Mondays belong to the Moon where we recall the dreams unseen. This chapter of who will protect me? had me go back to witness the collective words on the pages. Individualized thoughts of three Black women sharing a common ground: reimagining our own image by courageously silencing accusations clouding judgement. Krista L.R Cezair became curious of the self-discovery of the Black woman who does not see herself as she is seen. Mora Adeyi concludes how everything she once knew is, in fact, a lie and began reimagining self-liberation through intuition and trust. And I, Amanda Moore-Karim (amk), pondered on the understanding of things unseen.

Black women have been forced to navigate in a world with preconceived notions of who we are and who we must be; self-discovery led us down a road of advocacy and advocacy for other women. We allow our visions of a giving world to radiate through purpose, through our work, and our service. We are activists willing to build, lift and provide. We are pioneers of resistance, resilience and radical change. Despite the caricature of the Strong Black Woman, we work hard to defy the masses by recentering our focus on developing new narratives. We recall our dreams of pleasure, safety, acceptance and worth. We envision our desires to resist the violent images perpetuated onto our minds and the violent sexual actions exploiting our bodies. We are women who write, women who love, women who fight, and women who nurture other women.

My grandmother Bettie passed in February 2018 and would soon begin appearing in my dreams, the dreams would be as if she was still here with me. Some morning, as I was in between a state of consciousness, my heart would flutter and I would get excited to know she hadn’t passed. But, when I opened my eyes, I realized I was only dreaming.

In my poem but i cannot see, I ask the question, “but how will i know if i cannot see?” For awhile, I would be in sorrow for intertwining my fantasies of her living with the reality she was gone. This discouraged thought would put the dreams to an end. Then, years later, she would come back on occasion. The rarity of her visits in my dreams allowed me to reimagine a new idea of her presence: there was something I needed to see. Her visits began to fuel me and inspired the body of work I continue to reflect on. My grandmother’s visits would turn me into a writer, a messenger, a beauty product developer, a business woman and a Black feminist. The woman who I looked for in the poem lost and found was her spirit reminding me of who I am. Her spirit continues to work with me and her supernatural existence is everlasting as long as I am real. And soon I’d realize, my grandmother never died. She right here.

***

Tryna tap in? These are my favorite practices for opening the third eye:

Place Mugwort and Lavender under your pillow
Visualization meditation
Bathe in awake* herbal fragrance
Dream interpretation tarot**

*By Fall Equinox, fragrance products for the throat, brow and crown chakras will be introduced to the market as a luxury sugar scrub! Subscribe to the newsletter for updates!

**The Dream interpretation spread includes 5 cards where you can explore the past life influence inspiring the message that’s calling you to address. I offer 45 minute readings if you’re interested in tapping in with me!

Dreams of You