Thankful: Wants vs. Needs (A Naree' Renelle Post)

William DeVaughn was a one hit wonder, but his African-American anthem "Be Thankful" still pulls at soul strings worldwide. If you're not familiar with the lyrics, let me refresh you.

"You may not have...a great big Cadillac: diamond in the back, sun roof top, diggin' the scene with the Gangsta lean...Gangsta white walls....TV antennas in the back..."

But, his most sincere wording happened when he uttered "Just be thankful...for what you've got!"

How humbling.

Eye learned plenty of lives ago to be thankful for everything that is already in manifestation, while not always searching for moor. Eye had to re-learn that concept in this incarnation; filled with capitalist trinkets and desires...nevertheless, lessons learned.

How often are we taught, consciously or subconsciously, to want or desire more than what we actually need? Though the good book (Bible) teaches that "the meek shall inherit the Earth," how many people actually conduct their lives with such thought processes? Do you?

This isn't to point fingers, but simply to bring to the light one of the greatest wools over our eyes: and that's unnecessary consumption and consumerism. Eye too have been guilty; it's hard not to indulge, but I check myself when necessary. But Eye do not love my "things" more than Life and the Creator itself.

Some will say money is the root of all D(Evil) energy...others would argue that it is the desire to have money. But a young God put me on to some very true information one day by stating that "nowhere is it written that we shouldn't have the things we desire. It is when those desires outweigh and are prioritized over our spirituality that it becomes a problem." How true.

In our Ancient roles, gold, minerals, oils, spices and plenty of exotic "things" were in abundance in the region we descend from, so it was the norm to have these things. And Eye don't see how those "things" ever stopped us from manifesting our own Heaven on the Earth plane. Our Kemetic pyramids still align perfectly with Orion's belt and still have equations that equal pi or 3.14. (They called that the Pythagorean Theorem and it is clear that this was an Asiatic/ Afrikan concept long before that man existed. However...)

But back to the topic at hand, wanting and needing something have very distinct lines. When Eye rose this morning, Eye thought about my gratefulness for simply having: food, clothing and shelter. That is really all Eye "need" anyway...besides shea butter, soaps and oils :)

But my list of wants could go on and on...an infinite list that will drive a coon-sumer crazy trying to keep up! Eye am thankful to have woken up from this deep coma of coon-sumerism...but still..

Eye just think that each of us could humble our Spirit-beings so much if we overstood how to find that balance between wants and needs. Never did Eye say you should stop having nice "things," for we are Royalty and should treat ourselves as such; but our Spiritual evolution should always be in the forefront of our minds because our Souls will outlast us staying "fly."

The Gods and Goddesses on this plane know that we have work to do: for the uncivilized are our obligation and responsibility of the Most High. If we claim to be descendants of the Most High Mighty one; tapping into that infinite energy, then we have to work to heal the weak-minded from spiritual and physical attacks from the physical oppressors.

With all of this said, remember to just be thankful brothers and sisters, for the things we have and the blessings that are sure to come. Life should just be lived. Outside of Babylon's terms, plans are not really needed; the Earth shall dictate how the wind will blow. Ase.

To all of our ankhcestors that grant us wisdom and serenity, infinite thanks to you as well. Cherish our souls and bring our vibrations in line with the light codes and graciousness of JAH love. Amun.

Be Thankful.

The Priestess.

Empress Crowns (Dread-locs)

Dreadlocs are as ancient as time itself. For as long as our Ankhcestors roamed this Earth, they knotted and twisted their hair in unique ways that showed gratitude and respect to the Most High Mighty One; for these coils are as rebellious, strong and beautiful as our Souls. The Creator makes no mistakes.

For this reason, amongst others, dreads or "locs" may be looked down upon, especially in capitalist, corporate AmeriKKKa. But for my ladies, who stand with me adorned with crowns of glory; locked, or dreaded, Eye have good news.

Most may or may not know that the constant twisting and pulling at the strands of our hair can truly weaken it over time. This is why many times you see people with bald spots or broken dreadlocs; however, these locs are meant to last a lifetime, and for a reason. Our Lion/ Lioness manes are made to give us some cushion, absorb light codes from the sun and overall keep us in contact and connected with the Most High/ Universal God energy. The nattier the roots, the higher the vibrations. Now, ladies do not have to compromise their connection to the Most High with keeping our hair "neat," as our oppressors would call it. Watch!

"Buffalo Soldier: Dreadlock Rasta" ~Bob Marley (the Prophet)

This is the end result of washing, deep conditioning and roller-setting my hair, WITHOUT re-twisting my natty roots. Genius idea if I may say so myself! I kept my roots strong, but still added a headwrap (you can add your own accessories) and some natural green olive oil to make it look "neat"...and Eye am on my way to work!!

Look closely....the locs are still beautiful and they have more body...like a true style. For longer locs, Eye suggest using larger sized rollers to set the hair.

Simple instructions!

1) Wash the hair thoroughly with natural shampoo; try to use something specific for build up in locs.
(I suggest Carol's Daughter Black Vanilla shampoo, Creme of Nature or Mango Lime shampoo products)

2) Towel dry and deep condition the hair with either Mango Lime deep conditioning creme, Creme of Nature or Carol's Daughter conditioner. Let sit for 20-30 minutes.

3) Rinse hair and towel dry again. Take rollers (or coil straws) and roll the hair into curls without re-twisting the roots...you can include the natty roots in the actual curl/ set, but DO NOT re-twist the new growth prior to that; that defeats the purpose.

4) Spray the coiled/set locs with a oil mist and tie a scarf moderately tight around your head to keep the roller set in place. Proceed with business as usual.

(** Eye usually like to have my hair setting a whole day, but 4-7 hours will do the trick as well. If your locs are thicker like mine, you may want to keep the rollers in a bit longer for full effect**)

5) After finished setting, and completely dry, slowly take the rollers/ coils out from the dreadlocs. Use your fingers to comb them out a little.

6) For moisturizing, place oil or green olive oil grease in palm of hands and massage scalp (natty roots). Oil locs until they shine...and voila!

