Samurai Pt lll. A Self Portrait. Amera Ziganii Rao Photography
WHO AND WHAT I LOVE; THE SELF. GOD.
Amera Ziganii Rao
She looked up and saw herself. There in the mirror. It was her. This was her. This was who she was. No more running away and no more looking outside of herself. The Self was there and the self was her. She was the self.
She was the Self and she liked the Self. She liked herself. Her Self…..It was a brand new feeling. A strange encounter with love in a place she never thought to look. She inhaled a deep breath of love and breathed out one of negativity and healing.
It was like the air was diffused into little black flies which then dispersed into pure clean air, like those wonderful scenes in the film, The Green Mile, where uber healer John Kofi expels evil after each of the healing miracles he carries out. That brilliant writer. That exquisite film.
Then she thought of the bleak decades of looking anywhere outside the Self. That desperate search of despair….For what was actually the Self! She breathed in and out again.
That’s what she was being taught in all that she was reading and hearing and feeling. What kept dropping into her psychic mail box. That validation and affirmation were of the ego and not of the Self. Not the real Self. A part of her felt ridiculous. She kind of got it on the one hand. On the other it was an annoying piece of crap which would force her thinking to change yet again. And that would be painful, like it always was. The pain of healing.
That the Self was everything she needed. That she was the Self. And that the Self was love and that she loved the Self.
She smiled slowly at her image in the mirror. Anyway, the point was that it was working wasn’t it. Whether she was temporarily infuriated at the life process or not. She, ----, of London abode and relatively sound mind was quite an amazing package. Because she, like every single other person on the planet, was an emanation of God. A gorgeous, unique, amazing, challenging and different emanation of God. All different and all the same.
The things she had hated about herself physically since the birth of her ego at eight, had mostly gone. Because she was an emanation of God. Her whole perspective had changed about the image of beauty in every way possible; from the self acceptance of her own unique perfection to overturning the socio political Eurocentric battering of body projection. The freak body that was told to hide all her life, by those who couldn’t take the love. The freak was now believing she was a swan.
She stroked her hair and looked deep into her eyes. She made herself do it, even though she felt the shyness. And then it connected. The Universe in her eyes. Eternity. Love. Beauty. Creation, the Great Spirit. Soothing her, caressing her, loving her. She felt herself receiving of the Self. Whatever that meant, it sounded right.
Was the Self her part of the big something called the Big Self; that incredible being that was called the Great Spirit, the Universe, God, the purest light energy of Love. Anything that felt good. Yes, because she was an emanation of God.
And she felt pretty. And intelligent. And sensitive. And gentle. And kind. And strong. And wise……She honoured the way she felt so deeply about things. About the choices she had made. ‘Be a host to God or a hostage to your ego’, one of the wonderful gurus on her IPod told her every day. It was her who was making that choice every day and in every moment. Herself. And the more she was hosting, the more she was loving the host.
The host who had managed to pull together what seemed like all the negative emotions of the world, they were so heavy to shift! The blame, the rage, the contempt. The cynicism, the resignation to a life of death.
She had pushed them out into Mother Earth, so they could be re-generated into love. She had done that work. To merge with her Self. To remember that she was the Self all along.
She wasn’t stupid or incapable. She was worth something. She did trust her judgment. It was God she had to fall in love with first. To know what the Great Spirit was. To know how to live in love. To remember where she had come from. And she had.
But to be manifesting it into self esteem…….that was the most delicious icing of the most delicious icings that were in existence!
The separation was over. Redemption had begun. And the return of true, authentic power.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2006
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Crazy (Artwork)
Fiction Snippet. Imposition. Amera Ziganii Rao
She stands on the 52 bus next to her brother and mother. She is eight years old and looks like any other ethnic kid from Ladbroke Grove. She’s wearing light coloured combat trousers, trainers and a t-shirt, with her child’s chest very apparent through the flat cotton material. A typical young Londoner. Apart from one distinctive fact. This eight year old girl is wearing a hijab. A head covering. A Muslim headdress.
It is a striking image, not least because of the expression in her eyes as well as her extreme youth. She stands out even more because she and her family are occupying the disability seat area on the bus, so they face the rest of the passengers. They are the attraction. Like watching TV.
A small piece of cloth tied almost innocently in a particular way and her fate is sealed.
