Slavery, New Jersey, Mr. Merkt and Me

Amaziah of biblical Jerusalem displayed that one’s heart can not be in two places, among other responsibilities.  No need for medical degree . . . if one disturbs the self-healing process then affirmed delays and scars will appear.  Although it is in our survivalist nature to crave absolute elimination of consequences born of dark heart, the regeneration needed to manifest an avenue of growth beyond self-imposed limitations can not be discovered until amends have been made.  Man the Individual must verbally apologize for acts of darkness committed seeking mercy and forgiveness from the One True God; innate concerns about the reaction from Man the Whole must be released.  Abandoning childlike excuses and mental side-stepping is the only way for evolution.

 

The effects of slavery are still felt by the American even if the white portion believes that “things have gotten better” for their black counterpart.  The generation in the process of coming to the earth today understands that this is something which they still must deal with.  Yes this is an issue that energetically remains! Yet the number of states that have officially given an apology can be expressed with the aid of one hand- congrats to New Jersey for being added. Argument lies not with the need to put in words the acknowledgement of ills committed but instead with the roots of the problem which continue to hang on today.   

 

Hearing words such as those of Republican Assemblyman, Richard Merkt, doesn’t help when an apology for the state’s action is given.  Mr. Merkt believes that with the death of men during the civil war the sin of slavery has been atoned but this thought places him in a position that I’m certain that he wasn’t intending to take up . . . the lives lost during the civil war in comparison to the lives lost from the shores of African to the farmlands of America displays his lack of compassion and true leadership.  It doesn’t take scientific study to know that blacks are still dealing with the effects of bondage especially if one looks beyond surface racial interactions.

 

I wonder what would happen if we as Americans decided to look at the reality of the situation and accept the fact that slavery is an energetic vibration that must be released in order to stand naked before God- especially with 2012 only 4 years away.  Think of the forward movement which we would then encounter . . . Solomon, son of David, demonstrating what could come from accepting the nature of our sins as they truly are. 

 

The need filled by deaths, hardships and lost of self that blacks (African Americans) endured is still to be shared, dissected and reconciled with/by all since our country has lived with the institution longer than without.  I’m certain that when the truth finally comes to light and fulfillment of the agreed upon lessons is ours hesitation for talking about American slavery will be as historical as today’s Egyptians speaking of the slavery which built the great pyramids.

 

Until then I stand in the truth of what it’s like to witness and experience being black and American holding neither personal violation in my mind nor resentment in my heart . . . but I’ve had to deal with the acts of little white minds since I was old enough to be a threat.

 

King David, please give us the strength needed to admit our earthly trespasses so that the consequences can be dealt with and advancement obtained.    

American Gladiators returns !!

Concurring with the definition provided by the earlier forbidden art of Tarot . . . moving forward from the Magician card to that of the High Priestess yields divinely guided chances to gain introspection; for downloading words from Heaven; feeling the accumulation of spiritual power and developing a deeper relationship with self.  These are the moments in which wisdom is justified and wickedness identified.  As individuals re-plugged into the grid, we have returned from generosity and Love of Unity . . . or God made flesh, to accomplishing our principal task of making it back home to the Higher Heavens brighter than the day we were born. Normally, the question for us would be this: as we stand on a new ledge admiring our newest photo of the true self within who meets with God; are we strong enough to maintain until the transmutation is complete?   Mercifully we exist during a joyous period that’s both informative and ecstatic which comes directly from divine intervention so enjoy . . . relax!

 

From the first episode I fell deeply in love with the revamped show American Gladiators on NBC.  The courses are the same with the exception of an addition of water for good measure while the gladiators are as tough as remembered with distinct names and heighten personalitie.  I was a fan as a girl so when the show came on last night I made certain that my son had the opportunity to watch and he’s hooked.  As a mother I enjoyed watching my son get drawn into the smack talking, throw downs and fast thinking displayed- before he knew it bedtime was upon him.

 

Unlike RAW, Ultimate Fighter and other sport shows that lean on the natural hunger man has for witnessing a good fight Gladiators keeps it family friendly.   Safety is a must demonstrating the importance of protection; mouths are clean and mean placing a spotlight on remaining witty even during the darkest moments; crossing the finish line is what counts no matter how behind or ahead you may be and having loved ones in the audience giving support is acknowledged . . . unity.  This is on top of the fact that two former champions, one a male professional wrestler the other a female pro boxer, host with ease keeping the viewers attention during course switches- patience is a virtue.

 

The prize of a new car, job and $100,000 is a nice touch of measured materialist exchange.  As I sat on the sofa, my son on the loveseat, I realized (once again) that the changing of the guards is now with us in all ways and in all directions.  A beaming smile took my face as my spiritual mother and I watched my son’s face light up upon knowing that both of us watched a “boy’s” show that he was about to watch and we enjoyed that show so much that we were going to watch with him now.  Anything that brings united vibrations to my family -and is uplifting- has my vote.

