How To Love The African Goddess
Ariafya LLC: Culturally competent online mental health resource support group...
I know I am new here. But I mean well. Much respect to the Universe. Siyakwemukela! (Welcome in the Zulu Language!).
Based on Dr. Marimba Ani's Yurugu text, I have attempted to include Afrikan languages and symbols to explain mental angst in the community of Afrikan descent. Since I am attempting go fund my business, I still need cooperation with forces of less tasteful faire.
Amazingly, but not surprisingly, I have discovered that there is no word for "mental illness" in the African languages dialect. Mental health challenges are due to trying to live in an environment not meant for royal divinities--I mean, how do you house a Goddess?
So, I identified the next best thing to describe the children of the diaspora awaiting Sankofa and it became an "amerikkklanized Term of 2 KiSwahili words" meaning in combination: Zeal, Enthusiasm, Eagerness, Initiative, Spirit, Keenness, Inventiveness, Health, Well-Being, Strength, Vigor, and Power!
As women of African descent, we embody Ariafya--our rightful place in our Universe--our birthright, it is owed to the Queens, Goddesses, and Angels--the royal divinities. We want to be ARIAFYA or Ari | af | ya (ARE-EE-OFF-YAH)! Ashe...
Why am I focused on mental angst--mental illness--i.e. crazy, for Yurugu, savage not domicile... The best way to describe it to my Afrikan Centered friends is this:
Imagine that you resided and ruled a paradise, but this paradise was beyond our human comprehension and your entities expanded across space and time in the Universe. You in essence could be viewed omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. However, with all parts of the greater peace, like the lotus, it was your time to transubstantiation. And while joyously honored to become a new being, you find that you get born into a world that hates you on the day of your birth! As a Spirituality feels this when you are an infant and you are incapable of communicating, all you manage to do is profusely wail and cry... Then, as you grow, your Spiritual power is violated by subversive people. Your innocence is robbed by perverts who jealously despise your essence. And because of this confusion, all you have left to drive your survival is anger--a fury to drive your power, a resentment for longevity...
As you age, you find it easier to develop self-destructive habits. Disrespecting your ancestors or watoto (children). And since "intelligent based on insufficient standards" sentence you to a life of servitude, hope unrealized, you compensate by performing an unbalanced balancing act until the Universe clarions "HEY!" in your mind--at best all you can manage utterances to the Universe while you sobbingly hovel in a dark corner...
This kind of human pain is so intense where you start to capitulate to "their" ideas, goals, and mentalities that can be classified as insane. And you do it, because you have eat, you have to feed your family, you have to "bale that hay", and "bore those buckets" because the reality is, in order to eat, feed your family, clothe and groom yourself (i.e. to be accepted in to "society" rather than imprisoned by it) you must "sacrifice birthright of yourself"... Your thoughts patterns become rapid, your eye movements are wild, you spend money like you have some, you fight for without reason, you are seen as having outbursts, and at best you can barely manage to wake up in the morning because sometimes you sleep endlessly. Then, your own brain rebels against you telling you, "you are hopeless, useless, worthless, friendless--more or less, and somehow your brain damage causes you to think you should just kill yourself..."
So you commit suicide but you don't die. You do it 3-4 more times, and your still don't die. The last time you try, your heart palpitates and you know you did it after a fight you picked for no reason. As you lie there dazed from the drugs you consumed, you realize the loss of your loved ones, maybe your babies, maybe your partner/spouse. And then you become concerned how they will be left picking up the pieces without even understanding why you wanted to die, wondering the how's, why's and what's of the situation even if you left a letter. Your loved ones will blame themselves...
Then, through Yemeya Kuumba (a great creative power Goddess) gently holds you, like a fresh sea breeze, where she is strengthened sun rays, while Her ocean waves gently roar, using Her deep delta brain waves power, She manages to consolingly speak to you. This power has several names that are part of the Universe. She reminds you of your birthright and emboldens you not to allow anyone, including your hand to take Life from you. The Universe has sent you help, albeit sporadically, but always when you need it. The Kwanzaa of your Asili has commenced, like lighting a spark to generate a star! Upon receiving this gift of consciousness, you learn how to harness that power, wield it to your uses, explore to realize new opportunities, separate worlds, alternative Earths, Pan Dimensional, slowly...
You take hiatuses from your those traditional support areas, pursuing careers rather than jobs, pursuing entrepreneurship rather than shops, pursuing investments rather than consumerism... And, now, you launch your corporation... Then you get told the name of your business is confusing by, guess who, the Yurugu. It is shocking? No. But unrealized potential is lost. And ironically, if you found some kids to make a rap song about it and hype it up, then EVERYONE will want to be ARI |AF| YA!!! LOL...
Ariafya LLC is my brand. It is branding to the sanctity of women of African descent--in praise of the Afrikan Goddesses in the Universe. Maybe I should forget Yurugu's system of definitions, but I also think we need to know the game, so that when the silliness occurs to us in real time, we have action plans in place rather than react in shock, awe and dismay... I am tired of fools under the illusion of inclusion who wind up disillusioned... We just don't need you to move forward...
Kneegrows might be in the house, some might be in the field, but there also was the "runaway"... A stealth one can manipulate his/her world. Isn't that the rightful place of a Goddess anyway?