Enjoy Empresses! And remember the nattier the roots the higher the vibration: natural is beauty, and beauty is natural. Take care of these lovely crowns that the Most High has blessed us with. Please leave feedback, questions or comments. Below or at NareeRenelle@yahoo.com


Peaces and Love,

The Hempress Priestess~ ** :)

Lyrical Refugee reflection...

Eye am proud...of myself.

As eye took time to reflect about some things, I have to admit that Eye am...that Naga!

Few reasons...but I'm just sayin...

Just because, I made this mixtape "Lyrical Refugee" in a two week span. It may seem like much pressure...but at the rate I was moving..the Goddess twerked the alchemy!
I was, in some way or another, dealing with an environment I couldn't really breathe or succeed in. No shade, whatsoever, but truth is just truth. The Most High's alignment granted me the opportunity to link with like-minded and spirited individuals that had my best interest in mind. Eye am fully aware that no one can do you how YOU do you but, a power circle helps.

Waves of negativity are sometimes needed to bring balance back to your sphere. This is Universal Law of Balance. The stress, the wondering, the anger that found its way to my sphere the last few weeks stemmed from forces outside of me. But I can't blame the outside forces because I should be so in tune with my Inner Peace that nothing external can affect me: Life Lesson.

But thanks and many praises to those that helped me to make this happen. My producer Lonnie G, Slick- the God, El- another feature artist, Dice for the pointers and featuring on a track, my sister and family for giving their honest opinions and always listening, my manager DCPoet, all of the Royal ones that told me how much this movement was needed, Da Fly 1 for the inspiration and to the lady Byllz for bringing the thought processes to me.

All in all, I can say that this being my first music project, it has a sentimental bond with me. I did indeed put my heart into it, but I do so in everything that I do. "Lyrical Refugee" is but a look into the path eye walk...and will continue to as Eye am on this self-journey with the Most High navigating.

7.21.2012 the magic happens. Let's see how it goes from there :)

*Kush Kisses*

The Priestess.

Fuck What YOU thinking....

Why the Fuck am Eye so annoyed today?

I have no idea if negative brain waves have creeped into my mind or what but as soon as I walked into this plantation, my vibes were off.

And now I know why. I hate to say it, but some Europeans can really bring your energy down. The shit is scientific.

Eye feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders just addressing and dismissing the evil spirits. I don't expect anything more or less from them.

Besides, I am working on this mixtape; ready to be done with it. The only thing holding me back is feature artists at this time, so if they aren't up to finish recording this week, we can cancel that and the show will go on!

Niggas act like they're doing you a favor, but nah, it's the other way around. Anywho, not feeling hungry or tired; just reflective.

Hungry but I don't wanna eat. Sleepy, and I think I am needing my bed, and easily fucking annoyed. I just want this day to go by, so I can go home and be alone. You just need these days sometimes.

I wouldn't say that I really had any mood swings during my last cycle so I could be experiencing those symptoms now. Writing is my outlet point blank; nothing makes me feel better than articulating how I feel. My frustrations, my annoyances; and yes they are quite high because the world has accepted such a high tolerance for bullshit and such a low standard for what is considered real. And Eye pour my heart out because why the fuck not? People are walking around with all this anguish in their heart because of what somebody else MIGHT think; that's the wackness. And that's not opinion, that's fact. WHo really gives a damn what another thinks of you; but truth be told, we all care too much. But eye don't! Fuck yall; foreal.

I could sit and act; but I'm not into winning any grammys so I just cool out and go with how I feel. What I think is Divine because I am connected to Source: the Most High. No more can humans dictate ot regullate how things are going to or need to be. Eye am.

And with all that said; enjoy your fucking Monday or whatever day this is and know that the Goddess is balanced. But then again, I really don't care what you think.

Peace.

Every Indian can be a Chief...Play Your Part!

Back to the money.
This is how we do this honey.

The rebel in society has one of three choices.

1) Totally give in to the system

2) Give into the system somewhat w/ knowledge of "working" the system to personal advantages

3) TOTAL detachment from the system

I am choice #2, because as a (self-identified) inhabitant of Babylon, there are certain things that allow me to live comfortable. I am aware that eye am not totally detached from my oppressor. But that detachment is definitely  in the making as you read.

The Rebel/ Revolutionary that decides to totally submit to the rule of their oppressor is, as many would argue, not a part of the solution, but indeed the problem. I am unsure as to whether or not even call them "rebels" since they have no determination to detach from a society that feeds them (genetically modified foods), clothes them (sweat shop products) and promises them liberty (a slave country to call their own), Life (prison sentences) and the pursuit of happiness (the almighty dollar). However, this is most of the population we share this lovely planet with.


I think the second choice is so complex because we are at a constant tug of war between two worlds. We use what we have (Knowledge of the wayward system) to get what we want (basic physical needs, etc). Eye personally think that these are the individuals who have (partly) mastered the balance between the physical and spiritual plane(s). Here we are, working everyday, shucking, jiving and feeding our masters, but bashing and growing infinitely outside of their watch. I think that's pretty damn great! Personally...


And then the mega-super Rebels who say entirely "motherfuck the system!" These individuals are more than likely entrepreneurs, agriculturalists, naturalists and the like- they have no dependence on societal structures at all. They may live completely off of the land- for Mother Nature does provide everything that we need, and more. Growing their own food, making their own clothes from natural fabrics, self-sustaining themselves and their families through use of Ancient knowledge and their connection to the Earth and ultimately, the Universe.
That's the true freedom. Or is it?


 I say that to say this, we all fit in somewhere in the struggle and must play our parts. Some of us are skilled at economic re-structuring-barter/trade, money, etc and can aid in the rebuilding of Afrikan capital.

Others of us are knowledgeable Master Teachers that can teach us all about the re-structuring of our metaphysical minds to be the Great Nation that we once were. This would include the entire dismantling of the Euro-structured slave mind state.

