On The Day He Left Heaven

I wrote this some time ago. It's my personal poetic telling of the Christmas story as I understand it. I thought I would share it with you all during this Holiday season. For those of you who celebrate Christmas, have a merry one. And for those of you who do not Happy Holy-Days which ever ones you celebrate. One God...One Love...One...

On The Day He Left Heaven

All heaven was silent
On the day he left
Though his mission was of love

The Cherubim ceased to sing
The Seraphim quieted their wings
For he had descended from above

And yet on earth
They bustled and hustled
As though nothing was new

None of them realizing
Love, peace, and goodwill
Would come with the midnight dew

The men were worried
About Rome and its taxes
And the women were worried about the men

While Mary and Joseph
Wandered about the city
For no one would let them in

Gabriel and Michael turned their heads
So they would not have to see
As God the Father whispered
“This is the way it has to be”

Finally there was one soul
Whom God had touched
He said, “There’s a stable out back
I know it isn’t much”

“We’ll take it.” Joseph said
Wanting his wife out of the night air
And God the Father smiled a little smile
As the angels began to prepare

For Mary’s time had fully come
She was about to give birth
Everything was set in motion
It was time for Jesus to enter earth

So God the Father
Searched the earth
To see who he would tell

And it was not
Jewish dignitaries
To whom the honor fell

“See those men right there
The shepherds at rest
We’ll tell them first
That would be best”

And he sent the angels down
To tell the story
Of the beautiful Christ child
Just sent from glory

They told them
He would save the world
From all its evil things

They told them
Of the peace, the joy
And goodwill he would bring

They ascended back to heaven
And those shepherds they left behind
Decided that this Christ child
They would try to find

So Michael and Gabriel
Weren’t quit as said anymore
‘Cause they knew his mission was of love

But they still wished
That he didn’t have to
Descend from above

And during various points
Of his time on earth
They turned their heads
So they wouldn’t have to see

And God the Father
Would still whisper
“This is the way it has to be”

But all of heaven was silent
On the day he left
Though his mission was of love

The Cherubim ceased to sing
The Seraphim quieted their wings
For Christ had descended from above

Compassion: A Key to a Life of Miracles

The most amazing thing about Jesus Christ to me is not his might or miracle working power. It is his immense capacity for compassion; the kind of compassion that didn’t allow him to ignore the plight of those around him. The kind of compassion that moved him to do miracles. Wow, could compassion be the key to a life of miracles; the ball that gets the whole thing rolling?
I mean think about it, if compassion compels you to do good to others from a place of understanding (Matt 7:12) then you are standing in a place of gratitude for being in a position to help. Likewise the person you are helping is also in gratitude for receiving at your hand. You have just increased the energetic vibration of abundance on the planet. Most traditions teach that Spirit (God/Goddess) loves a selfless and willing giver (2 Cor. 9:7) and that what you put out comes back to you (Gal. 6:7). So if we give of our time and resources out of a place of compassion and a true willingness to give we set in motion the universal rhythmic dance of giving and receiving. And the more we give, the more that is given to us (Luke 6:38).
That brings such clarity to Jesus’ words “…greater works than these shall he do because: I go to my father.”(John 14:12) He understood that once he relinquished his physical body, his ability to attend to the physical needs of those here would be restricted by physical law. He also realized he was just one as a physical being but we who would hear and understand his teachings were many. Collectively we could raise the vibration of the planet, by our sincere acts of compassion, to such a high frequency that miracles would become a much more common occurrence. Which I believe is why he encouraged us toward compassion by reinforcing the commandment to “love thy neighbor as thy self” Even going so far as to put it on near equal footing as the first commandment to love God(Matt 22:36-39). What completely amazing potential. We could actually realize those universal wishes espoused by pageant contestant the world over: Ending world hunger and peace on earth. And live a life that is truly miraculous in the process. What revolution could be born with the embracing of this “law of compassion?”

I Write

Original by Kenyetta Chinwe(Angela Y. Brown)

I write from my abundance

I write when in lack

I write when the sun is shining

Or when the sky's pitch black

I write 'cause my soul says I have to

I write 'cause my words are my tears

And when my body has left this planet

My words will last for years

I write 'cause each line conveys a feeling

And each feeling is my song

when I write I'm completely honest

No worries of right or wrong

I write the thing I cannot say

Like what you mean to me

When I write it's not just words

I'm writing my soul free

And when it's all over

And I pass into life's night

I'll leave these words to tell my tale

"I Write"

Performance Art

Original by Kenyetta Chinwe(Angela Y. Brown)

My performance art
Is my performance heart
Pretending to love this life I am living.

Acting like my nine-to-five
Is all that I need to keep me alive
While down inside my soul is dying.

Putting on the show
So folks won’t really know
That in reality I am a sellout.

I sold my hopes and dreams
For a loaf of bread and a pot of beans
And the comfort that comes with a weekly check.

But now that I’ve counted the cost
And surveyed what I have lost
I’m trying to figure out how to buy it back.

My performance art
Is my performance heart
Trying to convince myself I don’t miss the stage

That it’s alright to work for the man
As long as I get all you can
And “so what” if I end each night crying.

Mourning the loss of my creative fire
And all that burning desire
Now eats away at what’s left of my sanity.

Trying always to ignore
The pain bubbling deep within
And persuade myself that ambition is vanity.

But is it vanity to crave elevation
To want to climb out of your situation
And live a life where you can get paid for what you love to do?

