BUILDING THE ALTAR

When a species is dying, some are at a level of awareness to create life in another form and vibration. These entities will merge and/or download into their creation to continue their existence. Sometimes though, their creations will outgrow them and seek a separation from those who created them, sometimes they have manipulated other creations so they can attach themselves to them to continue existence.

The new creations will experience the merging as a dream in sleep, or waking or as a visionary experience and must merge this into a singular identity or go into madness where some will not survive and could be lost in other frequencies. You will sometimes feel incomplete on your journey through light and darkness and you are gathering parts of yourself; some that have been the master, some that have been the slave, some that have been reptilian, bird, insect, plant, crystal, mathematical equations, sounds, etc.

Your body will give off tones to adjust to this merging. Sometimes it will seem like you are being possessed. You will find yourself adjusting to things you take for granted like walking, eating, and verbalizing. The wild thoughts you have are the other creations becoming you, a singularity event.

R'AZEL

CHAPTER 10

"You must have an altar in your apartment," Marie said as they were leaving her apartment after an early Saturday morning breakfast. They had been meditating in front of her altar for about an hour; and then Michael practiced giving her a reading using gypsy cards. Marie suggested he should do this by instinct. Trusting his intuition explicitly was new for him. It didn't go so great. He felt confused and his head was heavy with traffic. He hadn't silenced the voices in his head. So they stopped to go for a walk.

She had a statute of St. Martin on the altar. There were other artifacts that represented the Yoruba Gods she honored.

When they would leave her apartment, she would knock on the altar three times and kiss her knuckles and pray for protection before they left the apartment and then give thanks upon her return.

Though she had warned him he could not practice Santeria, she did show him a few things. He was drawn to Oshun.

Oshun is associated with the color yellow, metals, gold and copper, peacock feathers, mirrors, and anything of beauty, her favorable day of the week is Saturday and the number she is associated with is 5.

Five is the number of the androgyny, my sacred number and Saturday is my favorite day of the week. I am always staring at myself in mirrors and once did a performance so I could wear a feather headdress.

I read a story that she had to become a prostitute to feed her children and the other Orishas removed her children from her home. Oshun went insane from grief and wore the same white dress every day until the dress turned yellow. I wonder why I think of myself as the bridesmaid and not the bridge; and I do like to wear white. Aje'-Shaluga, another Orisha, fell in love with her while she was washing her dress and gave her money and precious stones from the bottom of the river he lived in. She married him and got her children back. Oshun had many lovers and husbands.

After his dream about his grandmother's house, Marie had insisted he needed to construct an altar. So they went walking in Central Park on an early Saturday morning looking for objects to place on his personalized altar.

"Everything has consciousness. Everything has a voice," said Marie while they were walking. "You just have to learn to tune into the right channel. It's like turning a dial on the radio to get the station you want."

"I don't listen to mainstream radio. It's all the same mindless chatter. Everything seems stuck on repeat, anything to numb your thinking or feeling. I feel like I'm supposed to just react to keep the ratings up."

She smiled and continued. "Everything is made up of sound. Each thing has a signature. You just have to learn its signature."

"I'm not good at foreign language."

"And you're not good at humor either."

"Okay, I'm listening. So, everything has a voice. That means I can listen to a rock, a tree, the wind, insects, fishes, even things that go bump in the night."

"You just have to believe that you can and let nature take its course. This ability is not foreign to you; you have always had it. You just don't remember."

"You were born twitching the nose. I have sinus problems."

"We all have gifts of spirits. Some people emphasizes is on a particular gift. You will find yours."

"Why can't I just press a button and download it?"

"You're not a computer."

"Maybe I am and don't know it. I do have a girly boner for Data in ‘Star Trek Next Generation'. And you said once that like attracts like."

"Always on stage aren't, you?"

"Well, this is first nature for you; and I'm afraid where Nature will take me. I'm not one who likes dark rooms or hearing a sound in the dark that I don't understand. I'm not sure if I ready to see a ghost. And how will I know I'm actually communicating with something instead of listening to the noises in my head? And what happens if I hear a voice outside my head when I'm in the room alone?"

"Listen through your heart."

"My heart is so congested; so blocked, so exiled."

"Michael!"

Okay, so I should ask whatever object I'm going to put on my altar if it's the right one for me."

Marie said nothing as they continued their walk through Central Park. He looked around; looking for something that would call out to him.