The Unknown never
introduced itself to me.
It whispered– ‘you first.’
Written By Meadow Kurova

Opening Eyes to Truths Untold
The Unknown never
introduced itself to me.
It whispered– ‘you first.’
Written By Meadow Kurova

“an act, wake up call or unapologetic moment of becoming suddenly aware of something”
3actunveiled.com

The awakening can be sudden or gradual, profound or superficial, multifaceted or simple yet still impactful and life altering “unveiling” the unseen or unknown changing the future forever.
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Besides this you know the time, that
the hour has come for you to wake from
sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now
than when we first believed.
Romans 13:11

“There once was a little black girl” who grew up to learn that life isn’t always fair. You don’t necessarily get what you want or expect but if you look for the lesson, you may just get what you need with the justice scales balanced. Perspective matters immensely so check out this little story for your own enlightened “unveiling.”
Woman are very powerful. Each woman is also uniquely different and beautiful in their own right. I have met many – – including most of my Umi’s – – who truly value their uniqueness without negatively comparing themselves to other woman. These women have their own interests, style, personalities and dreams. I love these “Divine Feminines” – – goddesses personified in the flesh. My most memorable first encounter with one occurred in college. I spotted her walking with a powerful stride across campus. She caught my attention because of her beauty and style but I also sensed her loving “energy”. As fate would have it, we eventually became friends spending countless hours laughing and sharing our life experiences. What made me consider this woman a gift? This beauty wanted the absolute best for me. She never displayed a competitive spirit and gave the best advice. If I looked terrible for any reason or was not living up to my potential, she was the first person to get me straight (offer her clothes, hair stylist, movie or book suggestions, career or love advice, etc). I will always remember her actions as a “love litmus test” for what a real friend looks and feels like (bonded as sisters – – not by blood but by spirit) . These “Divine Feminines” like to uplift others to their level or above (pushing one to become your personal best). As a result, everyone stays shining like diamonds.
I have also met other women with a competitive spirit full of jealousy and envy (check out my blog entry “Tell the Truth and Shame the Kitty” for a more in-depth discussion). The “energy” around them is the opposite of the “Divine Feminine.” If you ever encounter this type of woman, you will sense it on a primal level. Your body never lies and will react accordingly (uncomfortable, queasy, etc.) so one has to pay close attention. All actions related to competitiveness, pettiness, b!tcha**ness are clear indicators you are dealing with someone who may not be a true friend or have your best interest in mind (aka … frenemy). Toxic energy is “toxic” no matter how you label it. My advice to you is to find women who are on your “energetic” level (positive, supportive vibing women and leave low vibing haters together). You won’t miss wondering or second guessing if you can trust them. Even if they have had a difficult life, you are not responsible for their healing and choices in terms of how they treat people. You may have some compassion for them but reserve your kindness and valuable “energy” for individuals who deserve what you have to offer in friendship.

There is more to this story (2 Thessalonians 3:3) but the main goal should be to surround yourself with women who uplift your spirit. Nothing else will do even though the “haters” have lessons to teach you about self. If you are lucky enough to encounter a “Divine Feminine,” consider yourself a blessed woman indeed.



i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
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i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Written By E.E. Cummings

