Imagine an adult tale that blends goddesses and mermaids with a creation story that embraces the feel of a Greek myth, but with a distinctly Nubian flavor…one that posits female Goddesses in a philosophical and spiritual reflection of humanity’s evolution and influences.
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Solution: We, the merbeings /mermaids/merfolks, are on the side of the Jungle Beauty Goddesses. We want to preserve the natural beauty of Earth and all of its life forms that are capable of adapting to Earth’s natural environment causing the least amount of damage to the cosmos.
We, the Mermaids, do not need to me be monitored like humans. We do not need the assistance of other worldly guides, angels, or higher order omnificent beings to exist and coexist peacefully with like-minded beings on planet Earth.
We will not use or create industrialized products or services, technology, or substances that will destroy the Earth’s natural resources. The Earth, as it is, without alterations, machines, or chemicals creates the prime and ultimate living conditions for our species.
We are the natural evolutionary heirs to planet earth bequeathed by the hands of destiny. Planet earth is rapidly becoming an aquatic planet designed for life forms which can adapt to a water-only environment. If you sign planet Earth over to us for safekeeping—you will never have to worry about this planet being selfishly exploited for its resources. You will never have to come here again and you are free to live your life as you please.
More human males had begun to tell stories to sailors, pirates, and fishermen on how to capture Mermaids for sex, but they would tell their wives and girlfriends that they were going on long fishing and exploration trips. Human males were really scouring the oceans and seas in search of sexual favors by hapless mermaids.
One night three large ships of human males surrounded seven mermaids and captured them with their large fishing nets. Humans had not yet developed mobile lights for their boats, so they depended heavily on the moon’s light for travel across the oceans and seas at night. The unclad Mermaids were tangled in the fishing nets fighting and screaming ferociously to free themselves while the human males laughed, joked, and made derogatory catcalls about the size of their breasts. On this particular night, the full bright moon, turned completely black, in an instance. The pitch-black night hid the mermaids from the sailors’ view and they were able to safely swim back into the deep waters.
After that night, the Mermaids developed a relationship with the moon man. He advised the mermaids of the best times to travel above water and numerous other ways to protect themselves from human males. The ceremony tonight is the monthly ritual that we dedicate to the moon for saving our lives.”
Nebula lifted the soup spoon out of the pot, so swiftly and ferociously, that she shoved Namib and Sinai to the side. Nebula charged Dematter with the spoon in her hand. She frantically beat him in the chest with the spoon, as she yelled, “You have destroyed this family. I hate you. You animal! You beast! You are not a creator—you are a destroyer. You are evil. I hate you. You are the devil! You took my babies from me and I will never forgive you for that. You monster!”
Nebula alternated beating Dematter in the chest with the spoon with kicking him. Dematter’s massive chest withstood every punch. While Nebula was beating Dematter, he thought to himself, that he would rather feel Nebula beat him –than not have her touch him at all. He would rather hear her angry words curse him– than not hear her voice at all. He would rather know that she hate him– than to have never known that she had once loved him. And he would rather feel her pain– than feel nothing at all.
Cassandra George Sturges is the author of “A Woman’s Soul on Paper,” “Success & Beauty is an Attitude,” “The Illusion of Beauty: Why Women Hate Themselves & Envy Other Women,” and “Why Racism is a Mental Illness.” For many years, she was an advice columnist for Today’s Black Woman Magazine and is currently a full-time psychology and sociology professor at a college in the mid-west. She is a high school dropout who graduated with her General Education Diploma and eventually earned five college degrees including two masters and a doctorate degree. In her late forties, she began making life-size fabric sculpture, cloth dolls that turned out to be the main characters in her Jungle Beauty Goddesses coming of age, modern creation Nubian Mythology fantasy fiction, sensuous, romantic series. She is the mother of two adult children, a grandmother, and for over 20-years has shared her life with her twin flame.
