I’ve got a story to tell. I’ve mentioned it over the years in my blog, starting out with the series entitled, Terror on the Caregiver.
It is about how I am left feeling betrayed by my siblings and other family members, as I earnestly served as my mother’s sole caregiver, until her ascension. It is a very painful story to tell, even nearly 10 years after the rivalry began.
I often stop, then start writing. That’s because writing the story hurts me. I recently hinted at this back and forth feeling in the post Maybe Is the Theme, dated February 1, 2022. Each time I make substantial progress, I uncover yet another level of emotions, going through transformative experiences, examining myself, and trying to understand how God works each time.
I apologize to Dr. Bob Rich (Bob) for the delay in posting this article. It was submitted to me weeks ago, and outside of a busy schedule, my spirit has been a bit fragile.
Like many I would suppose, I have been emotionally and spiritually impacted by the whirlwind of challenges and changes that planet Earth and civilization have been catapulted into enduring over the past year. I have been significantly enlightened by how your challenges have separated us along many fronts including racially, politically, spiritually, and “vaccine vs. no vaccine”.
Today’s divisions seem to pale in comparison with historical ones. I have separated from many spirits vibes, and energies that no longer serve me, some in my family, some close friends. In today’s times, I find it necessary.
Gaining a better understanding of God, Life, and Myself is an undeniable blessing. But it is also a challenging responsibility. It can be draining at times and requires an escape from it all, as well as regular metaphysical practices. Kevy
Furthermore, while in this fragile state, I read Bob’s essay on God’s Puppets. It really threw me off track for weeks. I read it about four times. I used AI to convert it to Australian speech so that I could listen to it and pause it occasionally to reflect and absorb. By the way, Dr. Bob Rich is Australian.
Real Talk On Family Betrayal – Don’t Believe Those Closest To You Won’t Deceive You
This post is deeply personal.
It made me the convicted man that I am today. The experience of solely caring for my mother to the disdainful evil undermining of my siblings, extended family, friends and their cohorts molded me.
It spiritually transformed me.
It revealed to me the existence of fake-faithful and evil in my inner circle. It revealed who I am, and who I’m not.
It taught me that race doesn’t really matter though we’ve built our civilization around this man-made invention. “Only spirit matters.” ~ Kevy
Caring for my mother in the latter years of her 96 years on earth broke me, then rebuilt me.
Though it nearly killed me, and caused me to lose nearly everything I’d owned, I never relented in my obligation to my mother, and to God.
I created the Seasons As My Teacher blog after years of grieving and regaining my health. In response, I was led to write about how this experience changed me. Betrayal and deception ultimately became wisdom and discernment. ~ Kevy “It was like poison that turned to medicine.” – Tina Turner
To exemplify further that I give equal time to the races, I am open to say that theterrorthat I and my mother experienced was done by Black people.
There is plenty of evil in the Black race, and in my family. …In all races, though perhaps not institutionalized.
Ironically, nearly everyone who came to our aid during my mother and my trials wasn’t Black or family.
Repeatedly, God sent angels to us who were often White or Latino, some that we did not know.
This is a kick-start to old and new posts on Terror on the Caregiver, to be ultimately be retitled to Fighting Over Momma.
It will be presented in a series of posts over time, just as is 7 Days 7+ Quotes, Devirusize, Seven Spiritual Laws,andPoetrimony series.
“Lil Eunice, I still love you….even more.” ~ Kevy
Original Post – July 2018
I was raised Catholic. My mother was devout. As a result, I know a whole lot about the importance of prayer and faith, but not much about the bible.
I can’t recite stories or verses off of the top of my head, like holy rollers.
But that doesn’t bother me. I don’t need a facade of ‘the word‘ to deflect from my true spirit, my true essence.
My sincerity exudes on its own. My spirituality is more organic, gained through life’s trials.
I follow no rules because rules are written in a book. Those rules are written on my heart.
I simply follow the spirit of God within me, and later find that there was a spiritual law for that.
“We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.” – Tennessee Williams
I promised to share my eclectic music tastes with you. I love electronic rock, especially from Europe.
Depeche Mode has to be one of my all-time favorite groups. I love their Euro industrial electronic rock sound., But more than that, I love that their messages, so bold and so raw. The messages resonate with me.
I’ve been a big fan of Depeche Mode. I think their 1st album was Construction Time Again. I love almost every song on that album. I’ve been into Depeche Mode for a long time but recently, I guess because of my membership in Spotify, YT Music, and Pandora, as well as other music streaming services, I stumble on old songs that I used to love, that I almost forgot about.
I don’t listen to new music much at all. Anyway, there is a remarkably interesting story behind me rediscovering how much I love Depeche Mode.
This is a very short post that I just had to get out immediately. This is a calling.
I am moved by Stevie Wonder’s CALL TO ACTION yesterday, in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, on January 18, 2021.
If you believe in God, Humanity, and Healing, you should be moved too.