“There once was a little black girl” who grew up to learn that life isn’t alwaysfair. You don’t necessarily get what you want or expect but if you look for the lesson, you may just get what you need with the justice scales balanced. Perspective matters immensely so check out this little story for your own enlightened “unveiling.”
Love. How many of us ever find real authentic love? I’ve experienced heart break just like ever other girl but I never had a problem meeting prospective love interests. My real problem was knowing what authentic love looked and felt like primary because I never saw it modeled in a healthy way nor did I even truly love myself. I also was not completely trUthful about my dreams, needs and expectations fearing the “bossy” label. Many in my tribe know that I am the original runaway bride (not a label I take pride in having multiple engagements and canceled weddings). Unfortunately, I would wait until the proposal, along with the engagement rings and wedding planning, to scrutinize my love interest according to my hidden “list” of expectations. My internal alarm bell would sound and all bets were off. I always gave back the engagement rings (all different and beautiful) out of guilt and the realization that I would lose in court based upon a Judge Judy episode. You can’t blame me for loving diamonds (Girl’s Best Friend) prompting me to momentarily think about keeping them …LOL.
After my last engagement, I finally stopped blaming the love interests and took a hard look at ME. I had to “unveil” my hidden triggers internalized about love, relationships and marriage. These beliefs and observations came from primarily my family indoctrination fraught with dysfunctional love dynamics and society’s love conquers all fantasy (Harlequin romance novels). Perhaps, I feared being trapped or being in an unloving or abusive relationship. So, I began a years long journey of self awareness and care leading me to a deeper and more profound love of self. I got very clear about my needs and expectations as well as reprogramming my beliefs so that I would become the kind of woman ready for love. During this time, I worked hard but I played just as hard in getting to know me (just like Julia Roberts in the movie Runaway Bride). I took classes to expand my interests including exercise, acting, art lessons, meditation, belly dancing, writing, etc. I went to art galleries and visited different cultural events to enrich my soul. I expanded my taste buds trying new restaurants everywhere and traveled alone to foreign countries to learn more about the world. I also examined and disconnected certain beliefs that made me not be absolutely trUthful when warranted. I became a vibrantly rich woman, not simply monetarily, but in terms of being spiritually alive and interesting with a loving heart. Singh, an Indian guru in my condo building, told me that my loving “energy” for self had become so powerful (unapologetically ME) that I would attract the right suitor by divine right.
My dating effort was born from this foundation. I call my dating catalogue, of potential suiters from this timeframe, my “Frog File”. Since I fundamentally believe love is indeed color blind, I became an “equal opportunity employer” in terms of dating different suiters of various ethnicities, occupations, physical appearance, personalities, socio-economic status, etc. Armed with my list of needs and expectations (assessment questions), I was technically interviewing people (and them me) to see if they met my criteria. No one came inside my home nor did I go to theirs. My plan called for an old fashioned screening process and courtship. Interestingly, I knew whether they met my standards by the 3rd date (if we even made it that far). Some suitors failed miserably (canceling dates at the last minute, drunkenness, rudeness, inappropriate sexual expectations, neediness, etc.) My mother and I had the most incredible discussions during this time because I sensed that she never put a high price tag on her “value” as young woman. It was this knowledge that led me to elevate my self worth to the point where I became surgical in my laser like focus on screening suitors like a trial attorney but with a smile (visualize vice presidential candidate Kamala Harris). There is a lot more to this story (Proverbs 2:11) but the main point is that we attract many different people into our lives. If you become very clear in intention, you might find someone made just right for you – – vibrating “energetically” on your level.