Others of us, like myself, are healers and guiders. These are the individuals that will re-fuel our Nation with the spiritual ammunition to protect us from melanin attacks on our psyches; instances that the Beast uses to suck our energy. These will be the ones to show you the right diet, mind frame and meditation practices (in everyday living) that will raise your vibrations to enhance optimal living. This is when we will begin to vibrate on our God/Goddess vibration conscious levels. Again!

Then we have the information carriers. Those that just absorb the Knowledge of the Master Teachers and provide it to the masses of the Nation and all those that need to hear.

Some will take heed to the knowledge, most will not though---and that's just the way the prophecy goes, so there is no reason to fret over that loves.

We all have parts to play. We all have roles in rocking the Revolution!

I want to go in so much more depth but I'm rushing and I just wanted to touch on this.

So be the Master of your Destiny and give the greater and highest vibrating part of yourself to the Nation. We love you!

Warm Regards. Peace, Love and Light always.

Marley. The Healer Hempress. MMMWAAAA!

Melanin~Inspired

I be straight up on some shit that makes these Nagas wonder why...
And then I wonder why I even bothered in the first place, but Eye reminds me.
Do yall really know how true my grind be?
Mother of Civilization, but society is so binding
And reminding, of stagnant progress of the greatest Nation ever
Yes, I talk shit about the ignorance, bussing back and full clips
But any given day I ride for a Nubian, my blood...One.

As a Goddess of the Greatest Nation, eye meditate for the healing of those under the sedation
Jubilations, from the Most High, as I pass by
Today and tomorrow...the sky's cry and I am here to hear the tears
The chit-chatter of the Universe

You look at me and wonder why my mind rebels so hard against the lies beat into your Soul for thousands of years
Does my truth fall on deaf ears?
Never. Eye know better.
And my Nubian always make the Earth wetter...our Knowledge raining like Mother Nature's drops.
Shit don't stop.

Just like these fake clocks...the only time I follow is the sun, the moon...the Afrikan monsoons.
Eye Am...whatever you say eye am.
If eye wasn't, you would never say eye am.
Eye am...the Mother.
Eye am...The Healer.
Eye am...the Feeler...
None other realer. Black steeler

The Dark matter of the Universe is what keeps me up late nights, early mornings
Its what makes me less of the lesser when it comes to mournings...there is no death.
Only stress, only lies of what's left. Only a test.

Nubians eye call on thee and I say to live our legacy
But why worry when the Universe is the end all and be all of ALL there is.

Damn, yall feel that?

Eye'm just style-freeing because the melanin hit me and inspired me.
Never will they retire me....
I'm too ancient so fuck being patient.

Read and absorb, something for your skull.

Eternal Love,

The Hempress (Lyrical Refugee)

WHY I NEED THE BLACK/ ORIGINAL MAN (A Post by Naree' Renelle)

I need the Black Man like I need my left lung, because he is the Sun. My Twin Flame...The One.

The Nation isn't complete without the Love and Wisdom of its Father. The Mothers serve just as much, but this one isn't about the Queens.

It's the Kings, that beam the radiance of a Warrior Spirit to protect and provide for the Woman and Children. Zulus, Chakas and such....the glowing and flowing skin that I Love so much. To touch...

I feel that any Nubian Wombman can share with me the electricity that sizzles through your Soul when we see our Black Men, Panther Style, as Huey and Fred demonstrated. To see them united, not killing each other and ready to break down this system that works overtime daily to downpress our culture, History....legacy.

Insecure, alone, targeted, cursed from birth....I feel your pain Black Man. Here we are (Black Women) tearing you down when we should be helping to heal you. For healing you is healing ourselves. We need to heal you from the affliction and curse of being beaten by European chains, as your melanated brothers held you down. Forced to hate another! Forced!

Now that's blunt force trauma.....

You see that? And now you even hate me, your MOTHER! Because you were taught to hate yourself so much. She's ugly to you, right? Undesirable maybe? With her nappy Black hair, full lips and round hips. Maybe that ass is just too phat! Whatever the reason, why am I the one you play for a season? And see the oppressor's woman as the one for the keepig? I'm weeping.
Why should I suffer with your babies and the emotional baggage you left me with? I feed you, read to you, write for you, cook you meals, smile at your presence, let Nature take its course as I sex you, speak your Afrikan language all day but yet you don't want me? Don't need me? I'm greedy?

But baby please I love you, we miss you in our lives. Me, the babies, your aunts, cousins, sisters and wives. Your mamas. Your EARTH- Black Man please come back to us, don't you hear us calling? Don't you hear my eternal call for you Black Man?

Eye promise I won't tell you how worthless or how much of a dog you are, never will I utter the words "you ain't shit" or "niggas ain't shit," defacing your brothers. Promise I will be there is you let me.

Don't you wanna protect me? I shed tears on this page for the deep need in my Soul.

Daddy, where are you?

Did I ever forgive you?

You were not there like so many others. Yet and still. I need you. WE need you.

Don't you hear the little girls crying in the streets? Needing her father. Growing up seeking validation from the opposite sex. Alone, wondering why her most valuable and prized possession did not sustain HIM---all of the men that she has Loved. But a rose is still a rose.

And your sisters, who look up to your masculine energy and wisdom. She can't hide the comfort she feel around you...the big or baby brother (smile).

No matter whom you are Black Man and what role you play, know that you are needed today and everyday.

One day, and eye hope today is that day, the Brothas will come back to us. They will remind us why we Loved them so much the first time around, even though they hurt us time after time. We will have completed such a significant part of our Soul's journey that our entire being will rejoice and re-unify the Nubian Nation.

We will be free again, we will smile and relish in the face of pure, Black Love--melatoned.

I may have just created such a word but Love from a Black Man can do that. His inspiration reminds me of my Power. I willingly submit to you Black Man. Do you submit to me also? Can we be, an Eternity. No matter what, the Creator made us for each other.

So are you coming back Black Man? I need to know.

Because we want, and need your Black loveliness...so much though.

Sincerely signed,

Naree' Renelle and the Sistahs.