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Do you think the name “Jungle Beauty Goddesses” could be considered offensive to some Black people given the negative stereotypes of Blacks in Africa as being technologically inferior, subhuman, and maybe suggesting an “exotic” woman of color who is promiscuous?
I submitted pictures of my Jungle Beauty Goddess Sinai doll to participate in a local Black doll show and the owner deleted the word “Jungle” from the title because she said that it was “offensive” to woke Black people. The Jungle Beauty Goddesses are all named after African deserts. In Pretty Blue Ball, Book 1, in the Jungle Beauty Goddesses series I explain what their names mean and how their father DeMatter (creator of the Universe) named the jungles in the planet after his daughters before bequeathing them planet Earth.
Excerpt from the Jungle Beauty Goddesses: Pretty Blue Ball:
“Do you promise to never, ever under any circumstances violate or exploit the spiritual, physical, and psychological growth of your beings by intermingling, socializing, or befriending them in a way that will prevent them from reaching their full potential in a manner that is self-selective, self-reflective and none-destructive?
All seven of the sisters say together, “Yes, father, we do.”
The Sanskrit meaning of the word jungle means uncultivated land, but now you are the ordained cultivators of the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth. Jungle is now the collective first name each of you will carry in matrimony to the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth.
As creators, you must entrench this planet and all of its beings with a soul-stirring, healing beauty that reflects the careful, meticulous, splendorous design of the universe from which you were born. May I have your word?
All seven of the sisters say together, “Yes, father, we shall.”
From this moment forward, Beauty is now your collective second name to remind you that beauty is a detailed act of craftsmanship that reflects the soul of its creator.
One-third of planet Earth is made up of deserts with extreme arid, cold, and hot conditions that resemble the intergalactic atmosphere of home. It was predestined that each one of you have been named after a desert as reminders to you of the all-encompassing love of your mother and I—each grain of sand is symbolic of how much we love and will miss each one of you– and that you are never far away from home.
Dematter reaches forward with planet Earth in his hand, and the seven sisters stand up and collectively reach out to place both hands on the Pretty Blue Ball planet with their father to take their final vows.
As the creator of the universe and all there is, all there ever was, and all there ever will be– with the everlasting love and support of my wife Nebula, we now imbue you with creative powers to cultivate the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth and all of its being until its sun releases its energy force back into the universe. Do you promise to serve this planet and all of its beings with kindness, honor, compassion, and integrity?
All seven of the sisters said together, “Yes, father, we do.”
“By the power invested in me, you are no longer godettes. You have taken your vows, and you are now entrusted and are held accountable as creators and protectors of the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth and all of its beings. From this moment forward you shall be called Jungle Beauty Goddesses rulers of the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth.
According to the scientific journals that I have read, Black people are the original people of planet Earth. I think it is unfortunate that many black people have created their racial consciousness and collective identity in dispute and defiance of their ‘psychological’ oppressors’ perception and definition of what it means to be a person of color; as opposed to acknowledging, accepting, and respecting the totality of their beingness and humanity on planet Earth. Why would we give up our indigenous relationship with something as beautiful and awe inspiring as the mighty jungle?
Pink Babies is the term you use—I am assuming in reference to White People, in Jungle Beauty Goddesses: Dirty Ball – Book 3. If so, do you think that some white people could find this term offensive and view the entire concept as reverse racism?
If you take one person who has been given everything, he or she needs to succeed and another person who was given nothing—I think you will see two totality different personality types emerge. I am saying in my fictitious story that the people of color, black people were favored and spoiled by the blessings of the sun in a land rich with natural resources; the Pink Babies were given the left over land with few natural resources, and this made them aggressive and self-serving. If you take race out of the equation, you can see this behavioral pattern in various situations where some people have more or less resources than others.
One of the primary premises of the Jungle Beauty Goddesses series is that there should be one race of people.
“Where there is a perception of difference–, one trait will always be assumed to be inferior or superior to the other trait. If we give our beings a variety of skin colors, they will ultimately destroy themselves. They will not have evolved enough to express intelligence, wisdom, and compassion to contemplate these differences.”
