PhemSoul Spirit

PhemSoul Spirit Kenyetta Chinwe is the 'Priestess of PhemSoul'. Helping you see(C) your way through life. Counseling~Coaching~Ceremony All is sacred.

In her pursuit of art, creativity and Spirit she has found that there is a beautiful 'Divinity' present in the nature of femininity, and she works to embody that 'Divine Beauty' through her music and all her creative expressions, both secular and sacred, because there is no secular. She studied Classical Vocals and Musical Theatre at Howard University. She studied crochet at her Mama’s knee. She s

tudied 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, she has been a lifelong student of Spirit. In her adult years she furthered her understanding of the Most High by exploring the indigenous spiritual practices of several different regions of the world. She is 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." ~Kenyetta Chinwe the 'Priestess of PhemSoul'~

My poetry has always been how I scream. A Lamentation - Day 2If I die by the state, don’t let them speak lies of me.Don’...
05/28/2020

My poetry has always been how I scream.

A Lamentation - Day 2

If I die by the state, don’t let them speak lies of me.
Don’t let them smear my name.
If they dig up obscure truths of me,
Weave them into the beautiful tapestry of my life,
And paint my flaws with the brush of humanity.

Don’t settle for termination.
Don’t acquiesce to a quiet slip into anonymity.
Don’t take an apology rooted in complicity and not contrition.
DO NOT offer forgiveness before there is justice.
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If I die by the state, don’t let them speak lies of me. Don’t let them smear my name. If they dig up obscure truths of me, Wea...

We lament to be heard. We lament in hopes of deliverance. We lament until a way forward is made clear. My poetry has alw...
05/27/2020

We lament to be heard. We lament in hopes of deliverance. We lament until a way forward is made clear. My poetry has always been my scream. A Lamentation - Day 1

Sleep comes slowly if at all when a heart is pierced. And what thoughts ramble through a listless mind robbed of rest? Maybe t...

Excerpt:As Advent approaches, let us who would claim Jesus in this season remember not just his birth, but also his life...
11/29/2019

Excerpt:

As Advent approaches, let us who would claim Jesus in this season remember not just his birth, but also his life and the words he recited from the book of Isaiah in the synagogue, “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free...”

THIS is the tidings of comfort and Joy the Angels proclaimed! The great and wonderful news that Christ came to be the first born of many siblings who will always work to set the oppressed free!

http://phemsoulspirit.blogspot.com/2019/11/tidings-of-comfort-and-joy.html

07/28/2019

Ursula K. Le Guin:
They asked me to tell you what it was like to be twenty and pregnant in 1950 and when you tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant, he tells you about a friend of his in the army whose girl told him she was pregnant, so he got all his buddies to come and say, “We all f*cked her, so who knows who the father is?” And he laughs at the good joke….

What was it like, if you were planning to go to graduate school and get a degree and earn a living so you could support yourself and do the work you loved—what it was like to be a senior at Radcliffe and pregnant and if you bore this child, this child which the law demanded you bear and would then call “unlawful,” “illegitimate,” this child whose father denied it … What was it like? […]

It’s like this: if I had dropped out of college, thrown away my education, depended on my parents … if I had done all that, which is what the anti-abortion people want me to have done, I would have borne a child for them, … the authorities, the theorists, the fundamentalists; I would have born a child for them, their child.

But I would not have born my own first child, or second child, or third child. My children.

The life of that fetus would have prevented, would have aborted, three other fetuses … the three wanted children, the three I had with my husband—whom, if I had not aborted the unwanted one, I would never have met … I would have been an “unwed mother” of a three-year-old in California, without work, with half an education, living off her parents….

But it is the children I have to come back to, my children Elisabeth, Caroline, Theodore, my joy, my pride, my loves. If I had not broken the law and aborted that life nobody wanted, they would have been aborted by a cruel, bigoted, and senseless law. They would never have been born. This thought I cannot bear.

What was it like, in the Dark Ages when abortion was a crime, for the girl whose dad couldn’t borrow cash, as my dad could? What was it like for the girl who couldn’t even tell her dad, because he would go crazy with shame and rage? Who couldn’t tell her mother? Who had to go alone to that filthy room and put herself body and soul into the hands of a professional criminal? – because that is what every doctor who did an abortion was, whether he was an extortionist or an idealist.

You know what it was like for her. You know and I know; that is why we are here. We are not going back to the Dark Ages. We are not going to let anybody in this country have that kind of power over any girl or woman. There are great powers, outside the government and in it, trying to legislate the return of darkness. We are not great powers. But we are the light. Nobody can put us out. May all of you shine very bright and steady, today and always.

I was deeply and completely in my feelings as I just wrote this. It started as a status and grew. This has been on my mi...
01/11/2019

I was deeply and completely in my feelings as I just wrote this. It started as a status and grew. This has been on my mind and heart for the last 2 days. I guess this is the next phase of my processing after the Surviving R. Kelly documentary. There’s nothing triggering, at least I don’t think so. Just a peak into my mind.

I started getting breasts at nine. I was a full C cup at 12. I’ve had these hips since I was 13. The butt was hereditary. So I’ve had it...

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