Transcendence Hymn

Delivering our steller selves

birthing as RA rise

Pure, with slate wiped clean to pristine satisfaction

we venture out

no rope

but hope prevails still

Still lingering on throughout the daybreak

wake

Finally we set

set down like the sun

Casting shadows as pyramids

seeding our spirit to reap rise

Breaking spells and curses

Chanting good omens

Foreshadowing what will be as we claim fortitude

To withstand everything funneling around us

Singing loud

Our daily offering

Our souls transcendence hymn

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Poem: First Love

First love sweet bliss

Pure but ripe to pick

That someone to love

First love

That one from many

Which love calls to you

No one else can replace a sweet romance

It has always been all about our love

And words expressed

With “I love you” in depth

But as the clouds darken

I remember those rainy days

Though I still believe our love would prevail

In time

The water runs dry

And leaves me

My entire being would cry for you

To un-break my heart

I used to love him

I used to care

And as 10 years past

My heart still sore

Bruised

Yet yearning

In due course

My love soothed and heals

As he spoke two words

“I apologize”

Disclaimer: this poem was created from the universe within me. All photography and original art was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: Wanderer, From In Between

My dialated pupils say

Bliss and to

Whisper sweet nothings

For nothingness begets itself in me

And we rise as one

floating on my feet

but everythings seems as though

It is from a dream

My vision is blinded

Yet I can see

Yet I can see and I scream in realization

Awaken, conscious with what erupted under

While I was under a spell

Bliss is wearing off

Wearing away my matter

As a stream of thoughts

Collide and I wonder

Am a wanderer

I’m rising to the surface

Blacked out and came back again

The haze became so great

So great I neared the point

where real and reality

Became two different things

To bear

Disclaimer: this poem was created from the universe within me. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

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VERSE: Something

Horizon

The day waking up to something

To anything

And sometimes to events we had not fathomed

In between

We living life honorable to our own abilities

Yet we reached and fought and got there

Eventually the sun reached noon

We had more to endure and with a sigh

We had to give up something through it

Through all and everything

Still meditating as we move on

Memories feel like dreams

Eventually

By the time the dawn reach the edges

The porch darkens

Our minds relieved and slumber sets in

The next day, doing it again.

Disclaimer: This poem was created straight from the universe that is within me. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: CHAKRA DIPS

Foreword: Dedicated to my Djehuty. Inspiration. You gave me the ideas.

Anticipation still fresh with you

Ache, aching for what

For you to take every disdain away

Your lips finding mine and…

Your hips finding mine and…

Crackling, fireworks and sublime

Taking me back to climax

With no time to recover my breath

My ripe and tender breasts rise and fall

So full, so awake and alive still

You rouse me again

Taking my heartbeats wondering

Wandering hands lifting sifting shifting

Manuevering motions

Movement momentous

Dipped back you ride on

Pressure applied with major effect

Since you are a natural at making me

Making me trip off of you…

You, the rush to my brain when I take a hit

But you last longer…far longer

Lingering depth, you stand strong

Digging me out, hearing my sighs

Begging you please…please…please

Come inside

Pulling you near

When we are in bliss fits

Releasing in unison

Primal energy

In lower back chakra dips

Erupting profusely

Inducing highs off my cries

Pleading with me to look at you

As you are in me

Giving me spasms still

Keeping me forever suspended in your rapture

Disclaimer: This poem inspired by the love of my life. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: We Are Mighty

Foreword: This poem is dedicated to my greatest love, my inspiration, my Djehuty. You are love. You are loved.

We are beyond

We are diverse, but worthy

We are stars with planets of life and light

We are motion, flying forward and following no one

We are the wind, quick upsweeps and always landing on feet

We are invincible, immortal spirits roaming for a time then…

Travelling back to where we were conjured from

100,000 years or so, bringing back with us eternal knowledge

Wisdom fresh and renown

With all the answers presented in many lifetimes

Disclaimer: This poem was written in whim, from my heart to this blog, for my lover. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

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VERSE: WHERE CAN LOVE KNOW

Lingering in the outer reaches of the universe

CAN

Loving that which was in open

That with cosmic eyes CAN sought out

Unknowingly, Love unconscious of the trail

Left behind

That cosmic eyes CAN sought designs

To perfect, to what purpose imperfect

What CAN saw was mirrored

Reverse universe

To take part in for a little while, Love

A little while became more so home

Digging CAN put treasures in

Now known for where treasures grew

Studying something more divine

Studying himself no less

Love was the opposite to his opposite

Same to his same

CAN cursed it, thinking his thoughts undeserving

Syncing motives with clever intensions

Love was really CAN

CAN really Love

Love asking CAN “are you a god?”

