Mysterious.
Until I come outta hermit mode for a minute to show myself.
And when I do. It’s a barrage. Like ratta tat tat, ticketty tappety on the keyboard of typepad or whatever. For days! For months. I’m not quite there yet. but regardless…
Lemme set up this podium up for a minute and let people know.
Me: I AM!
Yall: YOU ARE!
Me: A COMMUNITY ORGANIZER!
Yall: YOU ARE?
Me: YES! I AM!
Yall: where at?
And that’s when the mysterious person (me) breaks out receipts upon receipts about all the spiritual, art, and educational programs I’ve initiated and fostered over this long (you gettin up there gurl!) life.
I’ve known for a long time that my mysterious personal life conflicts with my bouts of activism. And guess what?
There’s nothing I’m willing to do to change that.
I’ve intensely investigated my charts, my various itas (google it) and astrological readings up down and around and mitigating the bipolar nature of me the “secret squirrel” Scorpio being vs. the gregarious, loud, fun loving Gemini character, is just not worth it at this stage. The widely used quote I’ll borrow from my 86 year old Aunt Teresa “it is what it is”, has been said out loud by me daily ever since Uranus left Taurus.
Soooooo. Even though I like to write this log as if I’m talking to myself, imma veer off for a minute to extend my hand to the outside world that is my Substack. For the umpteenth time, I have left Instagram. The shadow banning has defeated me. I lost the fight. And not that I get any more love here (which I don’t), at least I can express myself on my own terms and earn a few nickels here and there for doing so.
Whaaaaaa whaaaaaa.
Cry over.
Now on to the news. This year my very private community of “spiritual nerds” will be meeting up in Philadelphia in August for our first in person convening. We have been hanging out for over 2.5 years online mostly and I finally get to hug a large majority of them IRL
As we get closer and closer to the date, I get more and more overwhelmed (as they know, I use this word as a positive). I feel like my heart is going to explode. These Black and Indigenous women and femmes have held me (up and) down.
My purpose was to help them heal and what I received in response was larger than I ever thought possible.
Now it’s our turn to just be together and have some fun and learnings and growth. And did I say fun?
This is all being done within auspices the of a non-profit I founded over three years ago;
Middleton-Cooke Farms
And what would a non-profit be if it wasn’t asking for some help.
It is what it is.
Especially now. Money would be nice. BUT for this event, things would be even nicer. Things like:
Yoga Mats
Large pillows
Clean Blankets
Water
Art Supplies
Snacks
Group Dinner at a local Philadelphia restaurant
Now. I created a page for y’all! Before the “where can I get more info?” even enters your thoughts, here’s another link to our;
Donation page
But you can DM me in this here app as well.
Thank y’all for reading this. I hope Substack lets you see it. I get it: The Revolution will not be televised, but it certainly will be shadow banned.
It is what it is.
Transmission Complete
Kat Out!