“Carl:” An iiiYansaje T. Muse Original Poem in Libation
iiiYansaJMuseI wrote this poem meditating on Carl B. Hampton's memorial painting at his 52nd Commemoration on Saturday, July 23, 2022. Listen.
Carl Hampton: The Cosmology of a Freedom Fighter.
Carl B. Hampton was born in the third decan of Sagittarius season on Friday, December 17th, 1948. His life path number was a spiritual mastery digit of 33/6. The name…
Sankofa 2022: Quarter of a Century
I loved the time we spent communing with nature while the beach was still quiet. It turned out to be just the charge I needed, because this was the Sankofa…
Sankofa’s Eve 2022: The Panel
The Houston Chapter of the National Black United Front was hosting a panel discussion featuring Mama Charlotte Hill O’Neal, known to the orisa world as Iya Osotunde Fasuyi, and Professor…
The Dance of the Whispered Symphony: An Original Poem by iiiYansaje T. Muse
Remember. 400+ years of Jesus named boats The real saviors crucified for me they died, sacrilegiously afloat...
Sankofa 2021: Crowned
I was as a moon charged ray of sun, pouring prayer and positive energy over all I hugged and touched. There were many. There were daughters of Oya, people who…
Caravan 2020 Worldwide Masquerade
Oya and Babaluaiye released something in the air that put the globe on lockdown. I called it “the plague” that created a worldwide masquerade, and this masquerade was creating a…
Sankofa 2019: Grandma’s Lace Curtains
I came across a tiny vintage suitcase full of my grandmother’s white lace curtains. Their touch brought visions of my ancestors, Hmmm….I thought. Why not wear honor them all by…
Sankofa 2018: The Turnaround Trip, the Cemetery, and the Black and White Dog
The weather was cloudy that year...Oya’s presence felt more fierce this year than Her usual sunny breezes. She even put three ancestral warriors on the front and back of my…
Sankofa 2017: iiiYansa, Oya’s New Baby Priestess
As I do every year I go to Sankofa, I took my walk alone for stillness and reflection. This year, something deep happened. When the winds picked up, my spirit…