 

It would appear redundant to the cleansed eye to state my recommendation of American Gladiators . . . especially since it’s tried and true.

 

Archangel Gabriel, thank you for bestowing visual entertainment which reminds and unwind.       

Not Year in Review . . . But Year in Preview

There has yet to rise momentous converses declaring 2008 as just another year.  Therefore, is it startling to receive confirmations that for many things are already off to an enchanting start?  After much assimilation of the pedagogy for empowered co-creation— even if motivations were born of our true primeval vibrations— we are ready to reap that which we mentally sowed in regards to making this year the year of rebirth of renaissance.  We’re bringing back . . . well; we’re bringing something back- the name of ‘it’ just hasn’t been concurred yet. 

 

The one event that has had me standing in waiting for today is the New Years Eve performance by the true re-inventor Ms. Mariah.  I sat in awe as she strutted across the stage during the first televised American performance of the year.  Her outfit prompted the gentleman who I watched the entire show with to verbalize his amazement at the black outfit she wore and how much times have changed.  My sentiments exactly! When we include the ‘old wives tale’ which states that which we are consumed with as baby New Year strolls in and take his position at the throne will be the foundational signpost for our individual year . . . I’m feeling good.   

 

Friends and associates are all telling me their impending feeling that change is here and, according to my mother, now that the New Year is here it’s going to be swift.  Disregard the fact that she still has guidance to bestow upon me- she’s right.  Already we’ve witness a political election in Iowa which has many asking has America become colorblind; it’s obvious by the question that we are already being forced to discuss issues that once were considered idiocy. 

 

We’re at that point where the final sprinkles of dirt are being tossed on 2007 and some interesting news facts are coming out; subprime as the word of the year and Brittney Spears is dating one of the opposite side of the track . . . at least the last I heard.  New species discovered this year total 2,005 with special mentioning for the Black Sickle Doe [sic] a bird that transforms and dances- literally bouncing on trees and showing glory.  Lynne Spears and her Christian publisher realized that you can’t fool all of the people all of the time along with the truth that what’s done in the night comes to the light so her book on parenting is placed on hold due to her Nickelodeon star daughter getting pregnant. Famed author of Conversations with God has released a new book that opens with a warning due to the threatening nature of its contents.  We’re being pushed.

 

We are no longer on the cusp of new thinking but smack at the beginning- the numerological associations with this year states so.

 

Angelic prince Zasriel of Divine Presence; please come forward bearing gifts for man as only you can.  

Pride B. Greater-Sin

Man is known to perform many spiritual transgressions . . . after all, while in human temple we aren’t unblemished. Outside of our traits of disobedience and perjury there is only one other key ingredient of True Sin- Pride. Like Hope, Pride refuses to release its vise grip on all that is us; but unlike Pride, Hope want to destroy.

We were not born knowing Pride; therefore, he is no more than an acquaintance whom we meet once we’ve gained a sense of limitations. After forgetting that God still provides on earth as He did in the higher heavens, man finally becomes tolerant of the thought of separation and segregation. Pride knows this, especially since he is allies with Satan himself.

Pride will encourage you to break Commandments of God . . . laughing while you’re at it. Pride will make you place the love of money above all other loves . . . including mom. Pride will whisper sweet tales of rationalization for squeezing into places and positions which were not divinely designed for you. Pride is a jealous kinda fellow who desires that the beam in your eye remains put. Pride loves wars, battles, death, pain, confusion and fright. Pride is a strong component self-degradation!

Yet we wonder why our representatives care not about the global energetic pocketbook. Is it really a mystery why most of our celebrated film, stage and screen stars are trapped within their own perceptions? How did Pride gain entry into the church . . . that’s the long hand of the devil for yah. This man, Pride, has creep into our minds and convinced us to turn a blind eye to the least of us not caring at all if Jesus could be the woman standing at the bus stop in the freezing rain with five children.

But is it possible that Pride has talked us into believing the consequences of our own handling and guiding of souls is not our own? The other day I heard a story about a conversation between an elderly women and the bus driver. The woman confessed her bewilderment for the children of today and wondered why women today weren’t required to have a breeding license once a designated number of children was reached (they couldn’t agree on the specific amount) since this would guarantee that the feeble parenting skills of today would be eliminated. Do I really need to tell you that the bus driver agreed? The young healer that overheard this conversation told me that the entire exchange mad her physically sick since it’s the cycle not the people . . . man’s law not God’s which has brought about a hybrid . My words not hers.

If there is one thing that I wish I could break its Pride’s hold over the lost of love that our hygiene living, technological highways, banks of accumulation and rules of manipulation has created. Yet, once again if that thought is broken down then my actual desire would be to demolish man’s hold on our innate desire to bend the rules to satisfy our immediate want and the willingness to lie about it.

Archangel Zadkiel, please help us to release the pride which is nothing but a lack of compassion for the splinter that sits in the eye of another part of our self.

The hermit, the man . . . our fear.

