This is another one of those deep, heartfelt posts. I hope that you take the time to review it in its entirety. This is real talk. If it is not inviting to you, that is fine too. It is about being gifted. I Am. You can be too, by doing one thing. The gift has already been given to you by The Most High. Accepting it, and God’s desire for your use of this gift transforms you from merely being a gift recipient into being Gifted. I Am Gifted.
I’m gifted, I can now say!
How arrogant, narcissistic, and egotistical you may first say. But I believe that we all have a spiritual gift. God has endowed us all with a spiritual gift that cannot be taken away. It can’t be reversed. It’s in us all. It’s like death. Death is certain. There’s nothing that can reverse it. Our endowed gift from God in within us. Whether we accept it or not, it is still in us.
I know that I’m gifted. My confidence dwells in my willingness to accept the gift that God has given me. Proclaiming this is not based on any superior intentions. Many of us have gifts. We all have gifts that God has given us all. It is our dharma, a purpose, a mission. What makes us gifted, as opposed to just having a gift, is our willingness to acknowledge and accept that gift.
It’s been a minute since I’ve posted on Seasons As Our Teacher. Well, it’s been maybe a few weeks.
Well, like everyone else, I experience challenges, disappointments, opportunities, victories, and failures every day. Let’s be real. Look at the Season we’re in! I was telling a good friend the other day that every week of my life could be a movie in itself.
I meet interesting people, encounter interesting situations, and try to always to look at them through a spiritual lens. I find that when I look at people, places, and things through a spiritual lens, it makes it easier to discern.
Think about it, if you look at the person and look at their personality and the details of what they said, what you said, and what you did, it gets all complicated. But when I look at it as spirit, then you’re able to just decide if it’s a spirit that elevates or ignites you, or if it’s a spirit that doesn’t. It’s just that simple.
I can apply the same thing to things such as addictions or cigarettes or eating disorders or whatever, or I can go through all of the analysis paralysis that I used to do. Today, I simply say, Is it a good spirit or bad spirit? It makes life less complicated.
In my return, I decided to return to Poetrimony. It is my go-to. Often when I go to parks, I sit and write poetry or songs.
I started writing poetry actually about 20 years ago and. In my first poem; I can remember it clearly. It was called Upside Down. I was in a lot of pain at this time. My poetry has been very therapeutic for me
I recommend that anyone who writes, actually I recommend that everyone writes, but I highly recommend that you date what you write. Because I did that for about 20 years, and I can think about the things that were going on at the time that I wrote a particular poem or a particular story or narrative simply by looking at the date.
When I wrote this poem Upside Down, I was in pain, but at the same time that I was in pain, I had a lot of blessings before me that I was ignoring. I could have turned that pain upside down. I remember the repeated stanza in that poem was:
I was looking from the upside-down.
I was putting the upside down
Only to realize that in this pain
My life would be turned around.
…The very first poem I wrote. This was back in the year 2000 or early 2000.
Most of what I write, I just keep to myself. I have a lot of writings, songs and poems to share.
So, as I return from life’s road and seasons have been my teacher, I return with poetry, Poetrimony. I have many, many stories to share behind these poems. But I tend only to write about them when I feel in my spirit that I want to write and post them. I feel that way today.
What I did below pick out some poems. They’re all random. There’s no hidden meaning or agenda. I won’t have the dates. So, you won’t know exactly what was going on at that time. But I will give you a little glimpse into what occurred that motivated each poem. I return with Poetrimony. Poetrimony kind of hard to say. Poetrimony is part poem, part testimony, part spirit, part life.
It embodies my journey on life’s road. It embodies Seasons As My Teacher.
Today I woke up feeling melancholy again, with Seasons on my mind.
Seasons are always on my mind. The theme of this blog is Seasons As Our Teacher. I gained discernment about Seasons from nature. God’s breath rests comfortably within nature. Therefore, I spend time in nature to gain God’s understanding. In a sense, when nature speaks to me, God is speaking to me.
This post is another mashup. I love doing mashups because they reveal how eclectic and complex, I’ve become. But my complexity is not of my own doing. I am complex because of complex times and experiences. We’re in a complex Season.
We are in a revolution whether you recognize it or deny it. We are in the midst of the New World Order and must adapt to the Season, just as nature does.
This post features poems related to Seasons and the melancholy spirit that I feel in this moment. To accentuate my spirit, I’ve selected original poems, and songs from popular artists, who feel or have felt this same sentiment.
White people, all people, prepare yourself for making significant changes in your approach to racism, Liberal White people especially. The world is fed-up! We’ve had enough!
White Silence won’t work in the state we’re in today. We’re in the midst of a revolution. Blacks recognize that you are benefiting from an unpaid humanitarian debt every day that you enjoy your privilege.
Instead of approaching Racism, Inequality, and Inequity as though it’s awful, and that you must help these poor Blacks, approach your dilemma as though you have a spiritual debt that must be paid. You do.
Approach Black racism as though it impacts you, or a family member. It does. We are all brothers and sisters, under the God in which we supposedly believe.
Many Black are screwed up on racism too. I will post separately on this side of the equation.
But Blacks clearly contribute to their own demise, by not using their most powerful weapons, money, and action. Black leaders often give the appearance of action, but just talk about the problem. This is money to be made in just talk. It keeps the Racism Industry vibrant and self-sustaining. Taking tangible ction could eliminate it.
Others superficially wait on the Lord to do the work, though He gave us minds, free will, and discernment. Why put on The Lord what you can do yourselves? Still, others pretend to do the work but are simply sustaining their existence to keep grant and foundation funds coming into their coffers.