Unknowingly, CAN disowned the thought

Thought Love a threat from learning

If CAN didn’t learn what that Love was before

CAN would Love with out question

Disclaimer: This poem is created off of pure inspiration in the universe that is within me, Het Heru AKA Juana. Please feel free to comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”. This is an original poem created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

BRIEF NARRATIVE: THE CROWNED LIONESS

Without knowing where I came from or where I was going…and…wandering.

Walking along a path, I met a lioness with a flared crown above her head. This fearsome feline bowed before me, quietly. I was so taken back by the gesture that I asked, why?

This majestic creature, somehow without knowing me, felt as though I was worthy, but I clearly did not think so.

My question baffled the creature that it shook it’s royal head while it stepped back three times. The Crowned Lioness with great power and sekhem (might), this lioness that resided on top of a mountain and created and breathed ankh (life), this lioness with the healing waters and lands of the Nile within and took care of her people she loved. She loved for love sake, because it was her nature to nurture.

Then, she gestured for me to follow through the entire path and follow it to somewhere I have never been, a small cave with a pool of water three feet deep, and the walls were illuminated. Projected upon the walls where the water and the light danced in unison, created images. Those images flickered telling a story, about the lioness.

With her feline smirk, she watched upon my face and met my eyes, it was like the universe opened up for a long while. But, then she broke our gaze and looked at the wall. I guided my eyes there and saw the lioness with blood on her mouth and teeth and at war. The disturbing images played as a film on those slabs of gray stone. Wide and wild her eyes darted back and forth to all which she sought to destroy. This path only led her to destroy and feast on herself. Her wrath so hungry she could not quench it until consciousness arisen. Before that, she had to lay tired of feeling nothing but that wrath. The film played on while I looked at the lioness before me with worry and wonder. Her tongue, mouth and fur saturated with gore. Her talons bared and breaking flesh. Fighting because of fear? Unknowing? What had this crowned lioness done? Was this her past, future? Her present was in my presence along the path. She came to me quietly, knowing that I was out here in the world lost and confused about who and what I was and aided to me still. Licking my hand with her tongue, endearingly. Applying a balm to heal me, through my senses, though I had not understood what happened or where I was. Willing to me sanity to break through and find the truth, when no one in the world could.

I could not trust, because I could not trust myself. I could not love, because I did not know that I deserved love.

Instantly, she returned her sights upon me. Seeing I was in awe, she did not advance abruptly but took one step and bowed again. Without protest, I gazed into her eyes understanding, this time with more empathy than sympathy. I am now, where I needed to be again, to see. I am no one, nobody, and everybody all in one. In realizing this, the mighty lioness gestured to me to come closer to the little pond in the cave, where light exuded. Stepping lightly, I then kneeled beside her and looked in.

With my feline smirk and lion eyes, then in that moment a gasp escaped me. The image reflected my true self, which humbled me because I so loved that crowned lioness that rescued me from the path. She was me. That same lioness that was patiently loving me back with her grace, kindness, and strong will. Staring in the pond in disbelief, I then cried in realization of all I have done, suffered and was found again. From deep within the cave, the name was whispered to me as I was still in wonder, “Sekhmet”.