Only true wisdom is shared and once that happen darkness is picked out and crushed with the same swiftness that a hawk uses to snatch his prey.  Once one thinks that they can pull the wool over the eyes of another who walks in the light of God with lies and manipulation then one has automatically placed themselves up to be struck down with divine light.  Although an enlighten soul fears no man, fore there is nothing on earth greater than God, that doesn’t mean that deception does not stop by.  On the Contrary the openness, trust and dedication to the greater whole of man often place a divine heart in a position where their display of true power is tested.

 

There was a man of the age of 45 and all his life he was taught to keep trouble and mayhem rotating; a large family he belonged to but each was out to take care of self- his mother wasn’t a mother so he knew no better.  This man who proclaimed his devotion to God (through church participation and dating women with half faith in our Lord) knew nothing else but how to hurt . . . words flowed from his mouth since childhood which took from others- he was a modern day vampire.  Money was his drug and the weak his dealer. 

 

One day the man came across a hermit filled with abundance and generosity.  Now the man knew that the hermit was kind and giving willing to share all that he had if asked with sincerity and a willingness to listen; so he went to the hermit home with an unconscious intent to take.  Although the hermit was wise to the man’s ways he believed that all whom crossed his path deserved the opportunity to receive the light which is the God-Force.  When the man first went inside his ways were obedient and respectful; he told the hermit all about the troubles that he’d experienced as a child and young adult.  The hermit felt his pain and knew of his troubles well before the man spoke a word yet the hermit knew not that the man was lying.  Day after day the hermit fed the man physically and spiritually informing the man that if darkness was in the core of the man’s heart then it too would come to light and all love which was would be replaced with the fear which is.

 

Days went by and soon the man had forgotten the lies that were told; checks and balances which he kept in place to remain safe in his mirage slipped by the way side.  And one morning the hermit ran into another that had been mistreated by the man . . . the truth was told yet the hermit remained calm.  Thanking this person and giving blessings for the exchange, the hermit returned home waiting not for the man but knowing he would come expecting to receive what he had always got.  Three days later the man finally came to visit and the hermit welcomed him in, sat him down and gave him some tea.  As the moon rose this night the man began to feel that things had changed and rose to leave but before he could get to the door the hermit gave him a little box and a quaint smile.

 

The man was well aware of the power which the hermit possessed and his instincts told him that there was something threatening in the box so the man made the decision to bury the box in his back yard never to approach the hermit again. 

 

Thirty years passed and the hermit never heard anymore about the man again until on the thirty-third day of that year when the sister of the man knocked on the hermit’s door.

“Excuse me.” The woman was fearful.  “My brother passed away three weeks ago; when my cousin and I were digging up his belongings- from his back yard- we found this little box.  I know that this is your symbol and that my brother used to visit you could you tell me what’s in the box.”

 

The hermit thought deeply- he knew that the sister and cousin were just as greedy and selfish as the brother.  “It is nothing more than what your brother deserved.  I’m surprised that he never opened it.  Oh well, it’s yours now.”  He closed the door saying no more, no less.

 

When the woman returned home her cousin was waiting anticipating what the old hermit had to say.  Once she shared what was told to her the two sat at the kitchen table debating what they should do with the box.  They decided that they should rebury it. 

 

Sad, little did they know that the hermit had placed three blessings in there: truth, integrity and joy.

 

There are many walking today who are like the man, his sister and their cousin; we all know that what we give out we get back three times and those that take and lie are so steep in fear of what will come back to them that when a true gift comes they’re afraid to even come near it- especially if its hidden deep down.  For the few who are like the hermit seeing such darkness giving is an easy way to not hurt anyone and not get hurt themselves.

 

When will we let go of the “get what you want giving as little as you can” mentality?  When will we stop blocking the blessings that are rightfully ours?  When will we all walk in the belief that no man on this earth can hurt us because no one wants too?  This is such an abundant universe and one would think that after all these years and growth of population it would be known that God can provide for all of us. 

 

But before such healing can take place a true “stepping in” what we’ve taken from another must be admitted . . . just as the man should have spoken his truth to the hermit.  The effects of slavery are still causing Americans today to live in the fear that someone will take and hurt.  The truth about the manner in which land/custom/people were taken from Native Americans must be looked at honestly outside the frame of comedy and children plays before that healing can come.  Those who built any significant tool used by man today have had to fight to give . . . it still happens sfore the status quo does not go down without struggle . . . and even this elfishness must “stand up” before the healing can come.

 

So many of us just want to live life as we are- divine beings; yet as a whole we won’t until we convince the next one that this planet is safe while walking in full light.  I always say to be able to stand naked before God is the greatest freedom granted on this earth . . . naked being the key word.  There’s a little box handed to each of us but until we have the strength to open it we will continue to miss out on the blessings that enable us to live as we truly are.  Remember there are only two emotions- love and fear.

 

Archangel Sandalphon, help us to receive the gifts which God has for us as individual and as whole.