Technology is Poisonous... Technology can be Poisonous

As I laid in the Sun, all of mi pores began to open up and spew any toxins I had acquired since mi last elemental meditation. Melanocytes danced the fire dance for InI constant activation, preparation and protection of the body. Bolts of lightning surged across mi skin as the electrical trauma was forced into its fate of disintegration. The washing was inevitable. Though it stung a little, the human body that I borrowed was letting go... I was re-membering mi ancient naturalist being as the primary aspect of vitality. The interconnection between all of nature (NTR) and mi Indwelling Divinity had been re-established as the superseed...

In embracing the simplicity of Life first, the Spirit never forgets its mission of beholding that every moment comes as a Divine lesson, a gift from JAH. In seasons of triumphance as well as peril, sharpening is experienced, hence producing a level of refinement unlike any other.

When distactions occur, the relationship between One's humanity and Spiritual existance suffers and can be tremendously stifled. When prolonged periods of time are spent in submission to the technology of artificial mediums like the television, computers, cell phones and any other devices (check the wordplay device-divisiveness-division), there is an absolute division between the human, familial, Spiritual, natural and heavenly bodies.

All things, good and bad, are best received in small doses... As a Life artisan, product developer and entrepreneur, I have greatly benefitted from the integration of technology into mi unique, Supa Dupa Natural realms of business. Google, MySpace, Metro PCS (unlimited minutes, umhum :), FaceBook, Cartfly, Artfire, Blog Talk Radio, Hotmail, Go Daddy, Twitter and, definitely, this Blogger have all enhanced mi work's abilities and, epecially, mi growing global visibility. Most of the internet sites referenced have been avenues of free marketing, which only requires mi Life force, sweat and tears. These mediums all work well, especially for the Independent Artist. There is, however, a fine line between the internalized focus that is required to be a successfull artist and the degree of technology-based momentum required before he or she can achieve global presence, positively.

This year has been, probably, the most demanding year as it relates to internet-based marketing. Seasonal promos, photo opps, events, consultations, online store re-location and more recently, Roots, Trees and Flowers, the Moonstone jewel-dropping sessions with the Beautifull People have kept a Sista moving around quite a bit, both online and about the Earth. It would be an awesome day in the sunshine if I were financially compensated for every hour that I have spent online in an effort to create the degrees of presence, integrity, trust and the foundation for consistent professional practices needed for the work of honeysuckle Moon to be highly regarded a hundred and fifty years from now. These are the degrees that must be upheld in order to remain in alignment with the agreement between mi humanly existance and the Great Mother NTR. This is the work that I will do every day for the remainer of this Life...Forward!!!!!

In the quest for knowing a level of success which supports mi highest freedoms, I have found that, at times, more is required than I can, personally, give. Technology offers much reward when it is much fed... With this said, it would be wise to pinpoint what/who, exactly, is feeding technology. On yesterday, mi body experienced an adverse physical shifting that seemed to permeate throughout all of mi organ systems. Because this attack came through a portal of artificial intelligence, its life span was proven to be internally stressing and painfull, yet very temporary. In a temple that upholds the paths to Life, artificial elements have very little room to breathe and thrive. So, it is fact that they must be released or die. Technology can be poisonous...

So, I simply laid there and allowed the Most High to perform the sacred surgery. As I laid in the Sun, all of mi pores began to open up and spew any toxins I had acquired since mi last elemental meditation. Melanocytes danced the fire dance for InI constant activation, preparation and protection of the body. Bolts of lightning surged across mi skin as the electrical trauma was forced into its fate of disintegration. The washing was inevitable. Though it stung a little, the human body that I borrowed was letting go... I was re-membering mi ancient naturalist being as the primary aspect of vitality. The interconnection between all of nature (NTR) and mi Indwelling Divinity had been re-established as the superseed... Selah!!!!!