Her brother, Imran, only a year younger, is, in contrast, un self conscious and animated. He is chatting away to his mother and standing between her legs as she sits on the seat. Her baggy trousers and long shirt seemingly perfect for the occasion. Not that it can be seen of course, as her clothes are hidden under the ferocious black cloak of Islam that she is wearing. So the attention is all on him. Totally at home in jeans and a t-shirt – and of course no hijab or head covering. His hair is glossy, dark brown and short, almost spiky. You can see his ears, the shape of his head and the hair line on his forehead. You can see him.
But next to the two of them is a different kind of energy. Zara leans against the bus rail, with a sulky and defiant look, daring anyone in the facing passenger seats to look at her. A girl woman. “Remember who you are now” her mother says to her every day as she helps her to cover her head. She is not part of the child crowd anymore. She has already been marked out as female. As woman. At eight years old.
She is now a walking womb, servant and sexual plaything. Just through wearing the hijab. That’s what everyone is looking at. The picture that’s created. The image she portrays. She can feel it deep inside. These messages that keep coming through. Thoughts she doesn’t understand but that she hears nonetheless. The fear that has suddenly entered her life. She feels different and very uncomfortable. Living a life she doesn’t want. If she didn’t have that thing on, she would still be a child. With all the womanly things to come. Down the road. In the future. And on top of that, they all look at her with too much curiosity. And pity. She feels stupid and weak. And angry.
“Listen Zara, now you are eight years old, you have to start wearing the hijab.” The conversation that her mother has with her. The moment her life changes forever. “Why?” “Well because this is the way it is done where we come from, we are not like the English, we are Muslim. This means we as women wear hijab.” “But I am a girl, I am not a woman Mummy”. “Never mind, you don’t understand yet, but this is our religion. God says we have to wear hijab. That we have to cover our heads.” “Will Imran have to wear one too Mummy?” “of course not dear, he’s a boy”.
“Why does God not want boys to cover their heads too Mummy?” Mummy gets angry and tells her to go and get a brush. They are going to have to plait her hair so it is less cumbersome under the hijab.
As Zara goes to her room at night, she takes it all in as she un-plaits her hair and gets into bed. The magic is beginning to leave her. She remembers to give thanks that she doesn’t have to wear a full body covering like her mother. Will she have to do that later on? When? Walking down the street like a black sludge? She’s never really thought about the fact her mother does that every day. It’s only the looks they get that even made her realise it was different. And why is her mother suddenly calling her a woman? She’s eight. Doesn’t that count for anything?
Zara strokes her long dark glossy hair as she lies in bed. She loves her hair. Her friends at school tell her she has beautiful hair. And she has been growing it for what seems like a really long time. It is comforting to touch it. She will never be able to do that now, because there will be some stupid cloth on top of it.
She doesn’t want to cover her hair or look so different. And she doesn’t want to be so uncomfortable. The hijab is hot and heavy. There are a few other girls at school who have started to wear it but she didn’t think she would have to. It’s all too much and her mother doesn’t seem to care. She cries. The first of many tears. The magic is slipping away.
Then she does what she has been doing more and more as she lies in her bed in the dark. She touches herself and finds that comforting and exciting. Instinctively she knows to be quiet. She knows it is something that is her secret. That no one must know.
Outside the bedroom her life suddenly starts changing in other ways too. She is told to go into the kitchen to help her mother prepare for dinner. Her father doesn’t want to play with her anymore. His attention is now totally on Imran. She is too scared to ask him about the hijab. And her Mum has no time for any more questions. The rule sticks. She has to wear it. Things are beginning to feel really unsafe. She has gone from total freedom to washing up, having to clear the table and wearing the hijab. No one else seems to have changed. Nothing else is different. Why is she being picked on. What has she done wrong?
After dinner, her father turns to Imran when he gets up to help Zara clear the table; “No Imran, don’t do that, don’t clear the table, that’s cissy work.” Imran sits back down confused. He loves Zara. She’s his favourite. They have been together for a long time. He doesn’t know why she’s wearing that strange thing on her head either. She looks weird and she looks unhappy. Their separation has begun. As for Zara, she is enraged. She can’t even speak to her father after that. She can’t speak to anyone after that. She hates him. She wishes he was dead. She wants to stab him with the knife she has just cleared from the table. Stab both of them and run away with Imran.
Now when she comes out of her room, she feels like she is in a yoke. She has just read her book of fairy stories again and she finds the story of Cinderella strangely compelling. She wants to be rescued too.