Join us for a BlogTalkRadio! Friday, May 1, 2009 at 6 PM EASTERN TIME (3 PM PACIFIC TIME) at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ariafya
Akeerah,
Dr. G-
Based on Dr. Marimba Ani's Yurugu text, I have attempted to include Afrikan languages and symbols to explain mental angst in the community of Afrikan descent. Since I am attempting go fund my business, I still need cooperation with forces of less tasteful faire.
Amazingly, but not surprisingly, I have discovered that there is no word for "mental illness" in the African languages dialect. Mental health challenges are due to trying to live in an environment not meant for royal divinities--I mean, how do you house a Goddess?
So, I identified the next best thing to describe the children of the diaspora awaiting Sankofa and it became an "amerikkklanized Term of 2 KiSwahili words" meaning in combination: Zeal, Enthusiasm, Eagerness, Initiative, Spirit, Keenness, Inventiveness, Health, Well-Being, Strength, Vigor, and Power!
As women of African descent, we embody Ariafya--our rightful place in our Universe--our birthright, it is owed to the Queens, Goddesses, and Angels--the royal divinities. We want to be ARIAFYA or Ari | af | ya (ARE-EE-OFF-YAH)! Ashe...
Why am I focused on mental angst--mental illness--i.e. crazy, for Yurugu, savage not domicile... The best way to describe it to my Afrikan Centered friends is this:
Imagine that you resided and ruled a paradise, but this paradise was beyond our human comprehension and your entities expanded across space and time in the Universe. You in essence could be viewed omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. However, with all parts of the greater peace, like the lotus, it was your time to transubstantiation. And while joyously honored to become a new being, you find that you get born into a world that hates you on the day of your birth! As a Spirituality feels this when you are an infant and you are incapable of communicating, all you manage to do is profusely wail and cry... Then, as you grow, your Spiritual power is violated by subversive people. Your innocence is robbed by perverts who jealously despise your essence. And because of this confusion, all you have left to drive your survival is anger--a fury to drive your power, a resentment for longevity...
As you age, you find it easier to develop self-destructive habits. Disrespecting your ancestors or watoto (children). And since "intelligent based on insufficient standards" sentence you to a life of servitude, hope unrealized, you compensate by performing an unbalanced balancing act until the Universe clarions "HEY!" in your mind--at best all you can manage utterances to the Universe while you sobbingly hovel in a dark corner...
This kind of human pain is so intense where you start to capitulate to "their" ideas, goals, and mentalities that can be classified as insane. And you do it, because you have eat, you have to feed your family, you have to "bale that hay", and "bore those buckets" because the reality is, in order to eat, feed your family, clothe and groom yourself (i.e. to be accepted in to "society" rather than imprisoned by it) you must "sacrifice birthright of yourself"... Your thoughts patterns become rapid, your eye movements are wild, you spend money like you have some, you fight for without reason, you are seen as having outbursts, and at best you can barely manage to wake up in the morning because sometimes you sleep endlessly. Then, your own brain rebels against you telling you, "you are hopeless, useless, worthless, friendless--more or less, and somehow your brain damage causes you to think you should just kill yourself..."
So you commit suicide but you don't die. You do it 3-4 more times, and your still don't die. The last time you try, your heart palpitates and you know you did it after a fight you picked for no reason. As you lie there dazed from the drugs you consumed, you realize the loss of your loved ones, maybe your babies, maybe your partner/spouse. And then you become concerned how they will be left picking up the pieces without even understanding why you wanted to die, wondering the how's, why's and what's of the situation even if you left a letter. Your loved ones will blame themselves...
Then, through Yemeya Kuumba (a great creative power Goddess) gently holds you, like a fresh sea breeze, where she is strengthened sun rays, while Her ocean waves gently roar, using Her deep delta brain waves power, She manages to consolingly speak to you. This power has several names that are part of the Universe. She reminds you of your birthright and emboldens you not to allow anyone, including your hand to take Life from you. The Universe has sent you help, albeit sporadically, but always when you need it. The Kwanzaa of your Asili has commenced, like lighting a spark to generate a star! Upon receiving this gift of consciousness, you learn how to harness that power, wield it to your uses, explore to realize new opportunities, separate worlds, alternative Earths, Pan Dimensional, slowly...
You take hiatuses from your those traditional support areas, pursuing careers rather than jobs, pursuing entrepreneurship rather than shops, pursuing investments rather than consumerism... And, now, you launch your corporation... Then you get told the name of your business is confusing by, guess who, the Yurugu. It is shocking? No. But unrealized potential is lost. And ironically, if you found some kids to make a rap song about it and hype it up, then EVERYONE will want to be ARI |AF| YA!!! LOL...
Ariafya LLC is my brand. It is branding to the sanctity of women of African descent--in praise of the Afrikan Goddesses in the Universe. Maybe I should forget Yurugu's system of definitions, but I also think we need to know the game, so that when the silliness occurs to us in real time, we have action plans in place rather than react in shock, awe and dismay... I am tired of fools under the illusion of inclusion who wind up disillusioned... We just don't need you to move forward...
Kneegrows might be in the house, some might be in the field, but there also was the "runaway"... A stealth one can manipulate his/her world. Isn't that the rightful place of a Goddess anyway?
Join us for a BlogTalkRadio! Friday, May 1, 2009 at 6 PM EASTERN TIME (3 PM PACIFIC TIME) at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ariafya
Akeerah,
Dr. G-
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