“Igbo beaded mail,
Dinkan Scarification,
Ashanti repetitive leaping.
It all bounces.
So too should you”

Neo-Ancient Nubian aphorism.

Once in Time, in an emerald veld of near solitude, Two met.

One Cat and One Stas. Born under different signs. Destined to shine under the same moons.

They agreed, upon meeting, that the old force fields rooted in sonics were necessary once again.

They commenced to make.

It was cold out. They made. It became warmer. They continued. The orb shone from above with intensity.
They continued to make. The trees shifted hues and shed…They made.

In this din, this mantra of making, they became Sisters of a very specific rite. Loyal.
Ethereal. The foundation of empires lost and regained.

In this din the force field grew.

The first time I saw them they glowed. They were palpable amongst the flat.
Regal in a manner that is now mostly forgotten.

Yes, Queens.

Not generic in that description either. Specific.
As in the Queens of some Where. The Queens of some Thing.

Sorceress Queens who dealt in aural incantation architecture.
Possessors of keys to deeper feelings. Unlockers of healing.

I became a devotee to the sonic altars they had, and continue to construct.

One Cat. One Stas. Past Lovers. Present Friends. Future Deities.

THEESatisfaction. Exalted heavenward (outward, spaceward) upon the aurally offered
blood price of heavily scented continuum.

They made me for you.

Enjoy,
EarthEE

P.S.

Change is inevitable and necessary. It is the precursor to transcendence.

- by Maikoiyo Alley-Barnes