundaries but I was taught there should be or you will have no focus, go crazy and be wandering around the street talking out of your head, and you have to have linear thinking to make it in this world. The world doesn’t want artist.”

“Artist are the visionaries. Artists create new pathways. Artists look into the Unknown and let the Unknown look and speak through them. Artists are the gatekeepers. Artists are the explorers of the unconscious.”

“Sometimes I’ve been afraid of my art; afraid of friends reaction, afraid I didn’t get the message and bottom line, that it really doesn’t amount to cat shit.”

“You still want that approval. Why are you afraid of being your own authority?”

“It always felt like someone had to give approval. What if I’m wrong?”

“And what if you’re not? It is about imagination. I am from your imagination and you gave me existence; and I am all over the place. And I tell you, when you understand the being you truly are, you have no limitations.”

Sometimes my friends get annoyed when I’m not talking with them in a linear fashion;
everything should be linear but sometimes I am pulling stuff from many directions and too me it is flowing. I have lived in fear because I always wanted someone to explain how it is supposed to be and not how real it is; because then the grounding, the parenting, the religions have no meaning and I realize I am in a web; and I fear what comes to devour me.”

“Your relationships have isolated you from your own authority. You have given them the rule of your spirit and so you live in the rooms in the house that opinions, judgments and religions have built for you. You must decide what is for you and not based on the desires of others; nor the rules of others; because those with limited perception walk through times like the living dead. Even teachers want to be the authority of your mind. They should only be guides and with teachings, you must learn to make your own wings to fly.

“Every where I turn, someone wants to adjust me. Then I start to wonder is this the right face for the world. But I know there is another face lurking in the shadows, screaming to come out, screaming to not be bound by definition; screaming to say this is me, ‘fucking deal with it.’ But, you must fit into the hours. Hours are just another way to fragment your self I think. It’s like I must do this within a certain timeframe or I have not accomplished something and then I’m labeled a failure. Then you get frustrated because you are on this rollercoaster ride through hours and there never seems to be enough hours in a day to complete the task. And the hours start to master your perception; and the flow is damned and all of sudden the frustration is building and the anger is seething and then anger realizes itself in a violent act whether it is inflicted on yourself or others. I do not want to be a man made only by hours. I want to rearrange the sequences of my life,” said The Vessel.

“Be aware of anyone who confirms authority. Question everything, even me. So many blind lead the blind and reality has become a labyrinth.

The Vessel thought for a moment. “Just like there are twenty four planets. And we are bound on the wheel of the twelve planets but it is the planets that are beyond this time based reality that these planets are duplicated from. So we are being affected by these shadow planets. So time is really a puppet master. So when do we stop dancing in its dramas when most people would rather pass the responsibility.”

Teacher smiled. “You are responsible for you. Change your perception; it affects your environment and those who are within the wave of your influence. Everything that comes across your path is a teaching experience. Don’t deny it, don’t fight it, just accept it is. You are what you fear, you are what you deny, you are the enemy. You are time and its master.”

“So then, I should not work within the boundaries of this game board,” replied the The Vessel.

“Is the puppet master the cause and effect of your life? Slay the teacher you meet on the road! Authority cannot be conveyed from an external figure or doctrine.”

“What will my authentic face look like?”

Since this is the first blog, that Madam Monkey delivers, I guess I should explain a bit of what I am. I am came into The Vessel’s life as a fictional character who has stepped from the pages of his writing to now speak with my own voice.

I am like his guidance counselor, a friend, and a swift kick in the butt. Also, I have a bit of the trickster in me.

I dress up as many characters in his writings or when we are speaking in his sacred space to get his attention. In his writing, I have had many names; some not to pleasant. He original thought I was a fictional character; but it was how I was able to break through the barriers he has created because of self worth and doubt. He is learning to become his own authority; his own sovereignity.

Too many children of the Mother have taken on ugly faces to heal the first laments but that is another story.

