Connecting to the magic with a grateful heart
Hello, hello, it's "Doctor O".
Opeyemi.
I speak these words, ideally going to substack first; to podbean as well, possibly onward to my website as an essay.
This is the day and a time to move with grace and ease forward full of hope and faith.
I will fake it until I make it.
I record this as my "aural morning pages"; morning pages that I record right as I wake up first thing in the morning (my his recording was transcribed to this essay form. This is Thursday, 16th of October 2025. I will move forward with this in the hope that people listening (now, alternatively READING?) will catch the magic and the mysticism / skip over the mad woman pieces--and move forward with little doubt that we are going places!
in the song Woyaya, they say:
" we are going;
heaven knows where we are
Going.
We'll know we're there
when we get there.
Saturday is No Kings Day.
This is a vital pivotal moment here in the untying states of AmeriKKKa. I am watching with interest and fascination as we choose our roles, this coming weekend. I am choosing the role of WITCH- Woman In Tune with Conscious Healing. I am choosing the role of ongoing healer, artistically. Healing, ongoing. Healing as an artist. I heal as an artist because everyone should be able to embrace their artistic talents.
(Inject "the parable of the talents" by Octavia Butler, here. Second of an unfinished trilogy-- third book "parable of the trickster" that she did not complete before she died)
In my case I write, I sing, I dance, and I am closer and closer to authentic movement in most places in my life; however, silly that might look. In this case, it means I ask you to move forward into your own increased ability to scan your own body for your physical state each day, your ability to check-in with your emotional body, my emotional body.
This morning, I have an unusually relaxed jaw. I spent an hour with a Joe Dispensa exercise meditation, so that I can wake up relaxed and let go of the tension that my dream state has me in. In my dream spaces these days, I am often hurrying through airports trying to catch planes or trains or automobiles, that I am missing. I recognize in the language and the symbols of dreams these are death dreams.
D.E.A.T.H. dreams.
Dreams folks have, at the end-of-life. There's a wonderful book called Final Gifts. that discusses this. Dying folks often have that kind of "gotta get outta here /getting out of here....How do I get out of here? What's the way? Where's my ticket? I don't know when it's time to board..."
So recognizing the death dreams, I believe --in my heart of hearts-- in my expanding hearts-- in my space of gratefulness...
That this is a dream of a dying culture; and the culture that's dying is the white supremacy, patriarchal culture.
I was born in a place and a time where I know it is my responsibility to midwife a great transition. This is the time of the transition. This is the place of the transition, and it is a death that is a death.
With new beginnings.
Keeping it short and keeping it sweet.
I invite you to subscribe to me: doctoro57.substack.com.
(I have a great free gift with any subscription through the end of October)
Or join my community through my website.
www.opeyemiparham.com/connect.
Those are the two places where I am putting most of my emphasis.
Dreaming there is community, and we can go together. And take care of each other as we pass through this portal into another space, another place.
With moderate grace.
As we untie, who will we be?
I know that my tribe is moving forward with lots of connectivity. With visions of love and with revolutionary ideas that take care of everyone in a human and a care filled way. Ashe ashe
I do believe that's all I will say.
And I wish everyone an incredibly powerful experience of No King's day.
live stream 30 min visioning/ prayer/ discussion Friday, on SUBSTACK October 17 at 7 pm EDT (-5UTC)