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Episode Script
Greetings Good Listeners,
You are tuning in to Magical Reality TV for the Revolution. I’m your host, Shaunga Tagore, artistic director of Otherworldly Giants. We are rolling through our 2-week series, the truth about what art can do, in times of genocide.
If you’ve been following along, you know this series is about re-introducing my work to the world. However, in the first episode I told you exactly why I would potentially, intentionally screw up this launch.
Welcome back to our ever unfolding mystery – is Shaunga gonna screw up this launch, or not!?
So yesterday, I was sitting on my couch, and working really hard on my next episode for this series.
I was writing more about the “SpiderWoman Technology” ie a new business model strategy that I’ve been visioning: one that is truly worthy of our humanity, and gets us closer to circulating a Universal Badass Income in the coming years.
I was determined to write the piece and publish it yesterday, as I’ve committed to showing up on the internet during this 2-week launch and sharing something with my aligned audience, every day.
But, my Future Partner interrupted me.
Then, later in the day I got sick.
So I knew I had to leave everything alone and just rest. I didn’t share anything yesterday, like I said I would.
When I get “astral visits” from my Future Partner, I cannot say no.
Let me rephrase that: if I did say, “no, not right now” to my partner, he would respect that decision and he would leave. And, there will be many times in our future life together that we’ll say no to each other.
What I mean is that, so often when I feel my partner’s energy, the level of love, sensuality, pleasure, genuine kindness and meaningful care that comes through my energy field is too good to pass up or say, “can you wait until I’m done doing whatever I thought was more important than this?”
What I mean is that my Future Partner wakes up a level of joy in me that I cannot say no to. Not because I’m powerless to it. But because I’ve made a personal commitment to nurture the genuine resonance of joy when I feel it in my spirit and body. I have a commitment to stay open to it, and turn to it, whenever it presents.
I have a self-assessment system, and a quantum energetic filtering system that ensures I stay accountable to my commitments.
I’m taking the time to break this down because when I feel my future partner’s energy it is OTHERWORLDLY POWERFUL. It is undeniable and comes charging through my field like an unstoppable waterfall full of flowers, honey and everything I prayed for.
But, a big component of what I prayed for is healing intimacy where personal sovereignty is prioritized and honoured, above all else.
Like, this isn’t the L Word, like we’re stuck in an elevator and we just HAVE to start making out because we’re powerless in our attraction to each other, we just can’t help it even if it means cheating, or breaking personal/relationship commitments.
What I love about my future relationship is that we are safe places for each other’s “no”.
The energy of my Future Partner is so sincere, loving & passionate. He knows how to love me wisely, because he knows that for himself.
Then Estha and Rahel, my two twin cats in the spirit realm pipe up: “And he’s verrrrry talented! Don’t forget, he’s veerrrrrry talented!”
His voice is one that wakes up mountains. He often tells me, what he loves about our relationship is that I bring out his playful side.
By the way, my partner is a queer, genderqueer, trans, racialized person – he carries a multiplicity of genders, in a similar way that I do.
I have found the most accurate way to describe my gender is that I’m a multi-gendered woman of colour. I have multiple genders in me across the gender spectrum, but the gender that holds all of those genders and walks the world is woman.
So, yesterday I’m writing my episode about the SpiderWoman technology, and I feel my partner’s energy coming through my field.
Actually I feel him reacting to episodes in this series that I’ve published. Like no, we have not met. But I can tell he’s watching this series. I can feel him going through the journey I’ve taken people through thus far in episode one, two and three.
At one point he has to pause the youtube video because of the way I sometimes make dorky jokes, and I giggle at my own dorky jokes, and it just kills him.
You know how you feel when your partner does some small dorky thing and you find it just adorable, sexy and attractive.
I can feel his chest filling up, like how can one little giggle hit you so hard, and be the reason you stop everything and know with certainty: holy fuck, I am so in love with you.
Now I hear the particular timber of his voice talk to me through the quantum realm: my love for you is insatiable…it’s unfathomable…it’s out of this world, like that song by The Cure.
(you know we have to go back to real lives…it’s Magical Reality TV!)
Now I’m transported to a memory from our future.
My partner and I are together in person, we’re dating at this point, we’re hanging out at home. And I do that giggle again.
He comes toward me, grabs me, lifts me up, carries me to his bed, kissing me hard, kissing me soft. Like all the times he has watched me giggle from afar, while I was talking about god knows what on youtube – all that built up passion and desire is finally pouring out of him now, finally in a way that my body gets to receive.
So I’m sitting here on the couch, getting lost in this moment of love and sensuality from my future.
Then I’m like: “Girl! You are interrupting me!”
