http, Patricia,

I would like you to meet Antoinette; Antoinette, I'd like you to meet Patricia.

You danced, today, Patricia, with the Children. Ahanti invoked the Spirit of the Drum, and I gave them meat pies and white cake topped with strawberries as offerings via Ahanti. The Ancestors moved you, inspired you, and continually challenging you.

Oshun brought me to the Market last October. She delivered me once from Jamaica to Florida on a mission to get one of her priestesses out of apathy and back into action. She delivered me once through Chicago to tell me to tell others that Chicago was Her City, Her People, Her responsibility.

Now she has delivered me to Lake and Chicago, leaving me with the knowing that, although Minneapolis, too, is Her City, Oya is in charge of this Market.

I am to support you, Antoinette, Glenn, Walter, Rene and others in using Oya's strength and Shango's (Kabio Sile) courage and power to break down the bramble of ignorance and come together on the path Orunla has determined.

There are many Orisa and Lwa at the Market whom are being revealed to me. You know many, many more. I see Agwe and the Simbi and Ibeji coming forward to assist us without invocation; only supplication and remuneration.

At the October Yoga Festival, the presentation of the "Yoga of the Orisa" isn't choreographed yet. But the spirit of Trust is before us, introducing us to one another, leading us away from Fate and into Destiny.

Blessings,


gaia genevieve