And then, And then —
And then You give it a title. And then, And then, You begin to see what it means. Or, you don’t. You start some other Way, or, You never “start.” You never take a first breath; have a beginning, because continuity is such that ‘beginning’ really only has one origin.
And You weren’t here for that One.
But, you also were.
You were just a particle—an electron.
And Now, You continue, just like you all ways have.
Scientists, by the way, have no idea why electrons behave the way they do at the particular level. They have guesstimates, which, I think, shows the Art in everything.^1
And the uselessness of not valuing our art.
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I’m curious if electrons may also have souls. Or, perhaps, Free Will that allows them to make their own choices. If they make choices, then we know that, of course, we can only have probability, which can then be ordered into Divination; a set of probabilities organized through a channel, a photograph, a poem; a tarot, bone, water, fire, or sand reading, that, of course, is always responsive to the Free Will of the being and beings that surround its Being in all realms and dimensions.
The web of all relationalities, so to speak.
This is why,
This is how the future is not fixed.
As I have written before—the “future” is not a destination as is often touted and shouted in speeches from various podiums about, let’s say, the devastation of the climate or the filibuster.^2
I had the honor of visiting the long overdue Afrofuturist Period Room at The Met museum in New York and watched several a patron enter—in their breathing masks (missing that irony)—look, pause, and confusedly exclaim, I don’t get it, where is the future? As the room does not contain several spacey objects, knobs and weird sounds—but a hearth-centered kitchen with drying herbs hanging on ropes, books on a small living room shelf, queer self-portraits, and Cameroonian and Xulu Art made of wood, beads, and other broadly-accessible pedestrian materials fashioned into time-less memory portals; its futurism can be flattened by imaginations trained to look for aliens (3). I watched many a western-educated soul, students and ibelievethechildrenareourfuture teachers, huff and puff out of the room or quickly move through without Seeing a thing.
Without knowing how to See.
And it is not their fault—our fault—that we do not know, did not know, have not known.
And now, what will we choose?
What will we Will?
…
The future is a relational practice of Now.
The future is a co-created set of decisions,
Of happenings and loved-out-loud questions
in the only moment where there is breath.
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I am not able to tell you your future; not exactly, though I am learning the art of Divination. I have been asked by my Ancestors to take responsibility for my traditional talents and cultural practices which seems like a wise political and physiological choice.
The role of the Art is to serve the receiver with greater vision in their own choices. It is to illuminate the cosmic web and bring awareness to the relationships that are singing through the strings of time—particularly, the time of the Ancients and the wise ones through the Present vessel of the diviner.
Then, it ends and the receiver makes decisions: “Whatever you touch, you change.” ^4
:: There is always a set of endlessly relational options, decisions, beliefs, denials, sport and holes — a spectrum of possibilities to slip into a completely different Life. ::
And that is beautiful,
For us and yes, for those children, too.
It can be—gorgeous—necessary—and so explosive to explore the
Excruciating, Exquisite, Sublime alternatives to the boring apocalypticism that keeps people feeling small, fear-full and unattached from the breathing world they truly happen to Be.
If electron particles possess Free Will, perhaps it only takes the belief of One Electron to throw the whole of the universe into or out of balance.
Balance, then, is also not fixed.
Balance is a relational motion-state in the web of spacetime.
What is being related to wherewhen,
With Why, of course, left to the Free Will of US, and maybe also electrons, to decide.
So how do you choose your future?
What do you choose?
What Will you choose to think eat practice
Believe speak
withhold promise
Ask keep
Make be
?
Perhaps there can be comfort in knowing that our Choices are never truly in isolation. In a relational universe, isolation is not a state of natural law.
Perhaps there can be change when accepting that We (collectively speaking) have forgotten that natural laws themselves are not choices.
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