One day soon after, she finds blood on her towel after a shower. Has she cut herself? She keeps wiping herself and finds more blood. Her mother comes to her later on. “Zara darling, are you bleeding?” Zara finds herself blushing and looks at the ground. Her mother holds her. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of. All women get this. You are quite young to get it, but it happens to all girls.” “Why?” “Well don’t worry about that, you will see later on why we get it, but we do. It happens every month and it’s normal”. “There’s only one thing my dear. Don’t tell the men. Neither your father nor Imran need to know about this. This is a woman’s thing. You see, I told you that you were a woman now”.
The yoke tightens. Just a week ago, she was running in the park with Imran and her father. But the signs were there. He told her off for wearing the combat trousers she loved wearing. She had fought to get them. Her father wanted her to wear smart trousers with a long shirt, but she couldn’t run in them and she didn’t like the look of them. So she had won. A small victory as it now seems.
Now, she has a stupid piece of material on her head. Her movements are all restricted. Her ears are hot, her hair irritates her because it’s dry and itching. She feels really self conscious because everyone is looking at her and giving her weird looks. She’s suddenly the servant of the house while Imran sits around. Her father doesn’t want to be near her anymore and today she has found out she will bleed every month.
Now she hates herself. Now she wishes she were dead.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2006
Bloomsbury Reading. A Self Portrait. Amera Ziganii Rao Photography
A PROFILE: AMERA ZIGANII RAO
FEMINIST. METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHER. WRITER. MENTALIST. ARTIST
AMERA ZIGANII RAO ALCHEMY & LIBERATION & HUMANITY™
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Amera Ziganii Rao;
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Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
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Gives us all a bad name. And poisons all hearts.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
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Amera Ziganii Rao © 2013
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Writer, Speaker and Enlightener, Amera Ziganii Rao, is now putting together a comprehensive and unique programme of Alchemy & Liberation & Humanity™. A programme of learning that is specifically about one particular kind of woman. And one particular kind of man. The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the true society that they come from and the one they, in particular, she can and has to return to and that anyone can join her and him in. This is about Paradise on Earth.
This is about The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™, and the Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity that is for all as a result of their healing and in particular, hers. This is about the kind of woman who is at the bottom of the pile in a Patriarchal Toilet Tribe from Hell Society™, the norm, the conventional world and the world of the Tribe. This is about the kind of man who is next in line from the bottom. The sensitive man and the female chattel. The High Priestess and High Priest of a profane society, that has long forgotten who they are.
This is about being at the bottom of the pile, for the forgotten and strangled shamans, and for her, the story of escape. Abused by her family, her friends, her men, her whole society, by the very nature of who she is and who they are and what has happened on this Earth. It is about women of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about men of love, of Spirit and of sex. It is about the Cinderellas of this world. It is about the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™. Who she is and how, loving her is the secret to Paradise on Earth and how we have been living a lie for 8000+ years. A lie of male (non High Priest) religion with a male ‘God’ and with Patriarchs and Patriarchal types and Matriarchs and Matriarchal types ruling over us and making our lives hell, all in the name of family, the tribe and the way things are and should remain. Hate, fascism and profanity. A sick society that vilifies, more than anyone else, the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™, just because it was told to. A sick society that calls her Eve. A sick society that has forgotten who we all are, let alone the The Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and the Sacred Whore High Priest™. This is about us remembering and knowing who WE are.
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This is about the chance for Paradise on Earth. This is a programme for the most beautiful, kind hearted, wounded women and men on this planet. A programme of how to implement a system of how to beat life, how to survive life and how to resurrect from the grief that is a true life. Alchemy and Liberation and Humanity of the lower mind into the higher mind, the soul and the inner heart and therefore one's true, confident, ‘happy’, successful, creative, sexual, sensual, individual, intelligent, emotionally healed, capable of loving and being loved self. How to turn grief into creation and survive and thrive, despite all the shit, all the pain and all the hurt. How to live in a world of madness, hollowness and cruelty and how to be a winner. How to stand up for oneself and to take back the power that has been stolen from anyone with heart, Spirit and sex. The art and science of Alchemy.
This is a programme, based on my scholarly and non scholarly work over 15 years (so far), if not for my whole life, and my extensive and intense, visceral experiences of self transformation from resignation, cynicism and despair to a state of relative bliss, and above all, the right to be. The programme and the courses and my speaking and indeed my forthcoming book, will cover the method of change. The psychological, sociological, spiritual, cultural, political, emotional and physical and even anthropological methods of change. Why we are here. Who the Sacred Whore High Priestess™ is and why she is here. And who the Sacred Whore High Priest™ is. Why we are here. Who we are and what we are and why we are. The beauty and glory of the truth. The meaning of life, no less. This will be on offer in the future.