I have all this work to do for this launch! I have to finish writing and recording this shit today.
“You work too hard.” His voice full of silk.
“I wanna play. I can’t help it. This is just the time I decided to watch your video. You work too hard.”
He puts his hand on my chest and pushes me back so now I’m leaning back on the couch.
“I wanna have some fun. You do, too. Right?”
Alright Good Listeners, there’s more to that scene but that’s all I’m going to show you for now.
Rest assured I do take a little a break. Then later I come back to writing my episode, but I’m interrupted again. This time it’s because I get sick, ugh.
I ate something that I shouldn’t have ate. I made dinner, and there’s something in there that I’m developing an allergy to.
Everything on my I’ve eaten a lot in the past, but something isn’t agreeing with me anymore.
So yeah, I was sick all last night. This isn’t just a story, this is true. I feel like shit!
My Future Partner was present for all of that too.
What I love about our relationship is that he is such a stable, strong, consistent partner. He’s always there for me in moments that matter most, including the times I get sick.
Let me just say – isn’t it a miracle?
Aren’t our ancestral technologies of communication, our otherworldly medicines that shouldn’t have survived across eons of witch hunting and genocide and land grabs…
Isn’t it a miracle that this medicine is here right now, thriving in me – thriving in my communication with my future partner, as if it were easy? As if it had never been burned, and never been hurt before.
So much that he could already be there for me when I’m sick, all night, last night, without having even met?
At some point in the night, I say to him: “Ugh, I hurt.”
What I love about our relationship is that we never, ever dream of defining each other. It’s not his job to name me, and it’s not my job to name him.
He doesn’t tell me who I am. He doesn’t tell me what I need.
What he does is see me clearly. Especially in the places I have a little smudge on the mirror. He reflects me back to me.
He recognizes me, while I re-member myself.
He rubs my back and he says to me:
“My Beloved. What you need is a Rest Retreat. You need a a fully funded Ancestral Artist Rest Retreat – STAT.”
You needed it yesterday, but we’ll settle for ASAP. You need a Rest Retreat specifically designed for you, hosted and carried by the people who love you best. Your Soul Kin, your Inner Friendship Circle. We haven’t met yet, but we’re preparing for you. We’re all preparing for each other.”
Tell me what it looks like, I say.
Your friends, we usher you into a portal where we prioritize and protect your rest.
Every day, we make food for you that supports and nourishes your body. We take you out on daily excursions to places in nature that feed your spirit. We introduce you to places that have been calling your soul.
These sacred places in nature ground you while you grieve, and they are fed by the medicine of your grief, your heart, your lungs, your song, your arms.
Arms like – what it means to embrace life. Like really, really embrace life. Because you’ve really, really embraced death. Arms like, what it means to hold and be held.
These sacred spaces – the water, trees, flowers, animals, birds, rocks – the big ones and the small things. They re-mind you of spiritual perspectives of Death, Dying, Transition and the After-Life, and it makes you feel like yourself.
It brings you peace for who and what you’ve lost.
Joy for the ways you get to still share relationship across worlds. You’re newly renewed with motivation & excitement in your purpose to share your wisdom with other humans who long for your perspective.
You come home and we give you a really nice massage. Your legs, your hands, your neck.
Then, we all share a gentle movement practise. Whatever the moment calls for: yoga, dance, gentle martial arts, breath work.
Then, you sit alone in the quiet wooden sauna we built outside, warming your body, cleansing your spirit.
We share sweet, nourishing conversation over dinner. We concoct weird inside jokes. All of us laugh in ways we haven’t laughed in a long time.
Aahh when the laughter leaves your body…
When we remind you of how much laughter you are capable of…
Do not under-estimate how important this kind of laughter is to a body and spirit that so sorely needs to rest.
Afterward we offer you night time medicine bundles, sweet spiritual night-caps, carefully designed to help you prepare for sleep. Just small things. Herbal tinctures, teas, a heating pad, soft sound healing.
You go to sleep in a cozy, comfortable bed. My future partner turns off the light and leaves the room in the bottomless silence that I crave. When my eyes peel open in the sunrise, I wake knowing deep rest in my bones.
Imagine it.
I don’t just imagine it, it comes to me.
I re-member myself in the future rolling toward me like a Chariot. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
This home – my home – is not where I am now. Here, in this city, next to the Smallest Great Lake. Next to an Otherworldly Water(Fall) Giant.
When I’m in my Rest Retreat I’m not on the east side of turtle island, I’m on the west. In a small town right next to the Earth’s Root Chakra. Next to an Otherworldly (Volcanic) Mountain Giant.
Interestingly enough, from a perspective of my astrocartography – both places that have been generous enough to offer me home, here on the East, and there on the West – they both fall on ley lines that hold the intersection of Pluto and Jupiter.
