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hum...

🌬

the map is inside
of your womb.

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4 days ago | [YT] | 6

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happy, merry festive greetings to you,

whatever the day means to you, whether you celebrate it or not. just stepping in with a short video, here with a reminder for you. youtube.com/shorts/_NSszpg4Ph...

may peace seek you out and drench every last part of your heart. you are not who you were stepping into this year. celebrate yourself and all you're doing to step even closer to who you really are.

you are magic ✨ remember that.

big love,
Vuyi

1 week ago | [YT] | 9

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amanzi.
metsi.
mvura.
maji
ماء
shuî
água
meetse

speak life into your water and any body of water you encounter.

water holds memory.
She is life.
gives life, to all

we have been unkind to the water.

give her offerings. acknowledge Her everytime you take a bath or shower. when you make your tea and quench your thirst, consider the journey She's taken to find you.

water is God.

She is listening.
She has been watching.
She can only take things for so long.

She is joy
She is love
She is purity
She is The Healer
She is prosperity
She is sensuality
She is feeling.
She is speaking.
She is rising.

The water, our home.

our water systems are so poisoned. I encourage you to pour a jug of water, set intentions over the vessel and let Her rest overnight if you can, boiling before drinking. if you're in the position to, drink pure water or get yourself a quality filter.

if you've had water from a stream, and felt how the body feels afterwards, you would know that water is alive and gives us life! our intentions, speaking into the water, singing and chanting for her, brings her back to life and harmonizes the water to be medicine as it enters your system.

we're remembering...

ndau 🌊

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1 week ago | [YT] | 3

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the call right now
is to remember our
true nature...

the teachings are
above us,
in the gaze of
the sun
the first song
of the morning
the walce of
the clouds
the wetness, beneath
your feet inside of
the forest
or that patch of grass
somewhere inside the city
the silence behind
closed eyes
and the echos that
call from your heart,
if you'll hear them.

nature outside
takes you back
inside
the nature of you,
and when there's
no nature,
the sound inside
the silence,
the awareness of
the body of you
takes you there...

you don't have to
be exiled
from the primal
parts of you.

remember
remember...

🍃

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2 weeks ago | [YT] | 3

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“one human life is deeper
than the ocean.
strange fishes
and sea-monsters
and mighty plants live in
the rock-bed of our spirits.
the whole of human history
is an undiscovered continent
deep in our souls.
there are dolphins,
plants that dream,
magic birds inside us.
the sky is inside us.
the earth is in us.”

― Ben Okri, The Famished Road


we are here,
conjuring
the codes
we laid down
eons ago.

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3 weeks ago | [YT] | 5

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Hey, hey

Hmm... There's a feeling that approaching midlife brings. I cannot be sure if its reaching the midday of my life, more than it is a standing at the foot of the debris I've uncovered over the years that has me feeling this way. The gunk that was once inside of me, I now look at in a detached and unphased kind of way from a distance. 

Its my birthday today. I wanted to step in to share my sun and to thank you for still being here. Much has been moving in my life, as I'm sure its been the same for you, but I'm here, and am back, more full, more grounded, more clear, bare and with more audacity as the year sharpened me. 

We are not the same. 

Playing small is no longer an option. 

On this day, over the last several years, I've preferred to hermit and reflect. This time around, I'm here, celebrating, playing, and just basking in the gift that is being. As wild as its been, I am so thankful. Awed. And just excited at who I've become and what that means for my life ahead. There is also a relief at where we are as a people waking up and remembering themselves. I've put to sleep all the skeletons that shackled me to my past. 

This image was taken about a year ago. The painting to my right looks different today than at its beginning stages but its an important piece because it helped to push me into the direction of the dreams I've been aloof about. Aloof, with a generous serving of shame and fear. Fear of being seen, rejected, misunderstood, taken advantage of and and and. And shame. Shame of not having known better. Of having behaved a certain ways because of life experiences. Around this same time, someone tried to convince me that they could tie my shoes better than I could. I believed them. In the end, rather disturbingly, I learned that unless someone has been in your very shoes, they can never tell you how to tie, or even walk in them. 

The working title for this piece is 'forced removals'; or seppuku: a form of Japanese ritualistic suicide by disembowelment, originally reserved for samurais as a code of honor; or isipoki which means a haunting ghost in isiZulu - title tbc. 