Sinsemilla Meditations: All 360...

~The Hempress Speaks~ Sinsemilla Mediaitions; All 360

The One(s)....

Here we go
Another day of the bullshit, my nation so gone
Forced to spit pulpit...
At this moment, in this hour
I roll plenty of sour....
Temptation devour

But we still lift our hands to pray,
Look to the sun for motivation.
Sow seeds and blow trees for inspiration
Deep in lovelaces, mind penetration
Kush kisses from a Goddess put u under the sedation

My melanin magicians, fear not what's hidden from books of his-story
Miseducated fools is where he prides his glory
In a ever burning torch, get crossed not by the fire
Our blackness, dwelling in Babylon's blind desire

Souls tired...running the rat races of wicked society
Black honey dripping, from our mind's entirety
For you (Jah) inspire me, reasons to be my Higher Self
Of struggle, of strife, of thrones, of wealth
Of natty dreadlocs, of untold stories of youth
Of ancestry, combative, volatile with the truth
My sky painted blue, or red with pregnant possibility
Giving birth to church, the lynchings & black hostility

Black probability, scientists, mathematicians
Natural mystic all around you, attuned ones listen
Gold tones glisten, melanin kisses by the Sun
Nation of Supreme Rulers, but this Queen is The One.......

Love's Sweet....?

The whispers, I remember were sweeter than honeysuckles in the springtime
The pain that left me tremors felt rawer than a raw hide
A small tide, the ocean
We took a sip from her cup
Never knowing that the outcome was only, to swim in my ocean of Love
For genuineness was never there, you're like a small child running scared
Never unaware, that it was eye that put you there

I drew a painting, a canvas for young lovers, as lovers would
Enjoyment for the masses, but I ain't no Hollywood
I just highly stood, above the currents, like the library statue
Travels across seas, just so she can have you

Just so she can grab you, and take the rest of your wind
Caramel molasses...like my kiss from chocolate blends
And chocolate friends, like you, come and go often in my World
Chocolate only girl, never been down with the swirl
To swine, no pearls
Gems like a diamond in the rough
Such deception in your stares, so much lust in your touch
The brim ain't enough, that's why my cup runneth over for you
But as I smile, channel lovely, I see Miami waters, blue
And see, they loving the crew
And see, as did you
But see, I'm too through
Love's sweet. But I'm too through.

One Night Stand...a final excerpt before the Novel's 2012 release....

I took a deep breath and exited Neicy’s neighborhood once I dropped her off. I was on my way over Pierre’s house. I know. Pitiful.

He answered the door and stared at me while I smiled.

“Bag Lady” was still playing in my head from the ride over though.

“I guess nobody ever told you…all you must hold onto…is you……is you…is youuuuuuuu!”

“Wassup luva,” I said to him playfully as I walked in the door.

He looked at me and I suddenly felt an urge to leave, a gut feeling. It felt like Pierre was hiding something from me, which I knew he was. But I just ignored it because I had been so eager to get over there.

“Wassup shawty,” he said and stood close to me. I could smell his fresh-out-of-the- shower scent.

Okay, so he’s ready, I thought, convincing myself I was doing the right thing.

He followed me to the basement. His large screen TV was watching me, as I watched him. We talked lightly to each other. The light in the room was an aquatic blue. It was soothing like the waves of a Caribbean ocean. It felt like we were sitting in a painting, a beautiful portrait for Lovers.

He turned to me, continuing the conversation we were having.

“Damn see,” he shook his head and said. “Shit must be real then huh?”

“What you mean? What must be real Pierre?” I asked him.

“This. Us. I’m saying, it’s destiny Naree’,” he looked at me and said. “It has to be.”

His stare didn’t waver and neither did mine. I wanted to ask him more, but couldn’t. Perhaps the honey from his kisses left my lips trapped.

I needed to know if he felt the same way…I hoped he did.

“So, you tired from the weekend? We did a lot of partying?”

“Yeah, but you know I’m chillin’ though shawty,” he said.

I knew that was his way of saying “Yeah, I’m tired. But not too tired to fuck you right now if you want me too.”

“Oh, okay,” I said back. “Yeah, I’m chillin’ too.”

More time went by. We were wasting time. I didn’t know if he was stalling or what.


Just get your black ass up and LEAVE Naree’, I told myself.

No, I have to do what I have to do.


Go ahead and ask him sugah?
She finally came and said after minutes of speculation. I needed the sweet vibration of her tone.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. When I opened it again, the same thing happened.

“You need something to drink? I’m about to go upstairs and get some water,” he said.

“Yeah, get me some too please,” I said back.

He returned with two bottles, gave me one and sat back down. This time, closer to me.

I decided to make my move. I needed to know.

“Pierre, can I ask you something?” I asked him.

He looked at me, the way a man does when he’s nervous. I wished I had picked my wording better but…whatever.

“Yeah, wassup,” he replied with his lips balled.

“Look, I just wanna know the truth Pierre, are you having sex with this woman? And you know exactly who I’m talking about,” I came right out and said.

He looked at me for a few seconds, quiet at first.

“Naree’ Renelle, if you’re talking about Alexis, and I know that’s who you’re talking about, I already told you shawty…I am NOT fucking her. Damn.” He said.

He snatched the remote up and turned the channel. I could see a very visible frown on his face. I sat there, my mouth agape. I had never seen Pierre show such emotion before. About anything.

“Oh really?” I asked, not in a way that required an answer.

“Okay, Pierre,” I shook my head and said.

“What?” He looked over and asked me.

His expression looked serious, and a little disturbed…..but it was turning me on. Lowkey.

“Pierre,” I said in a tone that meant “stop playing. Let’s be serious.”

“Naree’,” he said back, in the exact same tone.

I wanted to laugh a little, but kept my face tight. I just folded my arms and looked towards the television. Nothing else needed to be said, I guessed.

“Naree’, now you know I don’t have one single reason to lie to you about that. I’m telling you, I’m not fucking Alexis. We’re just really good friends. I thought you knew that,” he said after a few more minutes.

