"The Character of Earth Tigers: Thoughtful, Realistic

People of the Earth element and a Tiger year work with the utmost concentration and know themselves well. As a result, they can express their inner thoughts perfectly throughout life.
Destiny of Earth Tigers: Excellent

Earth Tigers only focus on one thing at a time and do not like to take things as they are due to their adventurous spirit. They always make others see them in a different light due to their excellent performance at work.

They are factual and realistic people with unwavering beliefs who only believe what they see and, as a result, they have the potential to seek the truth. https://www.chinahighlights.com/travelguide/chinese-zodiac/five-lements-character-destiny-analysis-tiger.htm

"May a good vision catch me
May a benevolent vision take hold of me, and move me
May a deep and full vision come over me,
and burst open around me
May a luminous vision inform me, enfold me.
May I awaken into the story that surrounds,
May I awaken into the beautiful story.
May the wondrous story find me;
May the wildness that makes beauty arise between two lovers
arise beautifully between my body and the body of this land,
between my flesh and the flesh of this earth,
here and now,
on this day,
May I taste something sacred.
~ David Abram"

"Two hundred years ago, a child was born into chattel slavery. She grew up to become a liberator. Abolitionist. Diviner. Healer. Nurse. Naturalist. Freedom fighter. Military raid leader. Spy. Scout. Suffragist. Daughter. Sister. Wife. Mother. Aunt. Friend. National Icon. This is the legacy of Harriet Tubman (1822–1913), born Araminta Ross, called Minty in her youth, and heralded as Moses in her extraordinary adult years of emancipatory action."
Insightful poem here by Alexis Pauline Gumbs, 2022
dark energy for Harriet Tubman
1822
the Astronomical Society
of London meets
to write down what they know of stars
in eastern shore Maryland
araminta screams
into an unmeasurable life
1835
sap dark root of love
opening out your skull
praise the girl who watched the comet and knew
praise the girl who tracked the north star and knew
praise the girl who studied herself and knew one thing:
sky is a map
1844
expand the universe
open the wet reflective road
blood bashed temporal lobe
let everything that is not love
escape your skull
like so much stardust
https://msmagazine.com/tubman200/

Livestream @ 12p Eastern • 6 February 2022 • Sunday Gospel Study with Philosopher, Teacher, & Teacha KRS-ONE, Acronologist Minista G SIMONE, Minista SUN-ONE, & The Temple of Hip Hop • Livestream & full video: https://youtu.be/aax3Uzq2UwI • Comments & discussion: https://t.me/TOHHchat • https://t.me/TheTempleOfHIPHOP/335

"John Wesley explains the matter like this:[26]

"Nothing is sin, strictly speaking, but a voluntary transgression of a known law of God. Therefore, every voluntary breach of the law of love is sin; and nothing else, if we speak properly. To strain the matter farther is only to make way for Calvinism. There may be ten thousand wandering thoughts, and forgetful intervals, without any breach of love, though not without transgressing the Adamic law. But Calvinists would fain confound these together. Let love fill your heart, and it is enough!""

"You are the medicine, woman,
If you dare to embody your healing,
If you step out of the life you had,
The life they tell you that you must lead,
And step with shaking faith, onto another path,
A path of healing,
Defined by your boundaries and needs.
🌿
If you are prepared to step out of our sick culture
You will step into the healing place.”
🌿
- Lucy H. Pearce"

I do not consent to the narrative
That being rational
Detached
Dissociated or
Numb
Is more mature
More spiritual
More evolved
More enlightened
More true
Than
The wild tenderness of my
Innocent heart
The shaky vulnerability
Of consenting to
The open cut of feeling
Of that place which is both
Radiant and raw
I will no longer turn away from
The hot and holy mess
That can never be cleaned
And call this progress
I admit that I am
Forest and ocean:
Disorganized Art
Made of Medicine
I commit now,
To learning that language
That will never make sense
To ear or brain
The one of belly and feet and
Deep womb of
Heart
The one that does not explain
A single thing
The one that does not need you
To understand
I do not consent
To the narrative
That I must overcome
How completely out of control
It is
To care this much
To feel this deeply
To hold the entire universe in
My belly
I will not attempt to
Colonize
Or conquer
The wild in me
I will no longer
Pathologise
The waves
I am done pretending
I am not sensitive
When the truth is
My heart is made of a million
Tiny
Insect wings
I bow to the feet
Of the sensitive one
I now embrace
The immensity
Of power
Known
When I walk the razors edge
Of that which is so delicate
You must hold your breath
To hear it’s voice
I am here for the language
That is shaky and
Uncertain
That is slow like honey
So slow the mind
Can’t catch it
I no longer consent to the idea
That the unkempt longings
Of my soul
The unbearable heat of my
Desire
The immaculate fragility
Of my skin
Should be neatly sorted
Fixed
Sewed shut
Or understood
The vastness of worlds
This heart can hold
Cannot be justified
It demands from me
An irrational submission
A Total
Devotion
I no longer defer
To the language, values and customs
Of the conqueror
I honor
My willingness
To be touched by life
To taste the wisdom that is only
Revealed
When I admit
The impossible situation
Of just how entangled
I really am
With every
Single
Thing
I no longer turn away
From the bare naked truth
Of the fact
Of my relationship
To all these Holy Others
To the threads my heart has woven
To the wild truth that cannot be uttered
Even by the most skillful tongue
This is the language
That has been called
Crazy
Irrational
Wounded
Weak
Inferior
And
Immature
But now I am learning
That the wide open truth
That can hold it all
That can pulse with the passion
Beyond reason
This,
Is what I am living for
It is the language of
Soul
And I am willing
Now
To hold the flame
Call me crazy
But this feels sane
~ Maya Luna

'Don Alejandro, “Tata” – 13th Generation High Priest of the Maya, chosen to share the calendars during the time of the 13th Baktun.

https://jaguarspirit.com/2022/02/12/call-to-sacred-fire-for-don-alejandro-sunday-february-13-2022/

Urgent message from Jeronimo, Tata Cirilo’s (aka Wandering Wolf) grandson:

FIRE CEREMONY

Fire ceremony for the health and recovery of grandfather Alejandro Cirilo Pérez “Wakatel Utiw”, Aj’Qij and Mayan spiritual guide.

On the eve of his 93rd birthday, grandfather’s health has been very complicated these days, the unity of our sacred fire unites us with the entire spiritual family to perform a ceremony and prayer for his health.

Sunday February 13, 2022

Hour:
7:00 AM  Guatemalan 
8:00 AM  Colombia 
10:00 PM  Japan 
2:00 PM  Spain 
5:00 AM California U.S.A.  

Virtual connection through ZOOM.
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/88096869963

  Meeting ID: 880 9686 9963

The great creator bless you, family, friends and grandfather we thank you with all our hearts!'

Livestream @ 12p Eastern • 13 February 2022 • Sunday Gospel Study with Philosopher, Teacher, & Teacha KRS-ONE, Acronologist Minista G SIMONE, Minista SUN-ONE, & The Temple of Hip Hop • Livestream & full video: https://youtu.be/Uvqf8To0Xpg • Comments & discussion: https://t.me/TOHHchat • https://t.me/TheTempleOfHIPHOP/348