I think it’s really disheartening.
Everyone screams about the importance of mental health, but then turns around and jokes on or doesn’t understand people fight demons bigger than they could ever imagine.
Yeah, people make their own bed and have to lie in it, but I’m sure we have all had to do the same.
If you can’t meet someone with compassion and understanding maybe you shouldn’t meet them at all.
Why am I scrolling down my timeline seeing videos of fighting and someone killing people at point blank range? What are you feeding yourself as you watch these videos and what are you trying to feed me or others by sharing?
Yea I get it your page you can do what you want. The question is, when will you realize the energy that you put out is the energy you get in return? Everyone is screaming how important energy is and how they have to protect theirs at all cost and yet they are doing themselves the most harm.
Here is another thing for you to think about.
1. You have a group of 5 “friends” that show each other disrespect. As people walk by they see the disrespect and they think they could join.
Why? Bc that’s what they’re being shown.
2. I say something disrespectful about my sister to you and you turn around and say something about her.
Can I get mad? No because I’ve already set the standard for how to treat her. The narrative of well that’s my sister I can say what I want is out the window.
3. If I am defeated in my own space and I have a lack of care for my belongings.
Can I get mad at people for coming in and not respecting my space? You could only hope that people wouldn’t follow my lead, but it’s been proven time and time again that people will treat the space how you treat it.
I’m just going to leave all of that right there with you.
I think it’s time to take accountability for ourselves on an individual level and for once look at the energy you put out.
Life isn’t rainbows and sunshine.
But it doesn’t have to be
Death and destruction either.
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My Experience
My experience is unconditional love wrapped in trauma.
The purest love trampled on by everything that I was taught along the way. The idea of not feeling worthy of love, so taking in any form that i could get.
Taught that i was supposed to lose myself in every situation that i found myself in; leaving behind bits and pieces of the purest love.
Only to fill myself with the coldness and trauma of others. Taking on their energy as if it were my own.
Allowing people to permeate my being while breaking themselves against me. Watching as the vicious cycle continues.
Broken pieces after broken pieces, when will it end? It won’t end if we keep wearing the prettiest mask. The mask that says, we truly love ourselves when in reality we live with broken pieces inside. It won’t end if we keep saying that we’re healed, but in reality we’re willing to still hurt those that come across our paths.
To be loved with no conditions is something that we strive for, but we can’t even learn to forgive.
How can we expect something for ourselves when we aren’t willing to give it away freely?
Expectations so high of others when you can’t even give it to yourself.
My experience is unconditional love wrapped in understanding.
My experience is unconditional love wrapped in compassion.
My experience is unconditional love wrapped in truth.
My own truth that sets me free.
What Are You Feeling?
A suffocation of emotions and old beliefs, I feel the stagnation of my mind playing tricks on me. I feel the need to release repressed feelings that no longer serve me.
I feel the need to breathe and release, but I’m getting lost in the how. Watching everything around me instead of what’s inside of me. Paying attention to all the wrong things.
I speak for me, but I also speak for you. I speak for you because I can feel you in the deepest part of my soul. My suffocation is not mine alone.
The words don’t flow out of your mouth as it does mine. I’m the mirror that reflects your deepest needs and desires. The mirror where you could be your true self.
I shine the light through all of the mask you picked up along the way. As I heal you heal, as I become one with myself you begin to follow suit. You see the light that shines bright and you want it for yourself.
Death of one’s self is not an easy pill to swallow. They tell you not to go into the light, but that’s where you become alive.
White and Black Skin
In her white skin she shined a light on my black experience. She gave me the tools and understanding in order for me to transverse my own darkness.
She allowed me the freedom to feel as she gave me the logic behind it. She allowed the space of understanding and compassion.
I was given a shoulder that didn’t look like mine.
Was that just a coincidence? of course not. Her white skin and understanding allowed me to identify with my black skin and the beauty of it.
With her white skin and my black skin we become one. To shine a light where there is darkness.
It’s Time
God, I call forth your people. I call forth the ones that can lead in healing the lands. The ones who know for sure that the power lives inside of them. The ones who are led by spirit and not by ego.
God, I call forth your people that know they serve a purpose and for them to start living in it and if the have already started the journey to continue more than ever to live it on purpose. I call forth the ones who are fighting within themselves to find the peace they so desperately seek.
God, I call on the ones not distracted by the narrative of the world around them, the ones who know that they create their own reality. I call on the ones who are ready to create the reality of love and understanding. Compassion of knowing we all get it wrong sometimes and no one is perfect.
God, I call on you for the protection of these people, I call on you to send your army of Angels because this fight won’t be easy. I call on you to shed light where there is darkness. Guide us to our divinity, help us search ourselves to find you.
God, I call on you because it’s time!
And so it is
In Jesus’ name Amen
The Choice
I’m just going to place my unpopular opinion right here.
I feel it’s time to move on from certain narratives and realize we’re all humans living a human experience.
I feel like it’s time to start having conversations that makes us uncomfortable with the people that it makes us uncomfortable with.
The level of misunderstandings and hate is a real issue scrolling down my timeline seeing everyone point the finger at each other without taking some type of accountability is pretty disgusting.
I know people are tired of having to explain why something is right or wrong, but let’s step back and look at the whole picture. Take your personal feelings out of it and look through a lens of logic. Look at it through the lens of understanding.