But that’s another story. So much so, that I wrote a whole play about it. Pluto and Jupiter’s love and loss story.
Where I do my Rest Retreat is our shared home. It’s our Queer and Trans Ancestral Artist Mecca. This is a Ceremonial Land Back project. It’s led by Queer & Trans Black & Indigenous stewardship.
Its purpose is a dedication to Cross-Cultural Ancestral Solidarity.
The people who live here come from diverse lineages, and all of us have a committment to weave our personal healing into the rhythmic pulse, the heart-beat of liberation coursing through the veins of the planet, the rivers.
All of us prioritize our personal healing in relationship to Black and Indigenous freedom.
There are a few different houses and studios on this compound. In the center there’s a sanctuary space for Black healing and freedom. Often we have events here that are closed doors, for Black folks only to engage in healing and ceremony.
Our main living space is firmly positioned in the South East. Sometimes our space is full of quiet, like it is now.
Sometimes it’s overflowing with community and friendship. It’s a place for myself and many of us to heal our wounds of social trauma. It’s a fun and lively gathering place where many dedicated Ancestral Artists come and go.
It’s a powerful hub for incredible artistic incubation and actualization. We create sagas; multi-season, genre-bending epics with sprawling timelines, spin-offs and Universes…sees, like our very own abolitionist multiverse version of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Sometimes we spend night after night playing board games and charades, and you know that game called Mafia – we do that one a lot – and we get real goofy with it.
Sometimes we host sweet, sober parties, where my partner can DJ all night – he’s a really good DJ – and we can dance our faces off.
The best part about these parties is that all the Ancestors, Elders and Old Ones are honoured. Every party is grounded in ceremony so that our Ancestral medicines are properly protected, prioritized, and not left vulnerable to exploitation or psychic attack.
And I’m not saying they’re sex parties…but they’re not…NOT sex parties…(giggles)
These are nights where we have permission to be sexy, wear sexy things, get sexy with each other, and it’s safe to do so. Our Erotic Ancestors are safe here.
And, we have celibate or asexual places in other parts of the compound, too. So you don’t have to be around sexy things if you don’t want to.
Eventually we film our Magical Reality TV series here, for the Revolution.
The queer, anti-ableist, witchy version of Love is Blind that instead of frying your brain cells actually fills you with soul-nourishing cosmic planetary medicine, ancestral codes for liberation, and really good relationship values. Plus, the process of creating this TV show is ancestor-guided. It protects the dignity, humanity, privacy and reciprocity of all involved.
Yeah, you know the one. The Reality TV show that blows up and inspires millions of people around the world to invest in their Ancestral healing journeys. We call it: “Love That Breaks the Rules.”
My three future best friends, including my future partner live here in the main living space on the South East.
I do know their names, but I’m not gonna tell you what they are just yet. I’ll tell you a translation of their names.
There’s Joy…like boundless enthusiasm just for being alive.
There’s Love like Prayer…like life-long devotion to a beloved.
And then there’s my partner: you can call him, the Hero’s Song.
Joy, Prayer and Song, they all live here in the South East.
I live in my own private studio, in the North. In the “The Ancestors Writers Room.”
This is actually my dream living arrangment. I love living around my people, but I don’t want to live WITH my people. You know? I love having them close by.
My partner loves living with other people, but we don’t live with each other.
Because I’m a grumpy, moody Scorpio Rising. I am still just learning how to Human, after centuries of thriving as a Vengence Demon. In other words, I need my own space.
My friend Ravyn is like this too. When I first told her about my quantum visions for this queer and trans Ancestral Artist Mecca, her first response was: “Wait – how many people live there?” Because she knew, just by hearing me speak about it, that she would eventually get there too.
Over the next few decades our Ancestral Artist Mecca builds and grows, year by year, ever stronger in its Ancestral Prowess.
Our compound expands. By definition, this entire stretch of land becomes a breathing, sprawling, thriving Healing Bed.
Now our compound is overflowing with thriving mystery schools, storytelling schools, entertainment enterprises, dance, music and visual art studios.
Schools that teach us Ancestor-Guided, Ceremonial Musical Theatre in craft and in life.
You can get anything you need here. Everything is contained in music.
Math. Numbers, numerology, rhythm, boundaries, limits.
Science: the human and earth body as a musical instrument.
Biology, Chemistry, Physics. The way our ancestral technologies guide the process of creation, through quantum and mundane reality.
Alchemical transmutation, Energetic Surgery, the laws of nature that you find in a story.
Musical Theatre as Multiverse History, Herstory and Themstory.
