Raw & Gritty Reflections on Protecting Our Shared Creativity & Expression
After a two week trek deep into the corners and crevices of my heart I am feeling a reclamation of my power and force. I had gone into a space where I allowed myself to express some of my most pure vulnerable truths of the heart. Something that the deep betrayal of the past and need for control always prevented me from doing because that’s how I've kept myself safe.
The rapture of the open heart is a magnetic thing. Unconditional love is a humbling force. I am in awe of it’s gentle and not so subtle power.
Oh Loves, gifting myself the full expression the truth of my heart was so magnetic ——and tragic. And confusing. And terrifying. And expansive. And so freeing!
More love out, lets more love in.
With this new found expansion I created for myself, clarity has come on all levels and shapes and one topic in particular I feel called to go the fuck off on. 🐉
How can we protect the divine creation that lives within each and every one of The Creator’s Children?
The words have just fallen out of my heart through my fingertips on this keyboard. It is raw, gritty and devotional. It’s a truth that’s been bubbling around the sacredness of creativity and our society’s lack of respect, protection and expansion of it.
I DID NOT COME OUT OF A DARKNESS THAT ALMOST SWALLOWED ME WHOLE TO BE OWNED BY A RECORD LABEL OR AN INDUSTRY WHO MAKES ME A PRODUCT FOR MINDLESS CONSUMPTION FAR AWAY FROM THE DEEPLY FEELING HUMAN I AM.
Thank GODDESS my parents saw my divine potential and when I was a young and impressionable girl starry-eyed for the music industry, they lovingly guided me to follow my other passion of event design. This helped me have a safer space to begin my professional career, get my two feet on the ground, learn how to work collaborative with others and myself and protected me from the subjugation of the toxic mainstream music industry —-among so many other things I’m still to this day gathering awareness around.
MY PARENT’S LOVE FOR ME MADE THIS LIFE OF CREATIVE EXPRESSION POSSIBLE. MY LIBERATION IS THEIRS. MY SONG, THEIR MELODY.
My parents loved me into a higher timeline of expression and truth and protected me from my own ego’s desire for the illusion of success. How could I possibly be limited to a sentence or two to capture all of what they gave me? I had to learn with time that power is not something given to us, it’s something that lives within us devotionally waiting for us to remember it and activate it through worthiness and self-love and shared experience with other willing seekers of the light.
As I remembered this, I began to allow myself to believe that I can trust myself, that I am powerful and that I get to have multiple passions and pursuits of expression I this lifetime. Slowly and steadily, my light started to turn back on, my song returned to my heart and the melody poured out.
When I think of the culture and psychology of the entertainment industry I am deeply in awe of the mastery of the artists I witness and the teams behind them that all conspire to bring the visions to life. I am inspired. I am blown away. I am activated. It truly takes a village and I love witnessing the shared experience of co-creation. I think it’s a primary gift of what we get to experience here on this earth.
I am also deeply saddened and enraged like a protective mother of the corporate glutinous greed that feeds off of this artistry knowingly and tirelessly. Leaving insultingly small crumbs for many similar if not more talented independent artists who have the courage, vision, resilience and passion to live in / express their truth in a world that seems to do e v e r y t h i n g in its power to under pay, under value and disrupt the signal from the divine moving through these incredible beings. It cannot continue like this.
I’m a solutions based person, I believe that’s where the power lies. So this rant is unbridled truth followed by my own call to action because I’m interested in channeling this passion into progressive action. They want to tire us out so much so just to survive in this matrix to the point where we have little to no stamina left to think critically and devotionally about how to create new paths and realms of possibilities for all The Creator’s Children to thrive.
I reject the concept of starving artist and declare it to be an expired timeline.
I refuse to continue to allow this corporate greed to reach its nasty big brother hand into the brains, hearts and pockets of the people. I celebrate the belief that we might not be able to stop this train from going completely off the rails but we sure as hell can make sure we look after one another while it’s still moving.
I need to believe that a world in which collective joy can thrive more than suffering.
This world is simple too fertile occupied by too many smart beautiful people to not make our most valiant attempt at this pursuit.
I may never be a mother to my own child in this lifetime for personal reasons I don’t care to discuss in this moment, but I will make one thing clear here…
I vow to be a Mother Creator. I acknowledge there is a commitment to make to this declaration.