We just cannot go on as we have. Whether you can spit scriptures or not, regardless of the “book” you read, the message is one word:
Tomorrow, or late today, I will post a tribute to Stevie Wonder. He is of God if a man ever was. In this post, I will celebrate his incredible talent, brilliance, and elevated vibration. Stevie is a prophet to me. Against, popularity, profit, or fame, I can see as he sees, and express that which I witness, when most see nothing there.
Last night’s US election results clearly show that the United States of America is Racist, embraces corruption, and has limited regard for humanity or our God-given paradise. – Kevy
We now have the perfect ingredients laid out on the table for the preparation of a savory pot of Revolution Gumbo.
This post focuses on Jared Kushner’s comments about Black people, but it does much more.
It points out where I believe that Blacks can up their game, Big Time! Perhaps the realization of the election will catapult their understanding, solidarity, and swift action.
…Perhaps Liberal White Boomers too, who desire harmonious Race Relations, but not Racial Equality or Racial Equity if it adversely affects their privilege and 401Ks.
It also neatly ties together opinions that I have shared in prior posts that seem to be coming into fruition. Kevy
November 3, 2020
I have the windows open here in Colorado and it’s in the 70s. It’s an incredibly beautiful day. We get a lot of sunshine here.
I wanted to send this post because I know a lot of people have anxiety about the election even if they are not in America because it’s going to affect them in some way. I don’t really have a lot of anxiety, but I do know that our future is going to be more different than our past. …Much different. I don’t know how but I do feel in my spirit that there is a calling. And it’s not a calling for a prophet or messiah. It’s a calling of several of them. …To prepare, adapt, as well as continue to move this shift in the right direction.
If you have reviewed at least a few of my over 200 blog posts (and now podcasts) you would clearly know that I am not a big fan of organized religion.
Like many people, I have adopted the position of being spiritual, but not religious. At times, I despise religion. …Too much drama. I am amazingly comfortable with my position until I am changed in mind (through experience and research) and spirit (through God’s intervention).
In this post, I reveal 15+ reasons why I shy away from Religion and Religious Drama. Some of the most negative experiences that I’ve had were with Religious people. …Ones who judge about what I would call minor sins such as using profanity, eating pork, or being too proud, while they blatantly violate in worst ways.
As I am judged by them, I could think of a plethora of violations that they make, “In the name of Jesus/Allah”. I don’t tell them directly. I tell them in general through my creative, written, and media works. But I admit that it is a bit frustrating.
I try my best to stay clear of these types of people, though they seem to be drawn to me. I simply respect their beliefs (for them) but fully exercise my right to free will and thought. They spit on me with scripture, while I realize that the bible has 900 versions, and the Quran has 30. I consider that there are missing books, slavery’s influence, and man’s interpretation, depriving me of mine. I am not sure that they realize this.
I’m pissed! I’m upset. I’m a bit angry. And I feel that I have every right to be.
I hope you can hear it in my voice. What I’m angry about is Black inequality and Black inequity. The way that Blacks have been treated in this country. It’s not fair. It’s not about morals. It’s not about God. It’s not about humanity. A
And this shit must stop. We must be made whole. We must honor our Constitution. We must honor God. We must honor humanity and Black people.
Most Black people piss me off. You should be angry like me. Some of you talk a good game and some of you even do things that appear to be helpful. But there are very few that are trying to uplift the spirits of our brothers and sisters, enable them to move forward. Most of your help is to make their poverty comfortable. Government cheese, food pantries, etc.
I am reposting this article because of an epiphany that I just had in a discussion with a dear minister friend. In this conversation, I realized that Satan operates from the same bag of tricks. The tools used against me, as a Black man, by institutional racism, by friends, family, and The Black Community, are universal tools.
As the cliché says, Same Devil, Different day. Kevy
When I refer to Satan, I don’t think of a red naked man with horns and a pitchfork. That is a fairy tale that I haven’t believed since maybe the age of 5 years. I included such images in this post, only because everyone can relate to these images of evil, as they relate to “images” of Jesus. I don’t believe in the White image of Jesus either, though pictures of White Jesus and Virgin Mary hang on my wall, left by my dear mother.
I don’t believe that Satan unto himself is of flesh. Satan is simply a spirit, an evil one that wants to separate us from God, and therefore prevent our access to the Kingdom, and to blessings while here on Earth. He wants to distract us from our beauty and power. He infiltrates the flesh. He overcomes the minds of the weak and convinces them that they act on their own accord. He is cunning and baffling like The Lobster is with coronavirus. Or, like America treats Blacks. Or, deception in our families, amongst friends, and humanity. Satan’s spirit is enmeshed in our destruction of the planet, the once-was paradise that God granted us. This is where Satan manifested resides today.
Satan doesn’t want us to know how powerful we are through the Holy Spirit. That is why he’s anxious to block our access to God. He (his spirit) wants us to think that he is more than a mere spirit, a thought, an imagining. He wants us to believe that he has power over us.