What is Evolution?

“We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
That’s how a young person turns towards a teacher.
That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through the migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.”
— The Story of Evolution
Rumi, 13th Century


Jamaica Oman by Miss Lou

In honour of all the strong and powerful women uplifting the feminine energy on this planet. 

Jamaica oman cunny, sah!
Is how dem jinnal so?
Look how long dem liberated
An de man dem never know!

Look how long Jamaica oman
-- Modder, sister, wife, sweetheart --
Outa road an eena yard deh pon 
A dominate her part! 

From Maroon Nanny teck her body 
Bounce bullet back pon man,
To when nowadays gal-pickney tun
Spellin-Bee champion. 

From de grass root to de hill-top,
In profession, skill an trade, 
Jamaica oman teck her time
Dah mount an meck de grade.

Some backa man a push, some side-a
Man a hole him han, 
Some a lick sense eena man head, 
Some a guide him pon him plan!

Neck an neck an foot an foot wid man 
She buckle hole her own;
While man a call her "so-so rib'
Oman a tun backbone!

An long before Oman Lib bruck out 
Over foreign lan 
Jamaica female wasa work 
Her liberated plan!

Jamaica oman know she strong,
She know she tallawah,
But she no want her pickney-dem
Fi start call her 'Puppa'.

So de cunny Jamma oman
 Gwan like pants-suit is a style, 
An Jamaica man no know she wear
De trousiz all de while!

So Jamaica oman coaxin
Fambly budget from explode 
A so Jamaica man a sing
'Oman a heaby load!'

But de cunny Jamma oman
Ban her  belly, bite her tongue, 
Ketch water, put pot pon fire
An jus dig her toe a grung. 

For 'Oman luck deh a dungle',
Some rooted more dan some,
But as long as fowl a scratch dungle heap
Oman luck mus come! 

Lickle by lickle man start praise her,
Day by day de praise a grow;
So him praise her, so it sweet her,
For she wonder if him know. 


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Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."