Be Bossy 4 Life


“There once was a little black girl” who grew up to learn that life isn’t always fair. You don’t necessarily get what you want or expect but if you look for the lesson, you may just get what you need with the justice scales balanced. Perspective matters immensely so check out this little story for your own enlightened “unveiling.”
I once worked with a group of women led by a dynamic female manager. Upon being hired, I thoroughly enjoyed the “girl power,” laughter and fireside chats. It really made the work day pleasant as the hours seemed to pass by extremely fast. Our manager hired a new female employee, “Susan,” soon after my arrival, to join our team. She appeared to be very talented and had a powerfully charming presence that was almost captivating. I think her image (tall, modal type, striking features, intelligence, and elegance) was idealized by the other women around me. Everyone received her within the group, including me, admiring her knowledge and personal style. No one idealized her more than my manager, who fawned over “Susan,” treating her like a comrade. This “favor” gave her perks and access to confidential information which was not necessarily granted to non-managerial staff.
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Over time, I started to notice a dramatic change between “Susan” and I into one where she questioned my work at meetings. I’d respond or clarify without defensiveness or hesitation but it became apparent that I was under some kind of scrutiny. Whenever confronted about the alleged minor mistakes, I initially took responsibility but intuitively felt like something unexplainable was being said. Did you ever have the feeling like you had addressed or corrected something already? Yet, there it was in my report. How could I explain this error? Even double checking my work did not end the problem. I soon started to notice items missing from desk forcing me to look for them. Was I losing my mind? Could someone be acting as a “saboteur”(gaslighting in modern day terminology)? My INNER-knowing told me to take precautions resorting to bringing files home or misfiling items so that one would have to know my system in order to find important documents. During this time, I started to notice a shift in the “energy” between me and some co-workers but it was the“icy” treatment, particularly from my manager, that was the most disturbing. She stopped making eye contact with me or even asking for my input. I was perplexed but pretended not to notice since there was no substantial performance issues as far as I knew (missed deadlines, major mistakes, lack of team work, absences/lateness, etc.).
One day, I went to the bank at lunch to get cash for a after work event. I placed the money in my wallet and put my purse inside my unlocked desk drawer. This was not unusual for me to leave it there. Towards the end of the day, I noticed money was missing from my wallet. Thinking I may have inadvertently dropped a few bills while recounting them, I asked my colleagues if anyone noticed a couple of 20’s on the floor near my area. Everyone said no and helped me search except “Susan”. She seemed disinterested and smug only briefly acknowledging my question. My INNER-knowing screamed, “This b!tch is a thief!” I knew instantly that she was also my work “saboteur” the whole time but I had no way to prove it. Since I had learned to ACT on my INNER-knowing, I changed my behavior completely resorting to leaving personal valuables in my locked car (or in the possession of a co-worker who never left her desk), making double copies of completed work, never leaving anything of importance on my desk, and steering clear of this “troubled” employee. The situation really made no sense since she was the “golden child.” I was not a threat to her position or standing within the group. I was obviously furious because no one would believe me if I told them. This led to a minor confrontation with her after I accidentally left an unimportant document on a conference table and it mysteriously disappeared. She was the only person near the board room so this time I asked her if she saw it. Her defensiveness triggered me (in addition to thinking b!tch betta return my money) and I ended up questioning her indirectly with a “hard&black” tone. I didn’t have proof but I wanted her to feel my righteous indignation. “Susan” stormed off to the manager but no one ever questioned me about the issue directly.
My high vibe, collegial workplace now felt isolating for me. Some of my colleagues still talked to me but I could feel the disdain and maybe even a little hostility in some, particularly my manager. It was almost unbearable but I continued to do my job realizing that my time might be limited, if for no other reason than I’m protective of my mental health. One day, a general meeting was scheduled at noon. “Susan” received the morning announcement just like the rest of us, so when the meeting commenced, I was surprised by her absence. My manager, holding back tears, went on to tell us that “Susan” would no longer be working with the company. I was shocked! Wtf!
The employees who had blank expressions probably already knew the reason. A few others seemed bewildered too. Only one person, “Ronnie,” made direct eye contact with me. After the meeting, I quietly asked what happened. I knew she would know. She was also the only person who never changed her treatment towards me. When we had a few moments alone, “Ronnie” told me that money had been missing from everyone’s wallet for months – – (not just a few $20s but larger amounts). They could not determine the culprit so they set up a sting operation placing marked bills inside “Ronnie’s” purse. Before the meeting, security checked our personal items and found the marked bills with “Susan’s” possessions. I was surprised at the sting operation but not the fact that“Susan” was a thief. I told Ronnie that she had stolen from me as well which is why I stopped bringing in my personal valuables. “Ronnie” had observed my changed behavior and told me something I will never forget. She said, “I knew you were not the culprit and I told everyone the same.” She never confirmed my suspicions but it was obvious that some of my colleagues did not agree with her sentiment. I also told Ronnie that “Susan” was sabotaging my work as well. No one would have believed me without concrete proof and her “golden child” status shielded her from criticism. I felt vindicated and grateful to now have the workplace issue “unveiled” for all to see and told “Ronnie” about the mistreatment I’d experienced. I knew she would tell everyone especially those people who judged me incorrectly. Did I feel sorry for my manager who took this loss personally? No, I did not. Did I ever resume the “girl power” relationships with my fellow accusers – – hell to the naw…business relationship only. There is more to this story (Isaiah 41:10) but the main thing to remember is that you should never judge people by outer appearances alone. Shockingly, I’ve encountered many competitive “Saboteur Susans” (both male and female, of every ethnicity, in both business and my personal life) who resort to lying, sabotage and unfair tactics while playing this game called life.