WITH THIS COMMITMENT, HERE ARE A FEW VOWS THAT COME TO MIND, AND I’M SO READY TO KEEP THIS A ROLLING LIST EVER CHANGING AND EXPANDING AS MY REACH AND THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THAT REACH EXPANDS:
I vow to continue co-trailblazing building a world together where creativity is protected, respected and valued as the natural divine life giving resource that it is. Where ever single person is given the respect as The Creator’s Child to express themselves, their feelings, their experience through the channel of creativity and is given the support needed to feel safe and celebrated to do so. And if they have the courage to make that their livelihood, may they be FULLY FUNDED while doing so. No. More. Trade for “Exposure!”
For as long as I can see ahead, I will have one solid size ten bunion foot in Philly and I will travel the world creating strategic alliances to bring funding back to this city in unique, innovation and thoughtful ways because I will not wait on this system to do the right thing I will take matters in my own hands with my co-collaborators of the creative light.
All of this in the highest order of honor to:
The ancestors that came before me, the city that held me and brought me home to my voice after seven years of being mute to my own truth (Philly you loved me when I loathed myself and held me when I didn’t think I had any more fight in me - you have my heart and always will no matter where these dragon wings take me).
This is all in the highest order of honor to my loving family that always celebrated my eccentric expression and our shared love of the arts. You’ve loved me through all the chapters and textures of sharing my voice. I’ve experienced some of life’s most fulfilling moments bonding with my family over melody and song.
TO MY SISTER, MY FIRST MUSE. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR EXPRESSION WAS MAGNETIC TO ME.
Thank you for being brave enough to be bold first. Please don’t ever forget this and thank you for tolerating my stealing of your clothes and Coldplay CDs.
THIS IS ALL FOR MY COMMUNITY AND PEERS WHO INSPIRES ME EVERY DAY WHILE WITNESS THEIR INSANE TALENT AND CRAFT EXPRESS ITSELF. YOU MOVE ME IN EVERY WAY. YOU ARE SO WARM, WELCOMING AND GENEROUS IN SHARED EXPRESSION. YOU WELCOMED ME IN AND SHOWED ME THE WAY.
You figured it out in the middle of a global shutdown pandemia and made it work when the system failed us, you are the fucking truth.
THIS IS FOR THE CHILDREN BLESSING PHILADELPHIA WHO HAVE SOME OF THE MOST PROFOUND ARTISTIC EXPRESSIONS I HAVE EVER WITNESSED. YOU ARE ANGELS AND I VOW TO PROTECT YOU.
You completely blow my mind with how pure your channels are despite the fact that our system continues to fail you. I cannot fathom this injustice and I will do everything I can within my power to reverse it and it will be behind the scenes because this isn’t about me, or anyone else who has the integrity to do the right thing, it’s about making sure that YOU have the front and center stage to SHINE your LIGHT in a safe, open, magnetic space that matches the divinity you are.
THIS IS FOR THE MOTHER OF ALL RIVERS - GAIA.
You holds us unwaveringly and has been here long before and long after us holding it the fuck down in the great mystery of the universe. What can I say? I am in complete awe of your love and radiance. Your unshakable resilience. You give us a home to remember who we are, your children of the creative light.
UNI-VERSE.
ONE-SONG.
What are we harmonizing and writing together?
WHEN I TELL YOU EVERY CELL IN MY BODY CRAVES FOR THIS TO BE A SHARED CONVERSATION AND NOT JUST MY THUMBS TYPING MY TRUTHS ONE SIDED TO YOU I MEAN IT.
If you are moved to reflect in any direction on any aspect of what’s shared here, please send me an e-letter (we still do email right?) at info@lunamaye.com
It would be my deepest pleasure to continue the conversation. Thank you for meeting me here.
I CAN’T WAIT FOR MORE AND I’M SO HERE IN THE NOW WITH YOU.
My first single DEBUTED on Spotify in collaboration with Alfiya Glow: Invocation of Peace.
A SMALL WAY TO EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE TO YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT, COME DECEMBER 12TH YOU ARE INVITED TO BE HELD IN A SONIC TRANSMISSION DESIGNED TO EVOKE DEEP INSPIRATION & PEACE. ALFIYA IS MY SISTER OF SONG AND SPIRIT AND CREATING WITH HER IS ONE OF MY GREATEST PLEASURES.
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