*Sekhmet is the Kemetic (Ancient Egyptian) goddess of healing and health. She is a nurturer and a lover of nature. She is also one of the 7 forms of Het Heru. There is a tale that is told of Het Heru going to earth to avenge her father, Ra, and the form she chose for destruction was a lioness. Sekhmet is the lioness that was eventually guided by the goddess Djehuty, which came to her in a form of a baboon, telling her three stories, reminding her of who she really was until she became her goddess self.*

Disclaimer: This brief narrative or short story was created from my personal experience and my own spiritual practice and understanding. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original work of fiction imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

SHORT SERIES: Blood Tears – Luna Transformatio (Episode 2)

Please read the first episode before reading this one — Episode 1 – https://fruitionsfictionfactory.home.blog/2019/06/24/short-series-blood-tears-immortalia-episode-1/

Week 1

“You are strong enough; I will tell you why…” Tania Kumaran said to Lilia. “You were chosen for a very good reason. I refuse to believe my intuitions was wrong about you. Your blood type makes it possible that this process will only amplify your senses and your majic. I do not make mistakes.” Tania stood with her legs slightly apart, in front of Lilia. Lilia, who was so shaken and broken on the cement floor sitting in a pool of her eternal blood. The blood that made her, the blood Tania sacrificed from her own body to share. To provide a new existence for this fragile being before her. “I’m telling you that you were destined for this transformation. I showed you what I can do. I have the capacity to know the chosen. I’ve been searching since before time was ever recorded. I have had practice and claimed others as myself, to transform. I tasted it in your blood a year ago.” Lilia looked at both her hands. At least her crying and tears subsided. Wasting the blood on tears of regret, it angered Tania.

Lilia, the creature in transformation, just looked at her own bloody hands the entire time as Tania began another speech.  “You were too well informed about this process to have any regret. I told you the process, how you would feel…what would happen to you? I gave you a choice” Tania paused. She realized a few things, Lilia is not emotionally or psychologically sound at this moment, but her physical strength is building into the monster Tania prefers. “Your rare blood type is the secret link to what you will become. Bear with the agony now. I can only support your recovery of the physical transformation, the Luna Transformatio will take place until the moon completes one full cycle. The pain is part of the process.” Of course, as a natural predator to humans will be a big adjustment.

Week one transformation schedule is the most complicated, being that there are physical adjustments due to the change in DNA. Majic is also involved. Majic in this reality is more closely related to nature. Nature is part of majic, how it evolves, bends, alter itself, never breaking. Nature always found a way around or beyond anything. When nature activates, there are three intensions, they are to create, multiply and die, the constant cycle of all life. They are the most important in the balance of the universe. When a star dies, another is actualizing somewhere out there in the abyss. This is also the manner of things here on earth. Energy is just transferred while mass can be altered or eradicated, nature decides. This process is also like the lunar transformation and its transformational stages. First, Lilia will feel the joints, muscles and bones in her body reinforcing themselves. Even in her mouth and jaws there are changes providing elongated canine teeth all which can cause unfathomable discomfort and soreness. During that time, she would switch from eating food to devouring blood. Her appetite will diminish for the junk foods, delicacies and animals she digested as a human. Her digestion will become, simpler. In order for her to survive this process, staving off insanity, she would have to conjure calm in these intense moments. First the pain hits the body like a Mack truck, then as the weeks pass it will become small tremors throughout.

Tania relaxes her stance before Lilia, she began to inform her of the completion of the last physiological stages in a few hours. “Lilia, come here. Follow me to take a shower and rinse yourself of your sorrows, sore joints and muscles. You would have an herbal bath after. The herbal bath would ease the tension in your body. Makes it sigh. No more crying from here on out. No matter what. I detest it. Remember you asked for all of this. Remember?” Tania allowed those last words to reverberate off the walls in the room. Tania moved so swiftly, Lilia only remember blinking and Tania was in another part of the room. Eight feet away, Tania began to whisper to Lilia and said, “Your senses will be heightened, and even a whisper will feel as though it is a roar.” Then, in her normal speaking voice she said, “All of your five senses will become an invisible orb of 360 degrees around you. You will no longer to be grounded by your former human limitations. Sight, taste, smell, touch and hearing will be evolved as well as your intuition and some psychic capabilities. In some cases, projecting mental images to conceal yourself. Though you are biologically stronger, and your body is denser, you are almost weightless. You would move so fast it would look like a blink in time.” Lilia looked at her now, steady and focused. Tania looked at her sideways, a smirk on her face. “First, let us get you out of this place and someplace less…damning.”