Success is something we all share
Just like oxygen in the air.
The way we live it, is up to us…
With a negative or with a plus
Success is something, we should cherish…
never know, when we’ll perish.
Success is something, we’ve to earn
Choice is yours, Redeem your turn….
Follow your passion, and you’ll be fine,
With the right attitude, you will shine.
Written By Ayush Gangwar
Why are we still playing racial politics with the nomination of vice presidential candidate Kamala Harris? Yes – – She is the first mixed-race candidate of Indian and Jamaican descent to be nominated (who also self identifies as black). Perhaps some think her symbolism, as a person of color, is more important than her accomplishments. During her presidential campaign run for the Democratic party, she was not my favorite candidate (preferring a female candidate with the demeanor and professorial style of former US National Security Advisor, Susan Rice or former Secretary of State, Condolezza Rice). I found some of her responses disingenuous at times and less “academic”. Maybe, it was her propensity to resort to engaging in feminine flirtatious signaling (such as hair touching or tossing, posing and lip puckering etc.) that made me discount her seriousness as a future world leader. Previous world leaders, such as former first lady and Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, or Angela Merkel, German Chancellor and former president of the European Union, displayed very little flirtatious femininity but instead maintained a stoic, matriarchal disposition that seemingly commanded a certain R-E-S-P-E-C-T (find out what it means to me … ). You know – – the kind of regard your older aunt or lead usher at the Baptist church might demand. Who can discount the symbolism of the power “pantsuit” as the preferred attire for most women in political leadership. Presidential candidate Harris also wore the same outfit but she sometimes flashed her beautiful smile and giggled while tossing her hair. “No way,” I thought. I didn’t want my world leader being a “girl” at the wrong time (only hard&black will do).
Since her nomination as the Democratic vice president, I have surprisingly changed my mind about Kamala Harris. Her personal story, as the daughter of two very dynamic and accomplished immigrants, have given her more “color” and “substance” shedding some light on her internal foundation. Her life story is multifaceted as it relates to experiences and being raised by parents who happened to be conscious socially and politically aware. In addition, vice presidential candidate Harris has used her childhood foundation to build a stellar career with a rise to POWER that looks like a mosaic of America crossing diverse institutions and organizations. In other words, the woman has interacted with the best of America, gaining a first hand understanding about its citizenry and how the country works. Let’s review just a few of her career accomplishments:
*Graduated from Howard University, the prestigious historically black college;
*Member of Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA), a historically black sorority;
*Graduated from University of California, Hastings College of Law;
*Established a legal career as both a District Attorney and State Attorney General in California:
*Elected Junior Senator from the State of California;
*Presidential candidate for the United States of America.
Vice presidential candidate Harris is also married, in an interracial relationship, and the step mom to two children that she loves very much. She cares about women’s issues, police reform, climate change, education and a range of other important topics. WOW!!! This, my tribe, is the definition of a bad b!tch!

For all these reasons (not simply because of her ethnicity), I have now joined the Kamala vice presidential bike tour. She is accomplished and tough enough to handle the job – – and look damn cute doing it. Perhaps my perceptions and initial assessment of her “unveiled” my own unconscious bias (sexist indoctrination) about female leadership and what it should look like. This happens to a lot of beautiful women in the workplace. We’re taught that brains and beauty cannot coexist but this belief is absolutely false. Women leaders do not have to be stoic or matronly to rule the world or the board room. As a young woman, I played down my femininity so that leadership would take me seriously. It wasn’t until I met the most fantastically, flamboyant, purple wearing Divine Goddess – – who commanded a board room like no one on this planet – – that I loosened up my pinstripe suits and incorporated elegantly, feminine dresses into my arsenal of corporate wear. Vice presidential candidate Harris might still need to know when to use her femininity to her advantage as others try to pigeon hole her because of her looks. If my intuition is correct, she already understands this subtlety – – just ask newly appointed Supreme Court Justice, Brett Kavanaugh, during his appointment hearings. Perhaps, it was simply “nervous” tension or the willingness to “unveil” her authenticity that led her to express her “divine femininity” at certain moments during the presidential debates.
Kamala means “lotus” and is another name for the Hindu goddess Lakshmi – – the goddess of wealth, fortune, power, luxury, beauty, fertility, and auspiciousness.
Quartz India
As the 2020 election approaches, many Americans will have to decide whether to get on board the Kamala vice presidential bike tour towards the future. The power of the “Divine Feminine” – – the ultimate empowered women with both brains and beauty – – is perhaps here to help shape our NU America.

It’s never too late …..

As schools continue reopening (remotely or in-person instruction), I wondered about the fate of science. More specifically, when did science become so distrusted in this country? In the field of education, the acronym STEM stands for the disciplines of science, technology, engineering, and mathematics which are integrated using a hands-on approach with relevant learning experiences. Most young children love science experiments appreciating the opportunity to test out theories and hypotheses before drawing conclusions. If you ever want to see children “engaged” in learning, just visit any classroom on the day when they get the opportunity to partner in groups performing a lab experiment. Students learn to work together to gather evidence and draw conclusions based upon their own observations, facts and data. Isn’t this what we encouraged them to do in our modern day educational indoctrination system – – to respect and trust science?