Who said “I’d always have to work for somebody”
And never really get to be happy
Tell me does that seem fair to you?

My performance art
Is my performance heart
Putting on shows daily for the masses.

But this performer’s tired of this act
So I think I’ll pack my sack
And move on down the road to happiness.

Show’s over!

Our Mother-The Holy Spirit

“Sometimes I feel like a motherless, child a long way from home.” ~Traditional Negro Spiritual~

I was born into a very religious family. My father was a Pentecostal preacher. Both of my maternal grandparents were Pentecostal preachers. Five of my mother’s eleven siblings were preachers. Did I mention I come from a very religious family? (Smile)

Growing up in such a rich protestant Christian community exposed me to Christian scripture early and the many and varied expressions of “the one God” that lay within its pages. I saw God as Father and all the things “father” symbolizes in a patriarchal society; protector, provider, disciplinarian, leader, authoritarian. I also saw God as Son; obedient, sacrificial, compliant to “the will of the Father.” But where was the Mother?
If it is truly “in earth as it is in heaven” Surely there had to be a feminine aspect to God. The concept and design for woman had to be based on something. After all it is said the conversation was “let us make man in OUR image…male and female created he them” It was the missing piece of the story that I always wanted to know. The question I needed answered.

Over the years of my life my relationship with the Almighty Mighty grew and with it my appreciation for how spirituality was express throughout the world and in diverse cultures. I began to study and research about the spiritual practices of many different indigenous people throughout the globe. The more I learned about these other expressions of divinity the better I understood my own. I also discovered a recurring theme that appeared in most of these practices; a balance of masculine and feminine. There was a coming together of male and female to create, protect and guide humanity. If it was present everywhere, surely it was present in the spiritual teachings of my own religious expression as well. Another thing I noticed was the forms that the aspects Masculine and Feminine took in other spiritual practices. I saw the male aspect portrayed as conceptual, ethereal, and abstract. Though Spirit, He expressed in a very mental way. He was often larger than life and always seen apart from one’s self. I witnessed female being portrayed as tactile, tangible, sometimes sensual, but most importantly a presence that was ever available and always with you; even in you. As I returned to biblical study with these archetypal constructs it was easy to see there was a feminine aspect, a Goddess, if you will who remain shrouded but still very present.

What do we think of when we think of femininity or female qualities in the traditional sense? Some words that come to mind are comforting, nurturing, helpful, encouraging, guiding (in a motherly sense). All these are words that are used to describe the Holy Spirit in the bible. Equally when you look at the female principle expressed in other religions you not only see the previously mentioned qualities you also see strong, powerful, transformative qualities in their female deities. These are also words that are used to describe the Holy Spirit in the bible. She had been right in front of me the whole time

I do believe that it is ”in earth as it is in heaven” and just like on earth when a child is deprived full access to all of her origins she feels incomplete and is perpetually searching to fill the void left by ignorance. So it is spiritually when we are deprived of the full knowledge of our origin. Yes I know as Christians the main aspiration is to be in the image of Christ. But even he explained himself as the “expressed image of God.” He had a role model in which he could find himself, a pattern to emulate. As females following his path how do we see ourselves? I also know that “there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus,” but as a Christian female is there no eternal expression of divinity, that looks like me after whom I can emulate? Let us not forget that though the men who wrote the scriptures were inspired by the Almighty, they were still men subject to the times in which they lived. And those who translated those texts from their original languages to English were also subject not only to the time in which they lived but also the dictates of the governments they worked under.

I am sharing this as a revelation that I have found to be true in my life. It has deepened my relationship with the Almighty; having this understanding that there is a part of the Great Divine that looks like me. It has been a homecoming to a universal truth that I believe was always meant to be know and understood (Matt 13:11). She who has ears to hear, let her hear.

*If you are interested in the subject matter in this post I will be offering a two day workshop that deal with it more in depth. Stay tuned for times and dates.*

~art by Hrana Janto~

PhemSoul?

PhemSoul is 'The Soul of being Divinely Feminine'. Kenyetta Chinwe is the 'Priestess of PhemSoul'.
In my pursuit of art, creativity and spirit I have found that there is a beautiful 'Divinity' present in the nature of femininity, and I works to embody that 'Divine Beauty' through my music and all my creative expressions, both secular and sacred, because there is no secular. All is sacred. I studied Classical Vocals and Musical Theatre at Howard University. I studied crochet at my Mama’s knee. I studied creative writing and fashion design in the faces and styles of the nameless many on the streets of Miami, D.C., and Atlanta. As the daughter and granddaughter of Christian Ministers, I have been a lifelong student of Spirit. In my adult years I furthered my understanding of the Most High by exploring the indigenous spiritual practices of several different regions of the world. I am an ordained minister, High Priestess, Sacred Songstress, Creative Writer, Poet, Crocheted Fashion and Jewelry designer and Vessel of the Most High.
"I filter art and songs of Spirit, love, and life to raise the vibration of the planet and universe."

I am starting this blog as a place for me to share the things I learn along this spiritual journey we call life. That being said there will be all kinds of post. Things that will make you laugh,cry and even mad. Things about my varied business ventures and my personal triumphs and tragedies. My true wish is that through it all we will all grow, evolve and get a better understanding of spirit as it is expressed in both it Masculine form and it's Feminine presence. So thanks for joining me as I share with you my heart,mind,and PhemSoul