My first book of consciousness, my first book of the spiritual politics of humanity, of authentic power and of self love and strength. A comprehensive series of online courses, live events and audio and visual material. Books, live events, CDs and DVDs. And one on one personal empowerment consultations. The Amera Ziganii Rao Method of Change™. The right to be and the way to have the right to be. And indeed, how to maintain the will to live without love. How to BE unconditional, self sufficient, self caring, self love. The right to be and the will to be and the unparalleled success that comes with that. The Lost Knowledge™. HOW to live. And how to heal others, the profane and the sick and the soulless. The others. My Business and that of any Sacred Whore High Priestess™ and Sacred Whore High Priest™, is Human Rights, The Right to a Sexual Society, Self Actualisation and Freedom.
My Business is To Overthrow Fascism, in the Home and in the Country. My business is also mastering destiny. Overthrowing the ultimate 'fascism'. Our journey on Earth and The Return To The Source. Our healing, our ascension and our redemption. Fate. The daily crucifixions of a true life, the challenges and the fury of being healers and people of love on a planet like Earth.
Submitting to the journey to liberate and evolve oneself, through following one's heart, however much heartbreak and devastation it leads to on the long long long journey to freedom and then the longer journey to happiness. 'Long Road to Freedom', as Nelson Mandela says. My business is always taking risks, never giving up and making the endless sacrifices it takes to become whole. Enlightenment, Nirvana and then Parinirvana and beyond. My business is pain. My business is bliss.
My business is seeing the truly glory of Spirit on Earth. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Society™ and all that it is. Spirit, humanity, sex and love again at last. And the end of our legacy as either servants or witches or unpaid carers or indeed, ignored mistresses, other women, other men even, and the weirdos that are at the bottom of society. This is our world and it is time to take it back and I can show you how. And that makes my life, truly, worth living.
I want you to feel the way I do. Alive, with the right to be and the belligerence to exist in this profane and male ‘God’ led world of male supremacy, female supremacy, domestic, casual fascism, tribe rules from hell, with beautiful and kind, love intelligence laden, female and male Cinderella warriors at the bottom, caring for everyone else and getting nothing but hatred, ridicule and isolation for it. The meek are already inheriting the Earth and I can show you how.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They told you I and my kind were dictators and that you were slaves, when all we had done was love you, honour you as companions and above all, we had let you just live.
We were the holy communers, the ones who gave birth to human beings, the leaders of society, the creators of society, the vehicles of Divinity on Earth and the channels of wisdom. The ones who looked after everything and the ones who built everything and ran everything, because we could. And because we loved it. We are and were the force of creation. And you loved us and you lived.
But they told you that you ‘deserved’ power too and that we were the ones standing in your way. And you believed them. The oldest ‘divide and rule’ strategy of hate in history and it worked. They used it and you bought it, hook, line and sinker. You had to give up sex, love, magic and your own spiritual gifts and you burnt, destroyed and violated me for 8000 years.
The world calls that male supremacy. And indeed, family supremacy, Matriarchal supremacy and supremacy of the material world and all who believe in it. Men and women like you. When all that you are are slaves to a reptile force to generate hate energy for them to live and thrive and vampire the human race. The puppets of a hate force, that chose to destroy women and men like me, for hate to grow, so they could live. You bought it and it worked. The greatest fraud in the history of the world.
I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past and I forgive you for becoming enslaved and taken over by the machines of the alien reptile force that invaded and took over Earth 8000 years ago. They taught you to hate me and my kind and you believed them. They taught you that my mind was evil. My mind, my sex, my body and my ways of life.
The humanity, the glory of sexuality and the glory of creation and creativity and the glory of Divinity in each and every one of us. Our souls. They taught you that human beings are separate from Divinity, that sex was wrong and that women who have minds of their own are uppity slaves. They vilified us but much much worse than that, they destroyed your relationship with all that is unseen, all that we honour and love.
They taught you to hate what is really God. By teaching you to hate us, you hated all that is good in yourselves. They taught you to hate the light. They taught you to kill us. The daughters of The Universe. The High Priestesses of God. The Spiritual Mothers. The Sacred Whore High Priestess Avatars of The Universe™. The Sacred Army of Love on Earth.
