Being a natural Empath I'm extremely sensitive to moods and aware of energy around me. I guess I'm more spiritual than anything now. I grew up Catholic. with two brothers who were and still are Rastafarians, a father who's a seventh day Adventist, sister a reformed Jehovah’s witness now catholic, mother a reformed Catholic now Baptist. I absorbed a whole lotta teaching from all of the above and it served no purpose other than to drive me mad. I was forced to listen to the teachings Haile Selassie, memorize the books of Moses, walk for confirmation, and go to church on a Saturday, Sunday, confession on a Monday and Wednesday.
Pay tides and offerings out of my piggy-pan, read revelations back to front, learn numerology and how to predict the next anti-Christ by the number of digits in his name (Ronald Wilson Reagan 6+6+6). In the mean time I attended Stone love concerts, Sun splash in Jamaica, carnival in Trinidad, Jovert morning in Antigua, danced my ass off with the Badder/ready dancehall girls, appeared in a spragga benz vid, limed at Act 3 in NY against the wishes of my mum although her brother owned a part of it with heavy-d and supercat walked like a champion for buju banton and flexed for Mad Cobra, Toronto for caribana and shaggers.....
....ride the stalag and chicken riddim as the long dead tenor saw rang the alarm and bawl bout him pumpkin belly there were car rides to DC with a little in the trunk the gift of the big apple theater for my birthday, the coupling of two revered west Indian families for a minute the destruction of my sanity the birth of twelve languages and purification by pain...
but I still managed to listen to the teachings of Haile Selassie, memorize the books of Moses, walk for confirmation, go to church on a Saturday, Sunday, confession on a Monday and Wednesday. Pay tides and offerings out of my piggy-pan, read revelations back to front, learn numerology and how to predict the next anti-Christ by the number of digits in his name (Ronald Wilson Reagan 6+6+6). The fucked up thing about religion it allows you to do all the things you’re not to do mon- Fri so you can beg forgiveness on a Wednesday. The wicked thing about religion is all the bloody money you put in that bloody plate yet your batty still hurts from the hard bench and you singing from the same ole song-key from five years before. I guess my wonderful darling O.B says it best with his new song Church Heathen.