RETURN OF THE GREAT

Psst. Don’t start making a big commotion or anything, but I decided to poke my head back in here. Well— I guess you’re probably drowning in questions and excitement huh? I’m not going to walk down memory lane, I really don’t have the energy to be honest. Pft. But I guess I could at least tell you what brought me back here after seemingly jumpin ship.  Hopefully you didn’t jump to conclusions and assume that though— remember when I said I love this shit too much to quit? I have never been a quitter. Let me just make a long, but adventurous story short and break it down like this, I’ve been doing whatever I want. I’ve been working through some things, healing, discovering, wandering (not aimlessly), growing, ascending, becoming— hello let me introduce you to The Stylish Sorceress aka OMi 4/7 aka the High Priestess aka you better not call me any of those names if you ever are allowed the privilege of being in my presence. I’ll always be Master to you. 

Well, since you’ve seen me last, I’ve acquired some new ink, including the Moon on my face. I moved to Hawaii for almost a year, experienced true mental bliss, hella culture shocks, and the illest Christmas party ever. Wow, white people sure know how to throw a party. Invite me whenever. I learned so much shit about myself that I realized I am not who I was. I have ascended to a space that feels like total power and achievement. It’s one helluva feeling to be honest.

When I got back to New York in January I had no idea the world would be flipped upside down. Even though I did kinda lowkey see this in like every single Tarot reading I did last year. Hahaha
I haven’t really mapped out all of the logistics yet, but I eventually want to live in Canada permanently, though i’ll be traveling often as usual. I’m still building that empire I always tweeted about! Though I doubt you’ll be seeing much of me on social media these days. It’s just not my cup of tea anymore. And I love tea.

I miss owning white people to be honest. Especially with all that’s happening in the world. I think this is the perfect time to be a slave owner since the world is finally awakening from that ‘snow white spell’ we have all been under. I’ve been doing some deep reading and reflecting on OUR history and let’s just say the willy lynch letter put the nail in the coffin for all of you whites who have not being paying us BLACK ROYALTY the respect we deserve. Things are aligning now. I’m gonna wait for the dust to settle before I make any drastic moves, but mark my words, moves are certainly being plotted. Moves will certainly be made. For now send all of your gifts and ca$h to me for growth and expansion. See you soon.

THROWBACK THURSDAY

When I discovered the intense and twisted world of female domination years ago, I had no idea how addictive it'd be, calling the shots without boundaries. Initially, I was just here soaking up all the information I could. Experimenting was essential to helping me find my own lane. Because once I realized how saturated the internet was with 'insta dommes' I knew I wasn't interesting in following in anyone's footsteps. I didn't have the same desires or motivations 'the others' had. What was alluring to me was the ability to exercise my natural born power without repercussions.  I experienced the highs and lows early on with my first long term slave being someone who's mommy issues ran deep enough to prompt him to seek professional help eventually. But he taught me a lot about who I was and was not when it came to the underground world of BDSM. Nothing about the kink and sexual aspects were appealing to me, so I had to figure out if there was even a space for me. That's when I discovered that Black Female Supremacy existed and there were an abundance of 'believers' who yearned for Dominant Black Women to take possession of their entire life. 

Sure, meeting a lonely white man in Starbucks every month to violently kick him in the balls and collect an envelope full of cash was amusing but not sustaining. Once we wen't our separate ways, I always felt a void. Like, "hey this bitch should be crawling around my house dusting and serving me drinks.." So I set out on a journey to collect loyal white men to control and use as I desired. Along the way I've retained and sustained some and even sold and traded others. If you were to ask me 'why do you do what you do' I wouldn't even be able to genuinely answer, because I don't actually do anything. Honestly speaking, I'm literally just living my normal life and taking what I believe I am owed for my existence. Yes, owed; I deserve everything I get. Understanding Black Female Supremacy means this is common logic for anyone engaged and if you are not a believer, well, then why the fuck are you here reading this?  

Today I decided to throw it back to one of my most memorable times when I took one of my white pets on an excursion through Central Park. The shock and awe, the stares, the laughter, it was all thoroughly pleasing. When you are willing to sacrifice your pride and be put on display for me if I command, well, hell yes. That is one helluva pleasingly good time. A lot of people would prefer to believe that most of what I tweet is merely for entertainment, but I caution you to not be so naive. I am an unorthodox who is fueled by white tears. You might be intrigued, but be aware, you may also be in over your head if you're considering pursuing me. Don't say I didn't warn you. 

SELF-DISCOVERY

It's equally frustrating and intimidating, trying to gain my acknowledgement. I'm aware. Imagine being needed and wanted by hundreds and hundreds of inferior men, meanwhile all you're trying to do is fucking exist...

Yeah, imagine.
Of course, I get it, finding me online, no matter how many times I scream, 'I am not a gimmick' but your brain is screaming 'she can't be real'. Maybe it's circumstance that built me, possibly this is who I've always been. Both tame and wild, not giving a fuck about the opinions of others. Until you've walked a mile in my shoes, I can't even hear you. Shut the fuck up.

I often screen prospects; by often I mean, like every damn day. I had one tell me the other day, after attempting to steer the conversation, then consequently summoned my wrath "you're too full of yourself" of course I didn't respond, since I had already dismissed him and per typical male ego, he had to have the final word. Unbothered, I had to laugh out loud, because, he was right yet wrong. Of fucking course I am full of myself, well, duh. Why do men get so fragile over female confidence and power? L O L
Those moments are iconic for me, when I know I've disrupted whatever mission you had your heart set on. Because why must I constantly remind you that this is my world. I do not exist for you. You exist for me. Shall I write it every single day to embed it in your mind?

Anyway, these  last few weeks have been enlightening. Yes, I am wise probably beyond my years. But there's always room for enlightenment. I'll never be too powerful to grow or learn. I am everything that you see online, but so much more. Things I couldn't even articulate through a blogpost, you'd just have to experience it for yourself to truly grasp the intensity.
I have always been a highly spiritual being, yes, I believe in the paranormal and I believe in manifesting your own reality. There is no such thing as 'God' as the European culture has cultivated religion in order to control and capitalize. God, is the universe. Simple. From prophetic dreams and premonitions as a child, to being able to distinctively remember my birth, I believe I have been placed here for a divine reason. Actually, in further insight, I guess I should say, I believe I came here for divine purpose. I am such a paradox, but all the very same effective. Realizing that I can use my existence for good or evil, healing or destruction. That knowledge alone, is rather mind blowing. Here I am, diving deeper into this mystic voyage, discovering the things I was taught never to explore. The dark side. I'm fascinated with my abilities, far more complex than power and control over men; I have a gift. Self-discipline, focus and diligence are what is shaping me into an even more dynamic woman. If you ever have the privilege of experiencing my presence, just proceed with caution. I am far more than what meets the eye.