Don’t question why she needs to be so free
She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be
She just can’t be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost, at such a cost
—Ruby Tuesday, The Rolling Stones
Nadira Shula Sayyida, or Rare Flame Leide [Lady], is what I consider my spirit’s chosen nomen. I accepted the name and its spiritual resonances around this time back in Tañyi of twenty-thirteen. At that point in life and two years deep in love, my King and I were finally beginning to shape together a concrete future with each other. Subsequently, our spiritual lives had just begun a dramatic and somewhat catastrophic shifting of the unusual sorts.
It was as if all at once we were both hurled face first into an abyss of ever-expanding knowledge, enlightenment, and emotions.
Furthermore, it was at that point that I began embarking on a journey back to self, back to oneness, back to infinite love—and although King’s journey was happening simultaneously parallel to my own, believe you me, our two worlds looked grotesquely avant-garde. From ominously pleasant dreams to straight-up wtf nightmares and secularly biblical revelations our lives went so far left …or right—eh, regardless in the great big sea of life we’ll just say we were tossed and driven by relentless waves many, many times. And in the midst of it all, we were forced to pause—to meditate on life, past, present, and future.
Out of our pause came new names —and those are not to be confused with our native nomens and appellations, our throne names, or our stage names. No, Nadira Shula Sayyida, is the name my spirit chose to insure I, my spirit and my soul, remain anchored in who I am, what I am, and why I have returned to earth plane this lifetime.
You’re just not there yet …
Existence hangs in a constant balance of every cycling cycles—life begets death, death births life…youth begets old age, and old age prepares the way for youth.
As we grow, mature and attempt to make a life for ourselves we’re often faced with underestimation from the generations who’ve preceded us. You know, the age old “you’re too young to understand” or my not-so-favorite favorite “when you get to be our age you’ll understand.”
I love the way they marvel, yet spat—at our inability to conform to a society of old standards, ways and thoughts of living, as if we are not a new generation, birth from the wombs of mothers of what is now the old struggle. Mothers, and fathers who are now accustomed to sporting their years of plumage in a world now teeming with hyperactive ugly ducklings covered in ruffled and half-plucked feathers.
—Biwa & Andestagōnwa ♥
Imagine—dying today and never completing your life’s mission, never fulfilling your life’s purpose. . . #tragic the thought . . . is it not?
At your conception life was given to you—you received your one true mission, your one true purpose, your ultimate life goal. All of the latter only you can achieve by way of finding yourself.
Once you find yourself in this lonely world of faces and chaos of racing hearts there is nothing you cannot find: love, peace, truth, justice, freedom, happiness, fulfillment, wealth, courage…and so on…
See, when you find yourself you open up your very own path to eternal life in the most literal of senses—and it then becomes your duty to follow your mind and spirit through your various degrees to enlightenment, happiness, and wealth.
Success in life is not all about waiting until someone reaches down and hands you your next big break. No, life is all about harnessing your energies, emitting vibrations and tuning your frequencies to form and ride your own tsunami of a wave.
We live today with many expectations. You should expect nothing more from life than a journey—one which will take you high above the clouds one day and deep in the pits of hell the next. And whether each day is good or bad all depends on your vantage point. Are you trapped in a small box, a hall of deceiving mirrors, your own fantastical expectations or have you been like the eagle soaring high above the desert sands lighting atop pyramids?
—Biwa & Andestagōnwa ♥