Just imagine, for a moment, the love that families, friends, allies, and others may have had for
one another during much simpler times. No email, phone, text, TV, just good food, shelter and light-hearted entertainment. To reflect on moments like this, is fascinating, but also sad. Somehow the love for brother and
sister got lost between slave beatings and relationship cheating, we can see evidence of this when we view the many photos of African Americans without smiles on their faces. Our loved
ones, community or even the world put us in a circle to dance, be free, play a game, enjoy life only to later hurt us
with unkind words, manipulative tactics, and outright evil ways. Is this not what our ancestors underwent that separated them from families they had only wish they could be with? (If only we promoted love of one another like we do voting for this one and that one--didn't you know, master don't love us--too busy caring for his own family?!)
Oh what joy could we all have in this realm if we
could just connect with our Creator without requests for anything—no money,
no house, no car, and no marriage partner—just love, love, love! Okay, so I am asking too much from some, but
it doesn’t hurt to dream.
So what moves me to write this piece, well the same
character in the vision that spear-headed the last piece I wrote about not “teasing
the white people”—lol. It seems that
before, during and after the election, some supernatural portal was opened up,
maybe some runaway spirits seem to be in touch with us all in some way or
another. Whether you recently dreamt of
a deceased relative or had similar visions of what might have been your
ancestors trying to speak to you from the other side or worse demonic entities
(I shudder at the thought), something happened.
I don’t know about you, but the atmosphere seems different like
something big or a shock of some sort is about to take place like none we have
ever seen.
I guess with all the energy to re-elect President Barak Obama,
some gateways in another dimension might have been opened up through prayer,
hope, fasting, chanting, or whatever other spiritual thing one does when he or
she wants to draw near to his or her Creator, ancestors, angels, or something
else in order to influence someone or a desired outcome. Anyway,
the slave who appeared in my last vision wanted me to see a vision of love
between African descendants. As soon as
I stopped what I was doing, I saw the beautiful lean and trim black men and
women with dark hues and black, short hair laughing, smiling and dancing in a
circle while encouraging a small child to dance in the middle. Soon after, the vision vanished and another
vision showed up of black men covered up in football attire playing on football
fields. The slave pointed out, as if
telepathically, “the farm field slave is now on the sports field.” It was as if he reaffirmed what I saw some time
back. The position of slave hasn’t changed
much, but the main difference, one gets more
for his work while the other doesn’t. The
sad part about receiving more is more
has suffocated the love, respect, and appreciation for family. Rather than truly enjoying the company of
family and friends, one thinks, “When will this gathering be over, I got
somewhere to be…”
Sometimes I think that we all must go back to our roots, a
time in our lives where we were sincerely happy without all the stuff. Once again, another vision to provoke
thought, change and move one to slow down a bit, if not for self, then for family.
Maybe we don’t know how far back our bloodlines go, but what
we do know is that there are a few family and friends here and there that love
us dearly. Embrace them just a little
bit longer the next time you see them, because you never know if that moment with
them will be your last.
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