I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. I didn’t want to give in that easy, I still had that feeling that he was hiding something.

“Yeah, okay Pierre,” I just looked at him and said.

And what about the bitch you were on the pole with last night? Or the endless women that visit me in my dreams when I’m lying down with you? What about that huh?

He waited a few more minutes before speaking again.

“Okay, what Naree’?” He asked.

I fought to hold back a smile. I could never stay mad at him. All I saw was Pierre. He was all I needed to see.

“Aight Pierre, I believe you, if you insist,” I said. “And because I trust you, I’ll never ask you that again.”

I was trying to take him on a guilt trip for lying, like that meant anything.

“Respect shawty. I need you to trust me.”

He said he has no reason to lie, but what reason does he have to not lie? I still thought.

“But you know I got nothing but Love for you regardless,” he smiled and said. “I got you here with me Naree’…don’t need nothing else.”

That took everything off of my mind. Was my Baby talking to me?

He scooted even closer, like he was reading my mind. It was an afterthought once I laid on the couch, back into his arms. I melted into his space again with no hesitation. I could feel his warmth on my back as his manhood began to rise to the occasion.

“You aight baby?” He asked before he slid his hands to caress my exposed hip bone.

“Yes” I whispered as I watched his eyes.

I continued to eye him while he planted kisses on my left thigh. I rolled my eyes back and lost myself all over again. Pierre….

I felt the room spinning when he moved me to the floor. I wanted to do something different, add some different angles to the way we felt each other’s bodies.

“Okay, so how you want to get into this?” I smiled and asked him as we stood in his basement floor.

He shrugged. “Mmmm…don’t matta to me shawty.”

Shit like that irritated me. Because he was a Scorpio and was supposed to show me some things. But I just took the lead as usual. Nothing had changed for real.

“Ok then, just lie down,” I sighed lightly and said.

Maybe he preferred me riding him and was just afraid to say so.

When he came inside though, it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like the Pierre I knew, the one I had grown to Love. Something about him was off—just like that night he had lied about taking a nap and then showed up on my Tetwork Live-Line. I knew I should have gone with my gut and left when I had the chance. But it was too late to leave. It was too late to leave ever.


“Nah, you’re good baby, trust me Naree’. I’m just exhausted right now, this long ass weekend man,” he shook his head and said.

“Are you sure?” I looked down at him and asked. I didn't know how I felt about a flaccid penis inside of me. I was still on top of him. Was it over?

“Look, trust me. Clearly you’re not the reason baby. You know I been up all weekend, ripping and running, partying since Thursday night. I haven’t gotten any sleep foreal,” he said, so softly.

He came up and planted a few kissed on my lips and face.

“You know if you come back later this week, I’ll have all of me to give. It’s just not a good time now,” he said.

Bad timing, I thought to myself. It’s always a bad time for us.

“Okay Pierre, I’ll see you then,” I attempted to move and said.

He pulled me back onto him.

“Where you going?” He asked and kissed me again. “Huh?”

I just looked on as he put sweet kisses all over my body. I was still fighting my smile. Pierre made me feel just like a little girl.

“I love you Pierre,” I said and looked at him. “And not just as my best friend.”

“And I love you too Naree’,” he said right back. “But you already knew that.”

I smiled, because I meant it.


Oh…My…God!


“Through everything, all the things we’ve been through Pierre…” I said and shook my head.

I couldn’t even find words to describe how I felt. I had waited so long to say it, but still didn’t have anything to say.

“Well Naree’, I think about you when I get up in the morning shawty…all throughout the day, you somehow find your way to my mind, always,” he said.

I was dreaming. Had to be.

“You mean that Pierre?” I asked him, kinda wishing I hadn’t.

“Haha, what did I just say?” He asked me and tilted his head.

“What you just said,” I said back. “I heard you. And I feel the exact same way. I always wanted to tell you that too. Just know that.”

Some of my nervousness had finally loosened up. This was…Pierre.

He smiled at me.

“Yeah, I always wanted to tell you too…when the timing was right. But we back on the same page now, like always. Fuck the lil’ petty shit, you know you’ll always be my best friend Naree’, before anything,” he said.

He gave me a kiss and then swept me off my feet. He pulled my body up with his, carried me to the couch and laid me on my stomach. He started at my shoulders and gave me a full body massage. I was moaning his name that night and he wasn’t even inside of me.

“Remember what I said Naree’ Renelle, no matter what, nothing can come between the way I feel about you.”

Pierre was a smooth criminal.

Today...& everyday hereafter (My Art & Soul)

It's been a while since I took the time to update the world on the things I plan, the ways in which I feel, etc.
But right now I feel free and trapped, motivated and encouraged though. These books are all I can think about. My books.

The first one, that you should already be familiar with is entitled "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie," and it's just....everything to me.

I know, and can guarantee you will appreciate this lovely creation of literature genius that I have put into an urban docudrama. Don't let it sound like a dream to you. Because I'm not just talking. I really have to perfect this novel before I send it out into the world, so you can enjoy and fully understand the message and story. Love rules all, but in the end; we still have to let our Souls fly free. That is one of the major themes of the story. Love, personal freedom, social networking and friendships all take twists and turns. It's real, and it's here. 2012 the world will experience "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie" by Naree' Renelle. Infinite love and blessings. Peace.

An Excerpt from my Novel; "One Night Stand!" ENJOY!! :)

I walked to my car, started it and drove off towards Route 50 toward Annapolis. It wouldn’t take me long to get to the  designated meeting spot.

But had I not whipped back around to Marcelle’s house get my phone charger, I may have been a second too late, or early. The Universe has a funny way of operating sometimes. But in crucial instances, I believe your spiritual guardians strategically place you exactly where you need to be.

I pulled up to the packed Buffalo Wild Wings parking lot driving the Explorer. That was a blessing in disguise since it's very dark tints made me unidentifiable.

What the fuck is she doing here though? I thought.

