A couple of days ago I was browsing on etsy, looking for a Medicine Bag, my new fetish I wanted to go onlineshopping for, since I left mine in Algeria (a real desert lizard bag all made of the same piece) and probably will never see it again.
Then I couldn’t choose because there were so many ideas I liked but couldn’t find one that satisfied me with more than one of them..
Of course I can do one for myself by myself..
But then I strayed on a new path, finding some of the most eyegasmic bags I’ve laid my eyes on; native Americans, but also turkish, Moroccan and Tuareg bags! Ahh my heart skipped a beat at the prices too.
There is no single doubt that these items are worth that amount, heck with the legacy and imprint some of them have they are even priceless!
But what kind of disturbed me was the fact that honestly if I even had these couple of hundreds in cash, my first thought is is the person who MADE it really going to profit from that sale? The person who had it passed on to its progeny? The young souls that got these gifts for their rite of passage? The orphans that had only thsis to hold on to from his massacred slayn elders? I’m not so sure to be honest.
I do respect collectors and vintage hunters, don’t get me wrong I am one of them. But on the other side, having reflected much about the 'riches of the world' and their true provenance, my own self-sufficiency and sovereignty, my heart pulls me more towards making these sacred items for myself, instead of trying to recuperate something that’s long lost in the past. even more so if it carries astral bloodstains.
I have no idea what energy these objects behold. I have no idea how they came into the hands of the person who sells them now.
It just doesn’t feel right to be honest.
Also the sale being online with no real human interaction..ehh.. I don’t know.. it just feels so off to me. I am a person that loves to be enchanted by a surrounding and a personal vibration and interaction..
Me honoring my ancestors doesn’t really pervade in that sale in my opinion. It feels more like I am paying the colonizer to be able to hold in my hands what has been made by my grandmothers.
So there I was sitting, one side being all creative and overflowing with ideas of craftsmanship, combining different styles, different ideas and ornamental elements, and the other side craving to touch these precious heirlooms, the breathtaking treasures that had vanished from my own heritage before I was even born..
And on the same trail I thought would it be fair for me to purchase some heirloom of another heir that I am not? Would I break a cycle of generational amulets?
Shall I care to be reunited with my cultural heritage or does it even matter?
What culture do I want to pass on? What savoir-faire do I cherish to pass on to the New Earth?
Well what do I do with all that?
I step into my power.
I am a craftwombman.
The realms of creativity of my hands are still only explored on the surface
I want to learn those crafts.
My passion for that kind of artisan is so wide I am ready to gobble up all the intricate techniques, as my fashion studies have provided me with the handiwork backbone.
I’m a creator. And I have so much magic that wants to be birthed through me.
Plus my cashflow has other priorities now and I want to make with what I have. That’s how the ancestors did anyway. They didn’t often purchase hundreds of beads or easily order leather on the internet. I want to live this. Make it an adventure. Challenge my creativity, my problem solving, my engineering. Push the boundaries of modern creation, expand and extrapolate Spirit in Matter.
Make it a sacred and intimate rendez-vous with the supreme force behind all things, all breaths, all cells.
I would have SO MUCH FUN creating my own style
My own heritage may be lost in the ruins of the sand, but I am so much more than that.
I am not even from a single country. I am not even of this world.
And now’s where I think of course; dressmaking taught me well; I am my own impresa.
I can create my own style.
I can design my own patterns.
I can invent my own stories.
I can weave my own poems.
And this is Catharsiopa. What we came together to create together.
Create our Oasis.
Create our Culture,
Create our Know-How.
Create our Patrimony.
Embody the divine sovereignty that God encoded us with.
And the New Earth children will inherit that wisdom.
A gorgeous vibrant blend of sacred design honoring all the elements and dwellers of this planet,and Universe.
Slay with Love,
KPH
