Wisdom
is just
Healed pain

Without internal power, the only thing left on your slate is blank justice.

Truth is one frame inside the heart of the one who believes and creates all they have to make with what they have to express within all possibilities.
All is possible in the realm of the imaginal act.

I was once told “to demount the white horse of my privilege.”

I was once told that my entire community was primed for prejudice, but that I was still a chosen one.


Let me tell you...

To Become a True Woman of Honor
A combination of both
Is when I saw your true colors when you told me you saw mine.  

Seeing the same people come through the same lens
Born in a different time
A decade apart
Nothing alike
The ultimatum of race and social class stares you in the face and you get hit with its reality bold and clear
Incumbent upon disgust for the other
White and Black
Black and White
They were both doomed
The two asked for my forgiveness
to come back and give them a set of wings
anew
Grasping at desperation
And failing
Except I was not doomed

I became.
Knowledge  
I became.
Faith

I became.
Self-Love

I became.
Hope

I became.
My own truth.

I had to.  
This was the realization.

I am new.

Now for this chapter’s beginning
🦋

The One for you is all for you. They have been created for you. They will be Everything that you've ever wanted, that you have asked for to the point of exact detail, that you have been dreaming of for years up until now, will stand before you in this reality, when you least expect it. That is the magic of this power of manifestation and creation through God, which is all, for he is the Universe in its grandiosity just inching to create what you can have on any one day out of nowhere in one spontaneous moment in time in a day if you believe you can. The best for you will come forth to you when you least expect it. That is the beauty of it all. When you do not know it has been patiently standing in the shadows to meet you in real time. It takes risk and unawareness to find the truth of your desire, you love, your life. #There is no competition with the reality of their existence if you truly believe in the fact of the possibility that they do somewhere out there in this great big, grand world of time and space and clear sharpened particles in motion. #Nothing will ever be a coincidence for you from then on when you start believing in this greatness, the beautiful trueness of such power to unfold and exist in real time, in this projected reality, as is your life, before your eyes without ever knowing when.
With ❤ and gratefulness, for ya.
Sincerely in the Power of belief.

It’s not about playing the game of:
“I’ve bared my heart, now you bare yours”
What matters is not how much you Expose about yourself in conversation
but that your soul is Engaged.

Words may feel like they relieve the hurt
As conversation soothes
From the pressures
Of everyday
Activity and decision making
Opening us up to the undisclosed levels of experiences
Vulnerability saves
It can’t be undone
Sickness can be made into such an excuse
But evil can’t
It is aborted
The body requires it and it will
It knows what it needs to do
Just listen to it.
And your Spirit will thank you in love

That is all that is just.

I do not choose a game of mental chess
I'd prefer you show me
By trusting that we can hold the space

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Undoing every punch
Lock my voice inside a dial tone of conflicting passions
It’s a curious thing when
You let these buried phantoms master you
They reappear and sweep you up
Into uncharted territories

As you sit and stare at their ghost of a memory
Knowingly
Dissecting the luminosity of your youth
Naive innocence
Still there
No faded imagery or idea is too far away to be
Believed
All is possible
in the mirror
of another world
Or so it seems…