Creating is a very intimate, sacred and personal experience. An experience not of you but borne through you. So you can imagine my heartbreak when it disappeared. The events surrounding this painting and the ways it was treated are strange, ugly and don't even make sense, but were the alchemist in pushing me into the direction I've been nervous to fully walk. And also, a living analogy of how I've let myself be treated for a long long time. How I've treated myself. Someone treated my he(art) like trash and for the first time, in defense of it, and the place it had come from, I fully accepted that I am indeed artist, and that I was no longer putting up with being treated poorly. Ha! The irony. 

Its weird, I know. For the first time, art... my art, that I'd not fully appreciated, understood or accepted myself, led to a self acceptance I'd long prayed for. Into a clarity of how I'm wired, even if by way of a knife. It taught me about the dangers and obstacles that will continue to find me until I fully embody the things that are me. Of the confusion that comes when our mind is filled with the voices of other people. 

Sometimes, people may seem to have everything materially, and we may assume that they know better because of it. But that doesn't necessarily mean that they have worked on their internal world and have themselves rooted in deep. That the foundation of their soul is well and alive. 

Our pace is not and cannot be the same. Our so called "arrival" is uniquely timed. The world lied to us about esteem, respectability and value. I know individuals that may appear to "have nothing", but carry a wisdom, kindness and light no amount of money can buy. I know you know them also. I know they deserve the world. 

What is inside us only we know. And I'm learning that we can only know what else lies beneath by actually walking and listening to the path, and taking what may seem a risk... what may look like madness. I'm finding that its a matter of believing ourselves. Others not understanding what we lay down, the gifts we carry, or the voice we've come with doesn't mean that we're empty, or not worthy based on the things they've place value in. No. Our paths are complex and vast and those of us who remember the charge of the call know like we know that it was never meant to be easy, or sensical. Or straight. Or this upsde down. The program was coded to oppose what's true. The road becomes murky when we think we need a consensus on which way our soul knows to go, or, when we misjudge where our body and nervous system actually are. We hurt ourselves when we forsake our inner compass. 

We are always on the path - even when we off-ramp down a side road. We make our way back.l having gained from the backstreets.

That path is narrow. Those on it, few. The time in the desert is part of our initiation here and that to be stripped bare is to know God. To keep your face turned towards the heavens disrupts the ways of here. 

So. I stand here, approaching the midday of my life unafraid of not making sense. Of having miscoloured shoes, or appearing to be off from the checklist the world has deemed is a requirement. I'm unafraid of not having it all figured out. Here, claiming what's dear to my heart ✨ I no longer have the energy to pretend to blend in with a world never made for me. Its tiresome. 

Let's just say I have less shxts to give. I'm thawing out of the freeze state that kept parts of me tied and lost to old collective agreements. I've grieved, buried, kissed and blessed the versions that got me here. 

Our authentic versions are coming fully online, sthandwa. Are you coming along? 

This has been my birthday rant 🥳 Thank you for getting this far. 

Sukuma, ses'fikile
Vuyi ᥫ᭡


Vuyi 

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3 weeks ago | [YT] | 5

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Hello beloved,

How is you heart? How is your body? Where's your mind at?

I've struggled to find the words. The last few months have felt like years and so much change occurs from moment to moment, day to day. The space we're in feels so tender, so unknown, so loud and yet utterly still. I thought I knew what a liminal space was, but this area feels like we've never been in it before.

And I don't believe we have.

The earth is breathing differently and our bodies feel it. So many are awake, now. So many of us are remembering and the world built around us becomes this stranger we cannot recognize with each passing day.

Remembering is a kind of death. Awakening from a dream hurts the heart. We're grieving now. For what we thought we were. What we thought this world was. For the past, present and distant futures. And for the invisible other things that have been lodged deep in our bodies and subconsciously - individual and collective.

There's so much more to this moment but still, I'm struggling for the words. So I hold onto my breath, the silence and let the greater infinite thing move through me.

Let it move through you. Give yourself grace, gentility and patience. Rest. Rest. Listen. Tell the fear something more profound is in the drivers seat and let the things wanting to fall away, fall away. The masks. The emotional contracts. What is draining.

Our intuition has never been louder.
Its time to truly trust it now.

May you have faith in the invisible hand initiating you into what's true.

Much love, Vuyi

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memory.
the one we must forget.
and the one we must remember.

memory.
the one that
waits at the base
of the spine

memory.
the sweetness,
the path...

what you're experiencing
is your resurrection.


ᥫ᭡ vuyi

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dear lonely hearted dreamer,

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