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This Tribal Gypsy got to play with Secu Silla and Tony Vacca thought I would share the love.  There were a few other adults  I sadly forgot their names and quite a few rising all stars that captured my heart.. This was one of a series events for the Turners falls river culture. Since the nolumbeke projects has been doing this healing the sacred falls that Turners killed hundreds of indians in the town has started to raise it’s vibration. This has grown since the first young circle into a day long event full of different activities from all over. I was happy to see a nile/ conneticut connection. I felt like this was the best one yet I was very honored to be a part of it.

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Tribal Gypsy/39

Writing an insightful song to infiltrate

the minds of humans

& well meaning beings

starting fires in your soul

lighting the darkside

forcing dignity

and mindful habits

Zeroing the production of waste

Minimizing coperate greed.

We all have our ways

of lying to ourselves

and deriving pleasure from pain

Filling our minds with positive vibrations

and the magik of creation

this Tribal Gypsy

dances on the graves

of descended masters kissing the fate of all I encounter

With a universal matrix of energy

Healing mama Giai

Tribal Gypsy/ soul love/39

Photo on 11-29-14 at 11.42 PM

Writing an insightful

scheme to infiltrate

the minds of humans

+ well meaning beings

starting fires in your soul

lighting the darkness

forcing dignity and

mindful habits

zeroing the productions of waste

minimizing corporate greed

we all have our ways

of lying to ourself, deriving pleasure from pain

filling our  minds with positive vibrations

This Tribal gypsy

dances on the graves of descended masters

Kissing the fates

of all I encounter

with a universal matrix of energy

healing mama Giai

Indigo’s raising indigo’s/37/soul love saga

fall and winter of 2011-2012 059There is not a day

where I am not tested beyond

the limits of what I can handle.

With my craft and religion

nagging at me,

words fly around my head

unable to find their place on the page.

Due to rage

or running from

one place to another,

 any obligation that roots

me to reality

keeps me from

running free and traveling

down new roads.

A baby mess,

a chlild’s  needs,

all a priority

to the creation of work

that needs space +time.

Kids yearning to thrive

some of them arn’t even mine.

Bouncing through life

with no care for guidance

or respect

indigo’s raising indigo’s.