Go, I Bid You Safe Passage


Sleep is the agency of the mind to rid itself of accumulated junk, rewiring and connecting with the divine. Our vessel the soul, needs replenishing. Why do we chip away at this most crucial time, by using an increasing amount of stimulants–from pills to information? 

I believe this is killing us. The 24/7 life has a discordant relationship with sleep, the very mechanism that sustains our health and mind.

Perhaps it's sleep's association with death, a vehicle that doesn't put us in the driver's seat. This fearful lack of control is enough to keep the TV or music on, or plug into the internet to avoid descent into the unconscious–a tunnel with no perceived light at the end. 

But there is. The light of a new day awaits.

It is my wish as artisan/counselor, to furnish a safe passage to the light by fabricating a protective cover, utilizing protective ciphers of Adinkra and imbued with the power of asé. This will provide a shield of warmth and peace for the journey. Here is my progress.