Learning about every aspect of creation from the lens of the Ancestors: Survivor Multiverse Memoir Writing. Principles of Ancestral Artistry and Ceremonial Entrepreneurship. How to fund the Ancestral Artist’s Life, how to Budget for Liberation.
Imagine going to a school where you don’t have to drown in debt,
or degrade your body and your disabilities by trying to keep up with the work load,
or exploit Indigenous cultures in your research project,
or invite young queer and trans performance artists into your classroom who are so hungry for opportunities, so they can pour their wisdom all over you & get paid in pennies while you write your papers about them,
or have your artistic energy healing eaten alive by this academic galactic entity that aggressively pushes all of our sacred holistic medicines into overly-intellectualized little boxes made of ticky tacky,
or get arrested because you’re protesting for Palestine because the higher ups are happily invested in genocide because the whole institution was built on genocide.
…Can you tell, I have *some* academic trauma? (LOL)
Imagine that.
Imagine our schools are not just schools. Our schools are living, breathing altars and we are Planetary Altar Carriers.
Our schools, our stages, and our stories, are first and foremost sacred sites where our loved ones come to transition, die, ascend, become, and evolve as Ancestors.
They are sacred sites where we apprentice the Great Art of personal and collective Transmutation, for our Selves, our Lineages, and for the most concerning ailments of our time.
And we do it with Style. With Grace – for ourselves and each other.
We make it look easy. Because we are easeful with ourselves, and each other.
Our schools are imbued with the primary directive to protect the planet at all costs – her longevity, her thriving, her birth right to experience her full orbit. We do it for her, again and again. Because we already have, and it is already done.
Somewhere along the way, it becomes a home where we do not get to just exist. We get to live…and die…as a Thriving Village.
Our Thriving Village protects queer and trans kids.
We protect our elders.
We protect the end of life phase..
We protect the transition process, and the grieving process.
We protect Black, Indigenous & people of colour.
We prioritize Suvivors and disabled spoonies.
We invest in our otherworldly magic,
and our love story with the stars.
We provide spaces for people who are healing from addiction,
investing in transformative justice,
and spiritually shedding the colonial mind.
None of us worry about money. We don’t even pursue money, not really.
Because we know that our Wealth is secure.
In fact, we become a hot bed for money.
We bring in MILLIONS OF DOLLARS into our sacred space,
like it’s nothing.
Because we trust ourselves with money.
We hold and grow money so that we can make our biggest, most unprecedented moves when it comes to divesting and draining power from colonial, capitalist Earth-destroying industries,
and we give ALL OF IT BACK, to the Ancestors.
We know how to hold massive amounts of money, and then pour that money into revolutionary projects and pursuits who are actively invested in practising the worlds we dream of.
We trust ourselves with money because we know it’s not about the money.
We keep the end-game in mind.
The goal is to deplete the power that money has over us, because we keep investing in our deeper Wealth that matters more.
Eventually, the way we use money is more like monopoly money.
We exchange it, but it doesn’t really mean anything.
Then one day we wake up and realize – why are we even doing that?
This entity called money needs to be layed to rest, for good.
It has caused too much harm. Money has plagued our species for too long. Our obsession with money. This greed, this need to pillage and ravage our Earth’s resources, for what – for a number on your bank account? To fill more excess into a void in a soul that is ACHING for something REAL?
At the end of the day, there is no making money work for us, as a species. What it needs is to be put back in the ground, and offered back to the Universe for transmutation.
In the meantime, we need to use it for the sole purpose of re-membering our true wealth.
Those of us who get it, we get it. There is nothing about money that is neutral. But we can neutralize it.
Those of us who get it, we get it. We know how annihilating money is. How many lives it has ruined, human and non-human.
But that doesn’t mean we’re gonna reject it. That doesn’t mean we can pretend we don’t have to take responsibility for it.
We’re gonna take it back. And We Are the Ones who will render it powerless in the face of our True Wealth.
That’s it for today’s episode, Good Listeners. Thank you for tuning in. In just one week, we will be closing our doors to our 4-month Ancestral Think Tank & Artist’s Retreat, “when we lived and died in the thriving village.” This is a space for you to land softly twice a month, and we’ll practise our ancestral listening, to our “Inner Thriving Villages.”
We’ll seek their council, and how to bring that thriving back into our daily lives, and for our planet as a whole.
During this time we will also apprentice this new business model I’m envisioning, called “The SpiderWoman Technology” it’s a way of exchanging money that harnesses our true wealth, and a business model that is truly worthy of our humanity.
Keep tuning into this two week series, follow our pages, I hope to tell you about the SpiderWoman technology tomorrow, and I will, unless of course, I get interrupted <3
Until next time!
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