Holy fuckballs, Batman. I just made an announcement to end all announcements. Okay, not REALLY really. But it certainly feels like it for me. At least today. Because I just closed down my main mentoring space, as I choose to allow in something that has been percolating for years. Let me take you back a bit…
Nikka Karli
I just made an announcement to end all announcements.
Okay, not REALLY really.
But it certainly feels like it for me.
At least today.
Because I just closed down my main mentoring space, as I choose to allow in something that has been percolating for years.
The year is 2019.
I am teaching my first ONGOING Melanated Kin space.
It is… transcendent.
On a soul level.
I have come undone.
And it is me that is found in the fault lines.
It is me {ME} that I find in the primordial muck bubbling up from beneath the crossroads.
Except… and yet…
And the world is fucking burning.
Again.
We are living in the hospital.
I am running my business and teaching from the family waiting room of the ICU.
I’m also experiencing a wholly unexpected and unprecedented resurgence of my childhood health and medical trauma, because I have not spent this much time in a hospital {outside of previous jobs}, since I was the patient.
My adrenals pretty much shut down.
And it’s my most profitable year money-wise yet.
I can’t even hold myself.
It’s a shit show.
On every level.
I hear that damn line “Just keep swimming…”.
Except, what if the ocean has become too much and I need to rest?
{But where do you rest when you ARE the ocean?}
The sleep-encrusted lens of soul is wiping itself free.
I think I might be able to breathe again.
I think we might be able to breathe again.
And then.
And then.
And then.
And soul just came THROUGH.
With the thing I’ve known since 2018.
Really, that I knew way before that.
And today is the manifestation of and as that day.
It has been one for the history books.
Because the collapse made manifest.
I CHOSE that the collapse became manifest.
And here we are.
HERE we ARE.
In it.
The space betwixt and between.
The inhale was drawn years ago.
This is now, as we speak, the retention after the out breath.
This is the stirrings in the mystery and the void.
This is the embodied evocation of the yes that was wrought years ago.
And this is when those years become the now.
The die has been cast.
I myself have been cast.
And I am inviting you with me.
Wait. Scratch that.
It has already evolved.
Today.
The shift has happened.
It’s time to burn the thunderdome to the ground and to the bones.
To dance and howl and sing over those bones.
To fertilize that ground with the {re}pussified erotica of the Melanated Soul.
There is more to come {and cum}, but for now please know:
To the Erotic Aboltionism™ and quantum business energetics of the diaspora of Soul Refugees.
As such…
You will continue to have various ways to play with me in the Wilds.
My Program Series, Decolonizing As Medicine workshops, and the forthcoming Wild Nectar™ Studio.
The offering of the bones we are about to embark upon… The Refugee Soul:Ship… is simultaneously heading out to sea to traverse the waters and reclaim the bodies of our ancestral remembrance…
And is also coming home to roost and to root.
Creating new docking and new port.
Ushering in the power and magic and medicine of a decolonized revolution that will shake you {and the worlds of your creation} to the very core.
Watch this space.
In the meantime…
My message will simply become even more… Raw. Embodied. True.
Sometimes, we will speak directly to the Melanated medicine and experience.
Other times, we will speak to our Open collective.
Because shit’s about to get wild.
I love you.
Thank you for being with me in it all.
As always…
Here's to your untaming,
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