I saw Alexis Monroe was coming out of the Buffalo Wild Wings, laughing, with a small entourage behind her. I did a double take, although I was sure she hadn’t noticed me. 

How conveniently janky.

I parked the truck in an inconspicuous spot, way in the back of the parking lot. I watched Alexis and her three friends continue to laugh while approaching a black Maxima. One of the girls was dark skinned, with the same height, weight and loc length as Alexis. The other was this girl I recognized from Tetwork. I made sure I kept my eyes on Alexis though; I noticed she was walking at a slower pace. I imagined it was because of the miscarriage incident. I wondered if she came to the restaurant looking for me.

Alexis already knows what the fuck is up man! Fuck she even doing out on the town after she was just complaining about miscarrying a child and all that?

My stomach was on fire, with rage and passion.

And Angel was calling me. Where the fuck had she been this whole time.

Mmm hmm, I wonder if she was inside parlaying with Alexis and the rest of those snake bitches… I hoped not. Angel was supposed to be my genuine friend.

And then I looked over and saw Pierre’s black Expedition pull up, very close to the Maxima. I could hear Gucci Mane’s “Kush is my Cologne” bumping from his speakers.

Damn, how  crazy is this shit here? I thought. I pulled up right on time!

I knew why Alexis' face looked the way it did; Pierre's presence did the same to my expression as well. Her friends got in the Maxima but she stood outside, waiting for Pierre to approach her.

He stepped out of his truck, with a cloud of smoke behind him, and she smiled and swung her locs back a little, feeling herself. He was feeling himself too, he walked up to her with his lips balled, like always.

I saw them embrace and looked on, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe that I just conveniently drove into that shit. It was just supposed to be a humble trip to the Buffalo Wild Wings.

Damn.  I felt myself melt at that moment.

Pierre leaned his lanky body up against the Maxima and she began talking. She was very expressive, using her hands and such. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her with a face of concern.

Angel called my phone again. I pressed ignore and kept my attention focused on Pierre and Alexis.

I read his lips. Damn, true, he said and looked away from her.

She wasn’t facing me, so I couldn’t see what she was saying. I just saw her looking up at him, continuing to move her lips at a rapid pace.

I closed my eyes. I had to calm myself before I stepped out of the truck, being a fool for Love. Was I out of my fucking mind?

I wanted to jump out and spazz on both of them. “What the fuck you doing out here talking to this bitch Pierre?”

I looked down, Robin was calling my phone now. How did she always know exactly when to call me?

Fuck, I thought, getting frustrated. Too much was going on at that moment.

I looked back up, and turned my music down like someone could hear it.

Check this damn girl out.

Alexis had her hands on Pierre’s midsection, caressing him. Pierre let out a laugh but buried his head in his hands.

Nah, don’t hide your face nigga…that’s your damn problem. Always hiding and shit! I said to Pierre in my head.

Then I saw Alexis look down to her stomach, and my stomach reminded me of the foul shit I was into.

And Pierre put his hands were Alexis' were, on her stomach, and began rubbing it a little.

Oh no…

She turned her face to the side with fresh tears in her eyes. My eyes and mouth grew wider.

Ooooh shit, was that his baby? No Pierre! I KNOW you were not that stupid I thought.

I almost moved my truck’s shift gear, flashed the lights, honked the horn…anything to release what I was feeling at the moment. I had to be dreaming, not witnessing the reality in that parking lot.

But when I regained logic, I felt like a real investigative journalist out there. I was in the cut, watching the whole ordeal go down, and nobody knew I was there to see it. Nobody but me.

My face was tight as I sat in my reclined seat. I took a look at my three missed calls again and then Pierre glanced down at his phone too.

After their embrace, Alexis hopped into the front seat of the Maxima and it sped right off. Pierre looked around like he sensed someone watching him before he walked toward the entrance of the restaurant. I had to think fast, I didn’t know what to do right then.

My wired mind doesn’t recollect, but something made me jump silently from the truck, lock the doors and catch up to Pierre’s slow pace. I resisted the urge to privately confront him, so I walked in the restaurant’s door slowly behind him. He still didn’t even notice.

"Black Maaan,” I said out of nowhere, in a sultry tone.

He turned with his eyes wide, and the look on his face was fucking priceless.

“Aww shit…” was all he said. But then he tried to clean it up, “Aww shit, wassup shawty."

He reached for a hug but I declined.

I knew and he knew. Yeah, you fucked up.

Promo Video for my Upcoming Novel! Go Get That!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwz-0j0j4I&context=C33e89bdADOEgsToPDskJbl6-lLE9pKcxj2Z68B5C9

Clovers of Ecstasy

But you should love me, because we both live on this street

A two way pasture of concrete, with flowing heart beats on each end

A lovers’ canvas, covered with the natural flow of our aura

Green lily pastures, honeysuckle flowers and black roses

Paradise.

Where I reside. Would you like to come along on my ride?

Water bluer than the sky, sand crystals that get you high

Sunrises and sunsets with my moans amongst the ambience

Egyptian oils that make my skin glisten…as my hips speak to you, listen

Don’t ask permission

Just start with sweet kisses, cinnamon caresses, brown sugar tongue rolls

Never end, send tingles from my spine to my toes



Is this why you should love me?

No, not the only reason,

because love is forever evolving like four seasons

Is it because of the way I stare at you under the moonlight?

Your eyes dancing as you watch what you like

Whenever you’re inside me, gotta give my bottom lip a bite

Because baby it’s yours, won’t put up a fight tonight

The way I feel you grow against my walls,

Afterwards she’s still thumping, giving your manhood a call

On and on and on, without one pause

Wake up from my dreams and we can start it all

Over………

My bed-leaf clover

Mind Elevation...

Thru my Creation, is mind elevation


A long walk through the...Black Nation

Why I talk Black? Why is that all I see?
Because that is the ONLY....I am the ONLY

Tomorrow is never here, and now is the time I am standing in....therefore it does not exist

If I can stay away from the worry that a earthly mind brings...I can perhaps.....Elevate.