The Shamans, the Mystics and the Communers. The Hierophants.
They called me Eve and blamed me for the downfall of the human race and created the awesome profanity that is religion. Of men, by men and from men. Of reptiles, by reptiles and from reptiles. Christianity, Islam and Judaism and every other philosophy around the world was poisoned. There are no female spiritual leaders left. It is all profanity. They chose you to represent them because they wanted to divide us and they did. They told you to hate me. And you believed them. Now I am back and I forgive you.
I forgive you because I can. Because I came here to save your soul. And because I finally know who I am. I am THE High Priestess Monarch of the ancient past. I came here to return your soul to The Source. God, The Mother, The Universe. To return you to what is really God. Because I love you. And because She loves you and your kind, whatever you have done.
Whatever you have done to me and whatever you have done to Her. And most of all, whatever you have done to yourself. We forgive you. This is your redemption. Your freedom and your ascension. We are here to save your soul.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
You bought the Sacred Whore like a piece of meat and you called that a wife. Your trophy wives. Your dancing girls. Your chattel and serving girls. Your piece of beauty. You bought us like you would cattle. Then you called it wives. Now you call it prostitution. The High Priestesses of the real God. You bought us to buy God, The Mother, The Universe and you caged us, separated us from our Divine gifts and skills in the Temple and drove us mad and then lost interest in us, because we had no gifts left, no excitement, no hunter in ourselves and no hope or joy left. Then you just called us mad and discarded us. You called us evil and you call love obedience, even though it had already killed us. You moved into our Temples and you played with the divination tools and thought you communed. The destruction of Atlantis was your gift.
You stole us from God, The Mother, The Universe and you tried to usurp us. You vilified us, enslaved us and you still envy us today. You call it intuition. You might want to think about this when you hate us out of your jealousy. The mystic gene means physical tortuous pain and taking on the empathy of the human race. All their pains, evils and dark thoughts. We see and feel everything. We make crucial sacrifices to be near Spirit and the unseen and we go without for years. To be shaman is not glamour. I make it glamour. To be shaman is a specific Samurai existence, ascetic and harsh. We commune to be guides. And you take that and you shame yourselves because you just want the meat. You didn’t just want the meat. You wanted our beauty of spirit, our personalities and our love and kindness. And you destroyed them, because you caged us and called us wife.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
The High Priestess Sacred Whores, the High Priests and the true protectors. Those who do not have the gift like either the High Priests or especially like the highest of all, the High Priestess Sacred Whores but who honour, protect and facilitate them to the world. Who honour the Shaman Sacred Whores of this world most of all, and who know who they are and who they are not. Who know the difference, who do not envy and who protect and love the representatives of Spirit, GOD, THE MOTHER, THE UNIVERSE, on Earth. Who honour their wisdom and who honour the latent Shaman in themselves too and who honour the communing ability of the High Priestess Sacred Whores. The non violators. Our only friends. The New Society exists. It is called Enlightenment. It is called Love. It is The Holy Grail.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2012
The master race. It's all a lie. You are brought up to be a despot king and it is only your sister who ever tells you that you have become a pratt. The master race is all a lie. There are no kings in an equal world. Your father was misinformed. What he brought you up to be was a killer. Pure and simple. A misogynist. A modern misogynist. A polite killer.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
I enter the magical hours of pure feeling, pure thought, pure imagination and I think and I write and I 'mysticise' the Universe. I escape at will, the truth of my humanless, Samurai solitude, and I pursue the truth of love in myself and in everyone else. I am philosopher. I am shaman. I am alone. I frontier the Soul to be spirit on Earth.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
Amera Ziganii Rao is a former hard news journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social, cultural and spiritual commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her Sacred Whore High Priestess Society consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is in her forties and lives in London.
Amera Ziganii Rao © 2011
In the meantime, please enjoy this website. I have included many of the subjects I am covering, areas of experience and insight that I will be exploring to the fullest in my book, the courses and all the other work that is to come as a dramatist, novelist and essayist. I also of course, include many of the wise people on this planet, who have come long before me; authors, screen dramatists, playwrights, film makers, artists, and other enlighteners and grand carriers of the wisdom I have found the most helpful on my journey, to find peace and become enlightened. The seemingly impossible journey, in the face of oneself and one’s circumstances. People who have contributed massively to my healing on this mad journey called life, in this insane existence called The Universe. People who have helped to make me as good a carrier of wisdom as I in turn, can be. Thank you.
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