To be continued…Look out for the next episode.

Disclaimer: This is a Short Series that I created from my own imagination and at whim. This is the second episode but please read previous episodes first before reading new episode posts. All photography was taken by me. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original work of fiction imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

SHORT SERIES: Blood Tears – Immortalia (Episode 1)

Immortalia

Lilia Caruthers was staring at the full moon, her eyes filled with blood tears. The full face of the moon glowered as she wiped those tears with the inside of her palms and with long delicate fingers. Her precious tears kept falling no matter how much she tried to stop or stifle them back. Without transformation, her yellow-green irises are still their original color, but the once whites of her eyes are now ruby red and rising. The conscious will of the task that she would have to enact made her sob more and her white blouse was filled with gore, clots and rips. Everything intermingled, taking her breath away in between sobs in realization of all this. Every time she looked down at her shirt and her midnight black long hair matted with lifeblood, she bawled more. Streaks of carnage ran down her face forever more, it seemed. If she was still human you would have fainted, or at least passed out from exhaustion. Instead, neither happened, just more gore and anguish.

                “Oh, you are being too dramatic. This is not a play you know. This is the reality of this…this…life that is now yours. I cannot give you hope in this, other than this is the hereafter.” The voice that spoke came from the corner of the dark surroundings. She could see through her new eyes that she was in a square room built with cinderblocks, gray no paint to color them. The floor was hard, plain gray concrete, nothing to give her hope to cling onto as she was very devastated. The only light there was, was the light about her head that shown down from the glass hole above her. The moon looked like it wore a grin now, towering above her. So great in vivid detail, it invaded her space. “Well, there is no going back,” The voice mocked. The shadow danced on the edges where the moonlight and the darkness bordered each other in the dungeon, never stopping to be peered at or known. Lilia began to normalize some, enough to notice that the she could hear distinctly, the shoes that the shadow wore. She placed the footsteps on the right side of her. Closing in unfortunately, as the shadow continued with its soliloquy of disdain and reprimanding. “This is the thing, you asked for this life. Chased it down and begged for it, but now…look at you.” The shadow sucked its teeth. “Already sorry. This is what you get. It is not glamourous. You knew this.” For the first time, they stepped out of the dark to reveal a snarled grin, white but translucent teeth in a face of disapproval and disgust. “You wasted my blood! I wasted it on you thinking you were a fine specimen ready for a challenge for this new life. I almost want to slaughter you right now! If you don’t stop crying…you will leak all the blood left within you and die!” The shadow, now a human-like creature standing before her. Human attributes, some face, hands, legs, but skin slightly ashen and stale, yet an ominous beauty. Eyes overshadowed by thick brows that hooded them. Lilia cowered as the human-like creature stepped closer to where she sat on the floor in gore, ingloriously.

                Lilia looked up to this marvel, her maker, waiting for her destruction or salvation. “I had not known…it wasn’t supposed to be like this…” she sobbed again, both hands over her face now still attempting to obstruct the flow of blood from her eyes. The blood was her will now and she told herself, the blood is your lifeline, please stop crying. This new experience, in her same body that she had a week ago…her body transforming, and she felt it still…Her conscious thought was interrupted. “Those are my tears in you, my blood, my lifeforce I fed to you! Control yourself!” The creature screamed at Lilia in an unnatural pitch. Instantly, Lilia subsided her sobs and looked up, everything soaked in red around her. “If you have no will, I will have to breath it into you. I am trying to help you survive, then possibly, eventually live. This process takes time. You are new to it, like you were just born. Do you understand?” The creature was behind her now. Lilia gasped then said, “Ok…it is a lot and…I don’t know if I am strong enough for any of this.” The creature replied abruptly, “you are strong enough, I will tell you why…”

To be continued…Look out for the next episode.

Disclaimer: This is a Short Series that I created from my own imagination and at whim. This is the first episode but please read previous episodes first before reading new episode posts. All photography posted with on my blog is original artwork and photos taken by Juana M. Gumbs. Thanks so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original work of fiction imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.