Why I'm Sexy....Why I'm Free

It all started with a conversation about the Yoni- the Hindu term for female genitalia. As I ascend into higher levels of consciousness, the sacred act of sex (more specifically, tantric sex) comes up. Over and over again actually.

As a result, I have drawn some of my own conclusions and coined the concept or idea "Yoni Power." This can be described as my idea of the respect and honor that the feminine sacred place should always receive on a Universal level. It is between a woman's thighs that Paradise on Earth is reached. And from there, the amount of pleasure received can feel galactical. It is through this vessel (the Yoni) that all Life moves. The Yoni is a beautiful and Powerful thing!

As a Black Queen Goddess, I acknowledge and surrender to my sexuality. Like a black kitten that has grown into a full and lively Black Panther...here I am. Sexy, and Free.

Never confuse promiscuity with the sexual energy that Divine beings naturally possess. As a sexual being, sex is a very natural and perfect occurence- it feels good and I believe we should indulge. However, like most things, there are boundaries to be respected. But that there is for another post.

My Kings and Queens of the Jungle, we stand here as the protoype for the Earth's core and I feel so enlightened to share with you the energy I receive from the "Black Man high." He, in exchange, gets high from my essence and nothing is more God-like. I open myself to all of my audience to know that these types of exchanges have been rampant for the last few months of my Life. It's like a phase I am going through as I continue to grasp onto my "Yoni Power." I am sure the Kings I have spent time with are very grateful for this Moon phase of mine (smile).

But anyway, my point is to bring together the fact that sex is not a taboo subject; instead it is Knowledge of Life itself. Nothing on earth is more potent than the elements that can come together when man and woman are engaging in sexual intercourse. Nothing gives me more freedom...and nothing makes me feel more free than taking my Yoni Power back and embracing my very potent sexuality. I am here for a reason, and it is to share this Sex Knowledge of the Most High with you. Let your mind and my body be the vessel that washes you to the shore of Paradise.

So let us not fret about the past or society's views of sexuality...let us create our own! No longer will we look to the mass media to decide who or what is acceptable for the pleasure we recieve in the privacy of our own bedrooms. The day when the women of the world understand, value and appreciate their precious Yonis, is the same day that men will bow at our feet to kiss them- respecting us for the Queens that we are.

Much Love and Peace to the Feminine Guiding Principle that surrounds us all, and her male counterpart that creates balance. Be sexy, Be free...Be bold and unleash your Inner Goddess. This isn't just a post for Women because men too share this feminine principle in their energies. And the man who understands and fully embraces the graces of the woman's anatomy will always be rewarded by the heavens tenfold.

I am Afiyana. And with the Yoni, I have the Power. The Power to spread this Love and Knowledge to you. Peace.

Raspy voice to match my Sashay

This Book...

(my first novel)

Is my Life right now
Part-time

Because I once made Love to her always, with no breaks in between
But other parts of Life took over

Here He comes...(smile), and even some she's.     Goddesses that you insist on denying.

Anyway, I am grateful for the opportunity to present my heart to you...that's what keeps me motivated and stabilized. It's a roller coaster ride to watch it come together, but it's all worth it. It's a process that is making me stronger.

It's alot more than I thought it would be. It takes alot more of myself than I ever intended...but it's a great and wonderful feeling. A certain high I have that lets me know that I am doing what my heart desires.

When you beat to the rhythm of your own drum...Life aligns beautifully.

I am Naree' Renelle...Afiyana...Black Hennessy...BlackSoulRose...E&J....Woman of many names. I have many talents...and seducing you (with or without language) is one of them. You should know this, and believe.

But here I am style-freeing again...I am

I just feel like my Life is like poetry in motion...forgive me if I believe in devotion

Deep blue oceans, marinades made of seashells and lover's sweat....can you hear me?

I hear moans and beautiful kisses at sunrise, at sunset. Especially when it's wet...outside. (Laugh)
When the Earth is damp with her own juices flowing from the skies that she makes Love to, our bodies too should be in motion of a Loved one. In the Spiritual, Physical, Mental, Habitual or...all of the above type of ways.

Raspy voice to match my sashay...
Here I am writing my heart out for this...I deserve it

You deserve to hear my story...I was born for this. I promise you. It's something I feel in my bones...it's something I won't and can't and don't want to get over because it is me...all a part of me.

When I really think about how this book came together...how my Destiny saw it and imagined it and grew with it in real Life right before my eyes...I knew it was something special.

If this post doesn't reach one person...(it probably won't...most people think I am soooo spaced out there LOL) or if it only reaches you...know that this is my hard work. I can't throw it away on anything. And anything that is mine is worth fighting for.

I fight for my Freedom...for my country...for my Family most importantly...and for my independence everyday. This is who I am. I just believe in...everything that believes in me too. Complex woman I know...but to know me, is to Love me. I Love me.

I Am...

Woman of many names...damp with the Earth's rain...Paradise. The waters of my spine are quenched when you come around...is it not Love...or a figment of my mind. Are you here with me?

Hmph!

Yes...this and so much more can be answered in this book. Be not afraid of metaphysics, it's who we are...naturally. I love you.

Tomorrow is not promised but let's promise that we will look forward to it. With Love in our hearts and sweetness in our sashays...Women can heal the world. We can start by healing our male counterparts.

(Black Man, know I always and forever eternally Love you Baby! *3 winks* Oooow!)


Save Black Love...it is...everything that IS.

Am I too BLACK for You??

Am I too BLACK for You??

No really...

Butternut Toffee, Sweet Mahogany Coffee....I Am
Yet you tell me my taste is tart?

Am I...too Ancient in my ways?? Too star-like when I gaze??
Treasures that you can't appraise

BLACK MAN!!