If the current political discord was more harmonious, perhaps there would be a different outlook on current events as it relates to science. The field of science has always had a certain mystique precisely because it forces humanity to contemplate and explore the unknown. Science has also had a past history of being used in harmful ways including crimes against humanity and violations so hideous many groups still carry the memories deep within the collective consciousness. Yet, we also still can’t deny the benefits that have occurred as a result of our science expansion leading to a better quality of life for many in this country and the world.
At this poignant time in his-tory, we are all critically listening to our politicians but some are discounting the recommendations of our scientists. Someone needs to explain how we, as adults, have now developed this extreme suspicion of the sciences. The public needs the most accurate, fact based information and data for the best interest of our children, families and educators. No matter what happens in the future, society will have to re-evaluate our commitment to the STEMS curriculum and provide more concrete evidence on its relevancy within any civilized society regardless of the country’s political affiliation or election year. We can’t turn a blind eye to the potential outcomes of our current decisions or the implications for the NU America to come.
‘Black Is King,’ the new musical film and visual album produced by American artist Beyoncé, was recently released to much acclaim and fan excitement. The story, inspired by The Lion King, is told from the perspective of a young African king who is cast out from his family into an unforgiving world. The main character goes on a journey to reclaim his authentic identity and encounters betrayal forcing him to “unveil” his destiny. I have always recognized Beyonce’s talents but I must admit since the release of her Lemonade album, she has expanded her message to include subjects that resonate more for me. The themes related to racial identity, real female empowerment not just materialism, and authentic self love have all fueled my inner fire triggering long term debates within my tribe. The usage of the words ‘Black Is King’ also resonated for me because they connected to one of my unreleased blog posts analyzing another historical word and the negativity associated with it’s usage. I am referring to the dreaded N-word.

Words Matter! The words you use to refer to yourself and others matter. There is a section in this blog that features words every month with their definitions (the etymology, attributes or importance of what the word inherently symbolizes). All words help to create a vibrational vision for how we perceive and give meaning to ourselves, people, places and things. Some words carry high vibrational energy and some don’t seeming to almost guarantee a triggering reaction depending on the context in which and with whom it is used. How often do we ever think about the kind of energy these words possess – – blindly allowing them to manifest into reality? Can some words really be a curse of sorts?
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.”
Proverbs 18:21
The N-word has historical negative baggage with roots so vile and hideous in its symbolism that we still debate its usage today. Its association with racial discrimination, injustice, hatred and violence perpetrated against blacks cannot be denied. HIS-torical evidence shows that the negative sentiment behind the word, intended to degrade and dehumanize people of color, still exists (nationally and globally). In the 2016 documentary on James Baldwin, I Am Not Your Negro, many may not know that Baldwin’s actual statement during a public television appearance in 1963, was “I’m not a n**ger.” To be called the N-word was, and still remains, the ultimate insult for a black person. Even the great writer and thinker, James Baldwin, felt the need to express his outrage outright demanding respect and setting a clear boundary against racial discrimination and oppression. It should also be noted that the film makers made the conscious decision to not step into this controversial word choice replacing the racial slur “n**ger” with a more acceptable term “Negro”.