I know what I’m talking about. I’ve experienced each of these types, and I’ve had enough! I will write vigorously about it, but I will not write alone. I help people…many people, giving them tangibles from which they can benefit. …measurable and tangible benefits, not just talk and showcasing.
These two groups are more damaging to Black Inequity & Inequality than outright racists. The latter are resolute and clear. They take action. The former is deceptive and keeps Blacks, in the aggregate bound and tied.
For this reason, I have decided to vote for Trump, or not vote at all. I will also explain my reasoning in a separate post. Kevy
It’s time for you to “get off the pot or shit”, a New Orleans saying. “Shit or get off the pot” – Make a decision. This phrase is most commonly used towards a person or group whom the speaker feels are behaving indecisively. Often occurs in tense situations where the speaker believes a quick decision is necessary or urgent. Sometimes delivered as life advice.” – Urban Dictionary – Deome June 24, 2015
White Liberal Boomers are at a fork in the road and must choose a side. They can no longer ride the middle line as they have for years.
A tsunami of change is already here, and they will be most negatively impacted and left behind if they continue to surf the wave of indifferent, with little action. They can no longer remain neutral, indifferent, or impassionate on racism. They will be held accountable in the aftermath.
If they do not change their ways, they may lose friends, as I lost my friend Annie, their peace of mind, morality will trouble them, and they will be criticized for their inaction, “when shit hits the fan”. Well…Shit has hit the fan!
I just lost my White Liberal Boomer friend Annie last week. Change is happening within our circles and in those around us.
Another way of this statement is, White Liberals walk your talk. Stand up for the principals to which you have professed for years!
There are many reasons why I feel this way, but let’s first look at population numbers to gain a greater perspective.
I direct the statements above specifically to White LiberalBoomers(Born between 1944 and 1964 (approximately, don’t try to escape), currently between 56-76 years old – 76 million in the U.S. (or so) – Kasasa) because Generations X, Y, and Z are already on board and navigating this Revolution 2020. The Millennials are the ones igniting it. I admire their courage and determination. They won’t be stopped because it’s their future that they are fighting for in addition to fighting against racism.
I was told yesterday at a rally, by a young gay HIV-infected protester, “I know that it’s risky to protest with corona and all, but standing up against police violence and discrimination against Blacks is too important to ignore.”
At rallies this week, as I filmed tens of thousands of protestors, I had an epiphany that these young ‘rebel rouser’ are our future leaders. They dominate the population and demand change. …Look…
I am exhausted physically and emotionally but continue to participate in rallies with the Black Lives Matter Revolution.
I’ve cried often, both in joy and sorrow, lost my voice a few times, and have felt intense anger. I’ve spent 9 days and nights at protests, rallies, and marches. I have, as have nearly each of 10’s of thousands of participants in Denver, Colorado, USA, protested nonviolently.
I lost a white friend (Annie) who was infuriated by my expression of emotions about “white people” after I repeatedly watched the George Floyd crucifixion to prepare the video Black People – All People Just Want To Live. Her last words to me on the phone were ‘fuck you”, then she hung up.
It’s like I went to an emotional amusement park, where only some of the rides are amusing. But, I will return to blogging and vlogging this week as I regroup.
I am excited to share this post by Coloradopoet. In the post-Black People – All People Just Want To Live, I invited others to share their perspectives on all things racial. Coloradopoet answered. I am hopeful that Coloradopoet will share more posts in the future. I am hopeful that one day that you will be encouraged to share fresh or already published content, especially on racism. Can we talk?
We must not be like my friend Annie. I will write about her in a coming post.
White people must not get so defensive and must be willing to talk about the realities of racism. They must try to imagine how Blacks must feel in this revolution, then try to imagine again, on top of that.
Most of today’s Whites were born into the privilege of this hateful inhumanity, innocently. Most of today’s Blacks were born into the barbarism and disparity of this hateful inhumanity, innocently. But together we must change it, or it will destroy civilization as we ‘used to know it’. It is not the same anymore.
I attribute it to being spiritually elated repeatedly through life’s seasons. It’s as if after each trial, I was rewarded with a strong, yet lighter armor.
You see, through the trials I endured, in addition to losing a part of my old self, I practically lost everyone around me, including my immediate family and closest friends. Through my trials, they abandoned me. This, I’m sure, is a familiar story. It was partly my fault because my tests were devastating ones. They devastated me.
Finding myself alone from most people in the aftermath for years, several of which were with my elderly mother as her caregiver, I learned to go within, pray, and meditate. I didn’t practice like a normal person, though. I don’t do anything like a normal person. I kinda celebrate being different. I practiced more like my devout Creole Catholic mother, like an old Catholic novena mass-attending Latina, morning, noon, and at night.
But, I prayed even more than that! And, I meditated heavily, while my mother Eunice did not. I tried to teach her and caught her watching me, when her eyes were supposed to be closed. It didn’t work. She was too old school and that was just weird to her.
I spent hours praying and meditating, even while working, exercising, jogging, and writing. Over time, I got really good at it. I still practice this way today. After over 30 years of regular practice, it has elevated my vibration. Today, I see all sorts of visions, epiphanies, and creative ideas. Sometimes having these regular inner visions alienates me from others. I take that as part of the responsibility for these gifts.
“Through devotion, blessed are the children. Praise the teacher, that brings true love to many.” – Devotion – Earth, Wind & Fire
Anyway, the way that it relates to my mind being weird is that I was jogging just yesterday, and all kinds of ideas were popping into my head. I was using my new Fitbit Versa 2 for the first time, listening to the soul music group Earth, Wind & Fire. The music stopped for a mile or so, so I jogged and prayed, as more ideas would pop into my head.