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The Protagonist, Jungle Beauty Goddess Afar, is obsessed with skin color. Her desire to be dark brown like her six sisters led her to do some atrocious acts against humanity. Where did you get the inspiration to create this character?
When I was a little girl, I begged my father to paint me White. I was about seven-years-old at the time. My daddy cried and asked me, “Momma, why would you want to be white? Don’t you want to look like the people who love you the most in this world?” I said, “Daddy, everybody hate Black people including Black people. I ‘m tired of being teased by all the kids.” A few days prior, me, my cousin, and my 2 -3 ft. doll were in a beauty contest. My two brothers were the judges. I lost the beauty contest and was deemed the ugliest because I was slightly darker than my dark brown doll. Being a dark skinned African American woman has not been easy. You know, people telling me how pretty I would be if I wasn’t so dark or how cute I am despite of being so dark. Learning how to love and accept myself as I am has been one of my biggest and most fulfilling challenges.
In Dirty Ball – Book 3 Jungle Beauty Goddess Afar is the lightest sister in the septuplet sib ship, says:
“Beauty is a funny thing Mada, it only feels real when it is reflected back to you from the existence of others and through the eyes of people you love, respect, and admire. I wanted to see beings who looked like me.”
The two primary strengths of your Jungle Beauty Goddess Series are the psychological, spiritual, and philosophical insights –and the sensuous, juicy, romantic love scenes and dialogue. These are opposing ideologies that may make it difficult to find a target audience. It reminds me of “Fifty Shades of Grey”, “Harry Potter”, and “Conversations with God” intermingled into one book. Have you thought about how difficult it may be to market a book of this nature? Who is your target reader?
This is the question I am asked the most. I don’t have a strategy or a marketing plan with an ideal reader in mind. However, I will say this—I don’t believe this book would have been psychically downloaded and channeled to my consciousness if there was no available readership or receptive audience. Race relations, global warming, unrequited love, and destiny verses free-will are timeless stories about the human condition. A reviewer coined the Jungle Beauty Goddesses as Nubian Mythology a modern day creation story. I think this is a perfect description. I am confident that the collective human consciousness conjured the creation of the Jungle Beauty Goddesses.
It feels like a children’s story in the beginning. The feel of the story moves from a whimsical, lighthearted account of very young godettes with nary a care to those of creators and caretakers charged with serious moral, ethical, and overseer responsibilities. Should there have been a smoother and slower progression to adulthood for the reader (and the goddesses) to adjust to the drastic and harsh changes of deity-hood?
My innocence was brutally snatched away from me in the seventh grade, walking home from school behind a church, down the streets from my parent’s home—by a young man in my class. Everything about me changed overnight. I was a silly, freehearted class clown, honor roll student who turned into a student who skipped classes and tried to smoke Eve Light 120 cigarettes and sipped Southern Comfort and ginger ale in a hunter green Tupperware tumbler on the way to school—each morning.
When I arrived home from school visibly disheveled and bruised, I told my parents that two high school girls tried to beat me up and take my gym shoes. This type of violence was very common in my working class neighborhood in the late 70s and early 80’s. My parents immediately believed me and I fabricated a story about why my back was scrapped and bleeding– and how I eventually fought them off me and kept my gym shoes.
The next day in school, the young man, bragged to the class about the soul-scarring incident behind the church where he place a jagged edged glass from a Sprite or 7 Up bottle to my neck to snatch away from me—what had never be given to anyone. I told him that I was saving myself for marriage and he said, “You are black and ugly and no one is going to want it. And I hate that gap between your teeth.” This dialogue played on repeat for many years in my nightmares, and when I stared blankly off into space. People would ask, “You seem lost. What are you thinking about?” “Nothing.” I would say.
I told our seventh grade classmates that he was a vicious liar. I told myself the exact same thing—he tried—but he was unsuccessful.
My parents and neighbors noticed the dire shift in my personality and referred to me as being “fast.” The most drastic change was unnoticeable—I questioned my cultural and childhood belief about God, destiny, purpose, and forgiveness.