As stated previously, I like to use the occasional F-bomb or b!tch for affect but this does not include the N-word. On a primal level, I find it offensive as it was originally intended to mean. The historical low vibrational negativity is too obvious for me to dismiss. Yet, I must also confess that I’ve occasionally used a version of the “N-word” (N**ga – – a colloquialism culturally accepted by some within the black community) while singing along to my favorite rap song. Even though as a black person I would technically get a “pass” for using the word N**ga, I’ve also consciously omitted it as well. Something is being said but what? Within rap music, one of the biggest genres dominating worldwide, its usage is prevalent. This point brings me to the obvious hypocrisy about using the the word (N**ga) in practicality. I cannot think of any other culture that generally accepts and uses versions of a racial slur towards themselves and within their collective tribe. Many in the black community have suggested that N**ga, as used between blacks, is a term of endearment (similar to bro, brother, homie, friend etc.) within the culture versus the N-word which is typically used by a non-black person towards a person of color, primarily black, as a pejorative, racial slur. Depending on the circumstance, there is an exception to the usage of N**ga in the instance where it can be used between blacks to negatively criticize the behavior of someone within the tribe. So, what is the real difference between the N-word and N**ga especially since the both words words can assume a pejorative tone? Furthermore, should we stop using the word N**ga too because of the historical negativity associated with the N-word (racial slur)?
In these modern times, the difference, and interpretations, between the two words is dependent upon both the context and the racial identity of the participants using the words. The subtlety of this distinction, however, still leaves room for the occasional misstep. For example, former ‘Bachelorette’ star Hannah Brown was caught using the accepted version of the N-Word (N**ga) while singing along to a rap song on social media. She tried to play it off but got dragged for forgetting the unwritten rule that the usage of the N-word, in any form, is off limits for non-blacks. Since other cultures (non-black) understand that the N-word is an overt racial slur, the ‘Bachelorette’ star had to publicly apologize for her indiscretion. She is not the only celebrity to have made this unfortunate mistake.
Since everything carries energy imbedded within it, I’ve wondered whether rappers and their fans are unconsciously “stereotyping” themselves each time “N**ga is being used too? Many social scientists have suggested that the psychological trauma that ensues from years of internalized oppression and suffering can often lead a stigmatized group to believe those negative stigmas. I could not agree with this statement more as evidenced by many of the internalized issues I’ve already discussed on this website related to authenticity, self identity and self love. We are technically born free in mind, body and spirit but the various indoctrination systems (educational, familial and societal) provide the mind programming to either hinder or elevate us towards our grandest destiny. I believe these systems of indoctrination have failed us all to some degree creating a false inferiority or superiority complex within various groups. Without changing the previous falsehoods and beliefs within the indoctrination process, it is almost impossible to think that the same imperfect systems that originally failed could now lead the charge in reprogramming our collective mindset.


Most non-blacks know that the N-word, even in its many manifestations, should not be repeated, at least not publicly. Is this criticism and boundary adequate? I struggle with this issue because I truly believe that you teach ALL people how to treat you by how you to treat yourself and your own kind (tribe). How then does one demand respect from others if we dishonor our own people? Perhaps, it is now time to change the narrative even if the modern day etymological meaning and usage of the N-word has evolved into something (N**ga) that is more acceptable to some within black culture. After all, we have to set the tone for how we hope to be viewed (as within so without, as above so below). A tribe member and I tested this theory by seeing how we each felt using N**ga versus the word King. We found many ways to use each word in a declarative or questioning sentence. Almost immediately, we found the energy, associated with using the words, to be very different (at least for me). The word King felt more positive and affirming than the other word. I felt as if I was pouring liquid love into my brother (tribe member) than potentially robbing energy from his manhood. This may all sound like a pseudo science experiment but just try it as an exercise and see how you feel within your spirit and body.
Across the globe, people (particularly traditional African cultures), know that the naming ceremony for a child is very important. The phrase, “MY FRIEND, RESPECT YOURSELF,” is a distinctly Nigerian colloquialism implying that one needs to check yourself because you are not demonstrating high self regard. I heard the phrase from Yvonne Orji, a Nigerian actress and comedian from the HBO Show Insecure. Her description of when and how the phrase is used within her culture was hilarious especially the subtle “shade” (insult) implied within these few simple words. How often are we still showing energetically a lack of self respect by using the “N-word” in any form even though some within the black community might consider it to be a term of endearment?

I thought my final musings would lead me to advocate banning the usage of both the “N-word” (yes for sure) and “N**ga” (?) but my opinion changed when I was reminded that words have meanings we collectively give them. The etymology of words can and do change over time. Both the usage and context matters immensely. In Latin America, for example, the words “negro” is a descriptive word used to describe color. “Su color de pie es negro,” means his skin color is black. The slang word “negrito,” or little black man, is considered a term of endearment. Other cultures use similar words to describe skin tone including Italians, Portuguese and Spanish who use the word “moreno” to describe the color brown. They even use color words for white (blanco). Maybe we should take the subject of the “N-word” all the way back to the beginning – – feel the historical context and reeducate our youth – – and then relook at our current word choices again. A cultural revolution, in terms of self healing and societal reprogramming, is needed. This process will not be easy because it requires absolute trUthfulness and systemic surgery within all of our indoctrination systems over time. Are we ready to embark upon a collective trans-form-ation leading towards anastasia (reinvention) in terms of how we see each other? Wake up everybody – – a sea change of positive, high vibrational self identification is on the horizon. So, on this beautiful afternoon I say, “Good day my Kings and Queens”!