Warrior Goddess…. a poem…..

warrior goddess

Warrior Goddess


I AM a Warrior.

I AM a Soldier.

I was born to wield a mighty sword.


A mighty sword to create a new path.

A mighty sword to wield the truth.


I am not a monk.

I am not a nun

I am not a sage.


I have knowledge.

I have wisdom


I have a voice

that needs to speak.

I have a voice that will not be silenced.


I AM a Warrior.

I AM a Soldier.


I was born to wield a mighty sword.


I am ready right here.

I am ready right now.

There is no delay

My sword is in hand….


I will slay you with the truth.

I will slay you with justice.

I will slay you with wisdom.

I will slay you with knowledge



I will just as easily

slay you with my sword….


The choice is yours.


I am not a monk.

I am not a nun.

I am not a sage.

I AM a Warrior.

I AM a Soldier.


I was born to wield a mighty sword……



~♥ ivonne p montijo ♥~© 2013






Back to the beginning: Summer of 1980…..


The summer of 1980 was spent rehearsing for my first legitimate (meaning paid) acting job. I was cast in the play, “Contijo, Pan y Cebolla” by Cuban playwright Hector Quintero at the Bi-lingual Foundation of the Arts. It was also the summer I was learning how to juggle and I was also introduced to the world of magic and metaphysics.

I was an actor and I was learning and honing my craft.  I was also only 18, a virgin and still very naive about life and the world.   I didn’t even know how to drive a car. All that would change before the year was out.

I would take the bus to rehearsals, to juggling lessons, to the Hollywood Magic Store and to Westwood where I would hang out with the street performers.  If I was paying attention I wouldn’t miss the last bus..but if I was having fun I would often miss the last number 12 bus which would take me right around the corner from where I lived and then would have to catch the number 7 bus which would leave me like 8 blocks from where I lived.  Sometimes, I could call one of my uncles that lived next door to us and they might come and pick me up but I do remember having to walk the eight blocks home alone in the middle of the night.  Something that at my age now I would never do but when you are 18 years old it’s as if you are invincible.  That combined with the fact that the part of the brain which can calculate consequences has not fully formed yet in the teenager often makes for some pretty poor choices.

But anything was better that being at home cooped up with a mother who was taking Valium because she wasn’t handling life after divorce well.

The theatre and my performer friends were my escape from the emotionally abusive childhood that I had.

I would rehearse the play weeknights and often Andy Garcia, the Andy Garcia would drop me off in Hollywood at JSB’s apartment…….days were spent with JSB in Hollywood…Saturday nights I spent in Westwood Village…..

It was the beginning of my dreams of life as an artist………to be continued….

back to the beginning…part 4, the magician…..

Professional jugglers at the time I was learning how to juggle use lacrosse balls.  And I was instructed by my juggling teacher that I could purchase lacrosse balls at Hollywood Magic Store located at 6614 Hollywood Blvd.  I dutifully got on the bus to purchase by first set of professional juggling balls.

I walk into the world-famous Hollywood Magic Store, which was quite intriguing with its displays of magic paraphernalia.  I think that there were something like 3 men behind the various counters.  But it was the younger man who jumped out to help me.  He was about my age had curly blond hair and blue eyes. I guess you can say that he was kinda cute.   I was like a child who had never been in a candy store.  I was fascinated by everything in the store.   I had never seen magic in person before and I was dazzled.

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….back to the beginning….part 3

To recap, I decided that I wanted to learn how to juggle and dressed in a clown costume and make-up I approached one of the street performers in Westwood Village and asked him if he would teach me how to juggle.

He said yes and we exchanged phone numbers.

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…..back to the beginning ……part 2

Westwood Village in early 1980’s was a veritable  play ground.  Back in those days couples would be out walking about the Village hand in hand–oh so romantic. There was so much to see and do  It seemed to offer everything: restaurants, boutiques, quaint Old World architecture, an upscale crowd, a party atmosphere after dark,  movie theatres and dance clubs where you could disco the night away, even if I was a bit underage at the time.  It was a time when a young girl could walk about the village by herself and be safe.

But for me the real draw to the Village were street performers all over the village, mimes, jugglers, magicians variety acts.  You could find them all over the village but the prime location was the triangular corner in front of the then Glendale Bank building on the corner of  Broxton & Kinross–I think there is a restaurant there now.

It was the spot for street performers.  Of course the Hare Krishna in their saffron-colored robes would often get there early for dancing and chanting but right after is when the juggling started.

For a young virgin just out of an all girls high school it was the “carnival” come to town but every weekend.  And I was there.  I would catch the number 12 bus on Saturday nights and I was meeting new friends and hanging out.

So, of course when I decided that I wanted to learn how to juggle I knew I would ask the juggler I had seen performing in Westwood.  These guys were amazing…they would juggle balls, clubs, torches, knives.  To my young and naive eyes it was all amazing and astounding.  I was discovering a world of performance beyond the walls of my dysfunctional home life.  It was my escape into fairytale world of my own creation.

So there we were a group of us in clown costumes and make-up walking over from U.C.L.A. campus to promote Mardi Gras and of course my side objective was to head over to the juggler.

So, off I went through the village passing out flyers and having a grand time…and then the jugglers had a break in their performance.  Now was my chance……I walked over and introduced myself.  I told him I wanted to learn how to juggle and would he teach me?

He said yes and we exchanged phone numbers……..to be continued……

….limbo land……….

Love Me Tender (song)

Love Me Tender (song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Since, the Malaysia scandal at the end of March I have been living in a limbotic state (is that even a word?).

I have been neither here nor there, trying to figure out up from down.  I had a man who had been telling me that he was my soul mate, that we would be together forever and then he disappears out of my life, which is quite easy to do when I live in the USA and he lives in Australia.  The only thing that has kep me going is my writing and this driving force to learn music.

I am still not even sure myself as to why I am doing all of this?  I just know that I have been compelled.  Thus far I have written the lyrics to 23 songs. I can play a simple version of “Love Me Tender” on the guitar and “Frere Jacque” on the piano.

I have decided to take music classes at Long Beach City College.  I start next week–I will be taking Music Theory, Songwriting Composition, and Beginning Piano in addition to the private piano and guitar lessons, and then there are also the guitar lessons I am taking through the local parks and recreation classes.

Really at the moment my plate is full.  I am following a path that I feel is being led by spirit–surely none of this is logical in the least.  And I am trusting and having faith that God has an ultimate destination in mind for me because honestly, I don’t really know where any of this is headed if it is even going anywhere…….

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