The world is NEVER going to be the same again. No one is coming to save you . It’s time to save ourselves because at this point no one is right. We’re all wrong and we’re all missing the mark.
We are in the time of ultimate darkness and it’s time to be the light. I dont know about ya’ll, but I choose to live in the light.
We are all ultimately responsible for each other I cannot have knowledge about something and not share it and get mad because someone is ignorant to the fact. How can I sit next to you and not try to elevate you?
We are ALL carrying pain from experiences, we’re all carrying things that we were taught along the way and honestly it’s time to unlearn all of it and start over.
When I started to share my work and my own experiences I thought I was speaking to a certain demographic. God proved me wrong and showed me that as a COLLECTIVE WHOLE we ALL share the same feelings and fears.
Anyway, long story short be the light.
Scars
I’ll show you my scars if you show me yours. Sike, I’ll show you mine without the thought of looking at yours. My scars tell the story of heartache to triumph.
My scars speak to me louder than the person in front of me. My scars are what make me beautiful. How dare you think I need to see yours in order to share mine.
My scars tell me there has been healing in places I thought were impossible. My scars are raised above my skin and my heart, the trail where you could run your fingers back to the start.
Would you rather see where my scars end or begin? Either choice you’ll see the beauty that lies within.
Truth Comes To Light
First and foremost I want to express my deepest gratitude for what is happening and for what is to come.
I was taught that I wasn’t enough, and from that idea I always tried to fit into a square that I didn’t belong in. I was told I spoke like white people and I listened to “white” music. I guess that made me not enough in my own blackness around my own people. I was always different. I never followed the crowd, but was to afraid to fully go out on my own. I would hide and suppress who I truly was. I never fit in but in reality I wasn’t supposed to. Everyone around me muted my thoughts and ideas until it crushed my own creativity. I stopped doing everything I loved because I felt like whatever my mind created wasn’t good enough. That’s why i spent so much time afraid of speaking my own truth or sharing my work.
I never felt good in my own skin because I didn’t have the “build” of a black girl I was always small, and guess you could say “lacking” in some areas.
Without effort I always got by so I started to believe just getting by was all that matters. I stopped trying to excel a long time ago. As I grew I watched my family struggle with money, but as long as they had the bare necessities that’s all that mattered. I started to believe that’s all that mattered. I always say it doesn’t matter what happens I’ll figure it out, I’ve come from a line of women figuring it out. These things, these ideas, the thoughts buried so deep inside of me that I thought this is what life was.
I can’t be myself because who i was isn’t good enough. I can’t be free in my own thinking because it makes me look crazy. My ideas became like everyone else until it started to suffocate me. I followed in footsteps that I never belonged in. I stayed in darkness for too long not realizing I was the light. I can no longer silence myself to make others happy or comfortable. I can no longer fit into a square that I never belonged in. The reality of the situation no one fits into the square.
I don’t want anyone to think this is a blame game because its not. This is just a truth that I chose to choose for too long.
Today, I choose to be my most authentic self. Today, I choose not to care what others think about me because in reality what you think about is not my business. In reality what you think about me is only a projection of how you feel anyway. Today, I choose to be as unique as i was made without the fear of judgment. I’ve seen and heard things that your mind couldn’t understand. I’ve met my higher self and until you meet and greet yours nothing that I say to you will make sense anyway. Today, I choose to be light. Today, I choose to be happiness. Today, I choose to be love. Today, I choose to be who I was created to be. Today, I choose to be abundance. I choose to shine my light on others for the world to see.
SuperPower
My words hold weight against the greatest things imaginable. My words are where my super power lives. I write because my words tell a story of what’s to come and what’s come to past.
I’ve learned to speak only when spoken to, but that gave me greater listening capabilities. While you thought your words were more important than my own, I sat in my own silence finding my own power.
My power are my words that will no longer be silenced. Everything that I’ve said has to come to fruition, yet people still dont believe. I have nothing to prove, but I just want to share.
My words are what keeps me afloat. The ability to stop myself from drowning just by putting words down on a piece of paper. I plant seeds by using my words I give light to the darkest minds.
Words so simple, yet so freeing. My words are my super power anchoring in the storms that have come to destroy. My words also build within the chaos, build to something much better than we’ve ever known.
My words are where my superpowers live.
Black Woman
There’s something about this black woman that can’t be denied. Her eyes hold her truth, fears and pain. Her smile is warm and generous, but holds back her own tears. Her skin is of a honey complexion, cold waiting to find her warmth.
What she found was her ability to decode the universe in order to work within it and not against it. She found her answers through the hardest test. She woke up from a reality that wasn’t real. She found her song that made her soul sing.
If her soul sings, why hasn’t she found her warmth? She knows she’s not finished. She knows there’s so much more to do. This black woman knows she has the power to unlock your mind and help you find your soul’s song. The song that connects you to the infinite power that can create any reality you want.
This black woman has been through so much in such a short amount of time, so much that would’ve made anyone crumble under the weight. She rose to the occasion and faced her fears and everything that caused her pain. This black woman knows that empowerment comes from words and how they can move mountains, she refuses to speak anything but life over someone.
Speaking life, speaking positively, providing shelter in her safe place even if it’s only for a minute. Telling everyone I promise you it’s safe take a break from your turmoil and rest your weary feet.
How do you know so much about this black woman? I AM this black woman!