Am I...too melanin-inspired,
Cinnamon-flavored torch to to your Fire
Everything you desire??
One hit of me will take you higher

I walk with the Sun, dance with the Moon
Wash away the world's ills--Afrakan monsoon
Yes, Revolution is coming soon
Hair standing high on top of my head, every eye on me in the room

Citrus honey kisses, golden hips mistress
A taste way past delicious....
Passion-Fruit

Or strange fruit that hangs from trees
Flowers in her hair, Billie Holideez

The Renaissance of Harlem, death comes in threes
Black Leaders, Brown people, the Marcus Garveys

Am I bitter from the stench of Afrakan captives?
Inner-city ghettoes, street-sweeps, pissy mattresses
Blasphemous! Telling me my God isn't Black!
Look at my skin, how perfect is that?

How should I react...to the trafficking of crack?
We lost something down the road, now I'm fighting to get it back...

From your reality, eye am mentally detached
I call it my Freedom...you call it being too BLACK!

Am I too Black? No really...
Born in Afraka....Roots in Philly
Rude gal tank you, sometimes eye be silly...

But still, I have to ask again...really?

I'm just trying to do me brother,
trying to be FREE brother,
show you I'm still your Mother,
Love for you OVER and UNDER cover,
probably will never be another

Soulstress from Down Under
My Voice vibration is like the roll of thunder...

Am I too Black? No really..
Look at me, my eyes...Black Royalty
Look into my heart, so much stone you see

Being Black is just my...actuality.

Black Woman. (An Afiyana Post.)

Goddesses....

Black Goddess, dark in the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Spinning around coconut and orange groves in Islands and Florida
Stopping in Georgia to smell a peach,
Hillside mountains like Minnesota
Her curves, well within your reach
If your hands were to create the perfect silhouette
Her body would be only mutely modeled
Your hands wander and you squrim,
you ain't get there yet
Her eyes mesmerizing you like a young toddle
And a sweet scent of Connamon she left on the Holy Land
Her honey brwon fingertips touching the Soul of Man
Adding more color to the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Arousing many, yet taking no man as a prisoner
To her love and seductress glow though, they would all surrender

Blindly hunted by the meeks of men,
The sun glowing from her face
Her arrogance is well-respected, well-deserved even

Look at her sashay
Natura moevements of heartbeats, eye blinks, baby steps
Like the man whose grazed hands frame her silhouette
As Naturel as crysatl blue water found on Caribbean seas
Her cinnamon-scented kisses leave behind the sand of the world's beaches

Her breath breathes wind at the coolest of times

Her smile as wide as the sky, bright as the month of July

Her skin, still Dark as the darkest of nights
Giving angels their wings for flight

Naree' Renelle Post.

One Night Stand: My Life's Movie (A Novel by Naree' Renelle)

This here is the OFFICIAL Promo video for my first novel "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie"!!!
Summer 2011 is the goal, with your support, prayers and my vision, we can bring this to Life. Enjoy! Naree' Renelle (Love.)




**PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS!! YOU FEEDBACK AND OPINIONS ARE WELCOME!**

Temptress Tiptoe: An Ode to Black Beauties

"The Art of Integirty, the definition of HERstory, all stories. The make-up of the Universe, our Universe. She is the complexity of all experiences; both joyful and painful. The Earth, Mother Earth, golden-bronzed. Black Woman (Wombman). Love, Wisdom, Divinity."  -Naree Renelle'

"She sits upon her regal throne, surrounded by dynasties of old, Pyraminds are her rings, the STARS, her eyes, And when she speaks, her voice rolls, like THUNDER in the Sky."  -Vernon J. Davis Jr.

The Black Woman's image is everywhere, if you really think about it. Though she may come disguised in many forms (i.e. Caucasian women with thick hair and tans), her image is still the roots for Eternal Beauty. The entire world marvels at her sun-kissed eyes; that ignite a passion in men it takes eons to cool. Her sultry stance, her glowing skin, her untamed natural beauty. Be not deceived, nature comes in all colors and with much variety. But the ripe fruit of Afrika called the Black Woman is the Alpha and Omega of Beauty. Ebony Brown Nubian Bliss Black Roses from the Heavens, She is.

How could you ever question the Creator's Divine Glory when you see the perfection of Creation itself everyday in: the Black Woman.



Oh yeah, we come in ALL types of different colors too. You must embrace every mahogany undertone and vanilla hint. The smoothness of our skin is always as sweet as dark chocolate.

Butter pecan, caramel, honey or cinnamon. Any flavor you savor can be found in the Black Woman. Both literally and figuratively speaking. *wink*      

         

This beauty is Ancient, not to be confused with the superficial societal view. This beauty is Sacred. As Black Women, Sacred Beauty is one of our powers. Along with Sacred words, Sacred healing, Sacred cooking and Sacred gracefulness. A picture is worth way more words. You can have a look for yourself:

There are so many things Black Woman represent. Through thte times, through the ages. Our Love, Wisdom and Dedication to Society as a whole is timeless. Everything falls under the tree of the seeds of Life.

STRENGTH.....ELEGANCE......GRACE.

STYLE.....FLAIR....BOLDNESS!!

 A WILL TO FIGHT FOR FREEDOM.

"Only the Strong go crazy, the weak just go along."  -Assata Shakur (pictured above)

The instant AFROdisiac. This creature is everything that is. Everything that you see is blessed by the Black Woman. Why do you think you find her so irresistible?

Much Love to those that inspire us to Live our Life like it's GOLDEN!!!!!!!!!!!

 

And on top of EVERYTHING else, our First Lady is a Black Woman. Now how Real is that??

(All Black Everything....Michelle Obama!!)

So Love yourselves Black Women, know that we are the living example of God's shining Glory. And Love us too Black Men, because it is our nature to Love you. When the Black Man understands the Sacred association with the Black Wombman, and the Black Woman learns to yield her power only for the greater good, we will then we re-ignite the flame of Black Love.

         


ATTENTION: Fellas....and females. Pictured above is neither a "Bitch" nor a "Hoe." Please stop using these names to describe us. And ladies, we must stop responding to these titles and using them amongst ourselves. Rise Up!

Finding the God-blessed feminine energy essence within myself is the driving factor behind such a post. I hope you enjoyed and hope you will be back. The only place we have to go is up...toward the Sky Mother. Love always, Naree' Renelle