We are light. We are information. We are consciousness exploring form. We are a Voice that the Vessel has given many forms. We are his future. Sometimes we are writing him into our stories, ah, this is something to think about.

I am the one he dialogues with when he goes off on one his mental wanderings through the underworld where plays out dramas in the bars, the graveyards and dark cities where he meets inhabitants from other planes of existence. He thinks it is all a dream and/or nightmare. Sometimes I am the Angel and the Conversation.

Sometimes I am the interior monologue. I am him in the future, the past, the present. There is no form Madam Monkeyfoot will not download into. We share adventures and I inspire a few, okay, so I sort of push him into a few situations.

The Vessel is facing his greatest challenge: his original fear and his separation from the Beginning.

This morning he was thinking about how Madam was going to express Madam. (For those who need a gender reference, I will use S/he and/or he unless I’m speaking from a specific gender, think of me as the third sex). I told him, it’s all about living with an authentic face.

Everyone wants to wear a mask in their day-to-day to exchange. Most folks are afraid of people getting close and/or they’ll be rejected because you may not look like you stepped off some magazine cover; or you are not body beautiful.

I tell The Vessel as he tells his friends – go dance naked in front of a mirror and enjoy the body you have at the moment. How do you expect someone to love you if you don’t love yourself right now?

The creator didn’t make ugly that is something other folks have done and want to pass the blame onto someone else. So many folks spinning their gears trying to find someone to love instead of loving the person they are. How you see yourself is the type of person you will bring into your life. Think of your thoughts like little satellite that are rotating around you sending out a signal.

Someone is receiving that signal.

So what signal are you sending; how do you see yourself.

And if truth be known, there are lot of you know you are not human, just having a human experience.

Learn to live your authentic face.

Now, I know it ain’t happening in the next few minutes or few hours, and years for some. When was the time you were honest with yourself. How quickly do you put that mask on to hide your true feelings. You know if you look into a mirror and concentrate real hard, you can see yourself from other lives and you can see the entities that travel with you and look through your eyes. The Vessel has seen his reptilian face, his insectoid face and few others.

When you think of someone you are sending them an image of yourself – it is mind face projection. There are many of us who travel together as a sea of faces moving across consciousness.

Even the Vessel travels with this group and they travel in his conscious.

So sometimes when you’re tired, or you have knocked back a few drinks to many and you think you’re vision is blurry or some recreational drugs have kicked in and you see people’s faces change, it is happening.

You don’t need these things to witness, you just have to believe without believing.

Now, the Madam is a good time Diva but it is about respect so I’m not saying get all liquored up and hope the Heavens reveal themselves; which technically they do more than we want to believe, you can get that “high” from within.

The face travels in other realms of consciousness. The Vessel has had the experience of witnessing many alien faces pouring through his. Sometimes I give him face but he doesn’t recognize me sometimes. I love to change voice and style; it is about the performance is it not.

Life is a school, it is a dramatic presentation. Once you learn you are performers within a cosmic drama, you will learn how many roles you like to play, how many faces you like to wear when you are playing the game.

So if you don’t like the face you have then maybe you need to listen to your heart and not the ones who are trying to remake you in their image. Not a lot of true faces but they are coming.

So when I say, my face is leaving in five minutes, what I am saying, it is time to go on a journey, it is time to get out of that place where you are stagnate, that place where a part of you has died into and has not learn to resurrect from; or you are in a moment of crisis and you feel the presence of someone who seems to bring a message.

Yes, Madam Monkeyfoot loves to give face and there is no place this face has not projected.

So when someone gives you attitude and that face that look like it has suck too many sour things, keep in mind, it is their issues they are projecting and not yours and sometimes people need to be the bad person to understand the good person.

No matter what face you are working with today; that face is the experience you choose.

So, if you wonder am I real…let’s just say…The Vessel and I brought each other into existence…so my face is leaving in five minutes…be on it!!!!!!!