I didn’t tell anyone about the incident because I felt ashamed. I felt the whole thing was my fault, because I had had a crush on him, he asked me for kiss, and I followed him behind the church. It was my fault, I erroneously believed.
While away at college, I was writing a research paper about this “topic” and I remembered exactly what had happened—for the first time in years—the whole truth. I was taken from the library screaming, ”God didn’t you hear me calling you?”
The Jungle Beauty Goddesses book series in essence is a reflection of my spiritual growth and dialogue with God about my observation and experience of life here on planet Earth.
You say it took a span of seven years for you to write the Jungle Beauty Goddesses Books, 1, 2, and 3. Why did you decide to begin marketing them now?
Between August and September 2019, yellow jacket wasps bit me 4 times. The Yellow Jacket wasps built a massive nest in the wall of my bedroom. The exterminator tried to kill them on 3 occasions—each time promising me that they would never return again. After the 3rd bite, I decided to look up the symbolism for yellow jacket wasps.
One of the primary messages, I read repeatedly about Yellow Jacket Symbolism is that you must work hard and consistently to make your supreme dream come true. And to apply your efforts to what you most want to accomplish in life. I am a hard worker and busy bee—but I have always put my childhood dreams on hold—because deep in my heart I felt unworthy… but most importantly, that if people rejected my real dreams I had nowhere else to hide.
Briefly, not following one’s “real” dream and not living up to one’s full potential, not taking action towards one’s life purpose, were the most important messages in yellow jacket symbolism.
I think God, the Universe; speak to us in the language we understand. The yellow jacket wasps never entered another room in my home. Initially, I was killing 15 to 20 wasps a day, and during the night I heard what sounded like hundreds of them knocking about inside of my bedroom wall.
I finally said, okay, okay God, I will finish book 3, Dirty Ball, and set up a marketing plan for all 3 books—no more yellow jacket wasps, please!.
I tried to negotiate for more time, but the yellow jackets came back even more aggressively. If it had not been for the yellow jacket wasp nest in my bedroom wall—I know without a single doubt I would have not finished book 3 or pursued marketing my Jungle Beauty Goddesses’ Books 1 and 2.
I think it is so important to take daily actions towards your “supreme dream” because it is the ultimate mission your soul signed up to accomplish in this life time. The spiritual contract of your supreme dream is connected to the supreme dream of other people on the planet who agreed to work with you. So let’s say you decided not to write your book. This will affect the editor who signed up to edit it; the publishing company that signed up to publish it;–the illustrator who signed up to illustrate it and so forth.
When we don’t follow our true dreams, I believe this leads to major illnesses, depression, and even an early departure from the planet.
Is Book 3, Dirty Ball, the final installment in your Jungle Beauty Goddess series?
The entire idea for the Jungle Beauty Goddesses storyline came to me in a dream. I was told that there would be a total of 7 books in the series. I have already begun working on book 4, “Crystal Ball.” Before I settle into my writing schedule for book 4, I am going to focus my energy on marketing the first 3 books in the series. I have a feeling that book 4 is going to come rushing down like a thunderstorm. I am seeing the visions, hearing the voices. They are waiting for me to take scribe.
Preparing to write is a very spiritual journey for me. I have certain candles, incense, and rituals I follow so that I am able to receive the story that yearns to be told as opposed to the story—I want to tell. When I am connected to Source—I am so surprised about what happens next.
The most important lesson, I learned from writing, Book 1, Pretty Blue Ball is that when I try to control what happens in the plot, or the character’s dialogue, I get writer’s block. When I give in and listen—I can’t write fast enough.
I have created Tarot / oracle cards based on the personalities of the Jungle Beauty Goddesses—who each represent a chakra. There are approximately 175 oracle cards in the deck. I do Jungle Beauty Goddess readings on my Authentik Beauty YouTube channel.
The Jungle Beauty Goddesses seemed to have evolved into their own unique existence outside of their books.
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