Shaken


Dearest God,

Wow God how you lead me to biblical see exactly where I am still blows my mind. I truly believe I’ll never get accustomed to that. You lead me to chapter twelve in the book of Job. People do the most, and they definitely did the most in this chapter as well. The last few hours on the phone with Jojo* were so eye opening. Thank you Jesus for trusting us with what you do, and giving us the strength to both walk through what we need to walk through. 

your daughter sees her stay

is no longer a toxic decay 

in that scandaled cancelled show.

your daughter’s projections 

are a deflection of emotional rejection.

Jojo knows it’s only a go in God’s Flow.

Jojo received what couldn’t be believed.

she who is me sees pointing the finger 

is the played out trigger no longer bigger.

Jojo walked through the bondage of curfews 

by the bullying ruses her father abuses.

money is the honey that made Jojo funny.

that chokehold unfolded boldly not coldly.

Jojo isn’t validated by her father’s lies

that he used to make stake shake

and break her on the inside where 

she fed the gear of fear for years dying.

God’s Revival is Jojo’s supernatural arrival.

Jojo’s father calculated verbal assassinated violation.

God advocated and activated Jojo’s liberation 

through the freedom in biblical wisdom,

because Jojo glows with God’s Kingdom.

The reasons in this treason is deceiving, 

and the sting of death is ineffective.

The Cross of Calvary sets Jojo free effortlessly.

Jojo is no longer shaken but whole and awaken.

I realized that you’re really answering my prayer lately God. I know you answer them, because you’ve done so in the past, but I’ve been praying for conscious awareness to the setbacks of satanic attacks for the last few days. God you have answered these prayers so quickly. Thank you Constant One. I realized on the phone just now the correlation of Jojo getting into a fight with her father, is parallel to us fighting. We both aren’t working, she’s at her parent’s house, and I’m where you placed me safely [unconventionally,] but divinely designed. Jojo and I are the type of women that hate people coming for us. We both been bullied and those experiences left us scarred. We both seen a lot growing up. We both feel the need to be prepared. We are both broken souls that you’ve supernaturally healed from becoming old and cold. Thank you Constant One. Thank you for the sensitivity to your Holy Spirit where I caught the brewing fight that was about to occur between Jojo and I to be demolished. You’re a faithful and good father Lord.

the minting felonies in the broken melody

of the building with no godly wings stings.

there’s an unwelcome awareness for greatness.

there’s a decreasing releasing from 

the clone drones of fun in no sun.

your daughter has been removed 

in an unsold cold sale where her sins failed.

your daughter fought and bought a building 

with no ability to be set free faithfully.

entirely intentional to stay on replay disobey.

God you used your daughter’s ruses 

to defuse the allegiance, he you say is for me

had with the mutant scrutiny of that community.

Faith moves mountains and moved your son.

your son being he that you say is for me.

your son is he in your Stir: he + He + her.

she is me who’s her you say will occur,

because you God always write three strands 

not man who plays god in two strand quicksand facades.

he + He + her is Kingdom Math and your Craft.

God you lead me to chapter twelve in the book of Job, and it pierced me to heart check myself. You made me face leaders individually that I used to serve under when I had no desire to ever see them again. I’m thankful that I did experience both encounters, because I grew and drew closer to you God. Verses twenty to twenty-five of chapter twelve in the book of Job stood out the most for me:

“He removeth away the speech of the trusty, and taketh away the understanding of the aged. He poureth contempt upon princes, and weakeneth the strength of the mighty. He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out to light the shadow of death. He increaseth the nations, and destroyeth them: he enlargeth the nations, and straiteneth them again. He taketh away the heart of the chief of the people of the earth, and causeth them to wander in a wilderness where there is no way. They grope in the dark without light, and he maketh them to stagger like a drunken man.”

‭‭Job‬ ‭12:20-25‬ ‭KJV‬‬

You’re in control God. America is shaken about who’s currently in office. America is shaken about guilty murderers becoming acquitted. America is shaken about the latest and unfortunate attacks in Virginia. But you’re in control God. America is also banding together this morning in marches so far in Seattle, and in Massachusetts. The darkest journeys lead to the brightest Light. America is in dark days, and there’s no brighter Light than Jesus Christ. We are only better together. When it hurts enough we speak up and stand for what’s right by fighting. The cold blooded murders lately has America hurting enough to march like Dr. King did in Alabama. The cold blooded murders have brave souls standing as leaders like JFK unapologetically did before he was assassinated like Heather Heyer was on August 12th 2017. America is angry enough to put aside the ignorant bondage known as racism to become one body by speaking up. Thank God that you’re a God that uses emotionally shaken for your glory. Thank God that these senseless deaths are not in vain, because America is using their pain for unified gain. You’re moving God. I’m so excited. I stand with my fellow Americans as well as the world to be unified as a humanity, because that’s the purpose of the Cross of Calvary. The Holy Trinity is the key to being set free, and the world is starting to see we are called to be one body faithfully. 

 

I love you Constant One. 

Love your 

lighter,

fighter,

and daughter.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy 

Arrows 


Dearest Daddy,

Yesterday was intensely freeing. My anxiety was so high, and all I kept clinging to was your sovereignty Lord. I made it a mission to do the opposite of what leaning on my own understanding was: leaping in faith instead of choking in the strife of site. You woke me up like super early to look at the sermon my lovely sister Sia* sent me. God bless her sensitivity to the Holy Spirit. That sermon had so many hidden treasures that you’ve been telling me for years God. I just say yes and I won’t stop saying yes. Sia sending me that sermon freed me to walk through speaking up on an encounter that happened later that same morning. I say yes to you pulling me backwards as your arrow to take off, and soar your way not my own. 

the shallow array of arrows harrow

worldly weeds that fed the dead lead

in the streams of live feeds needs

in broken dreams for popularity seeds.

that’s an ugly backwards hat spar 

to be afar and aloof not abiding His Truth

to sink and drink stink drunken tar.

the slip and slide of lies are a misguide 

that hides the empty confetti inside.

humanity is a called community in unity.

those that grew cold and old 

now want to unfold in His Behold

because togetherness is Holy deliverance.

I let go of not having peace about how any of this season I’m waking currently looks. As soon as I embraced the peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:7,) that’s when I had to face my remaining chokeholds. That man coming up to me out of no wear, and blocking me from passing him triggered so much God. That moment triggered me not speaking up the moment I was raped at 19. I believe I couldn’t have at 19, and you covered me Lord. I’m so thankful I mustered the words, “Leave me alone,” to that man where he flew like an enemy. Being raped at 19 changed me completely. So did dating that African prince. The encounter with that man yesterday freed me from the last chokeholds that were attached to both my rape, and that verbal abusive relationship you walked me through Lord. Thank you King Jesus for the deliverance in healing me whole. I love you Lord.

daughter C couldn’t believe 

what her eyes couldn’t hide to see.

daughter C sees she who is me is free.

the broken sparrow trusts being His Arrow.

she who is me owns she’s very girly.

she who is me loves pink frilly.

she who is me loves to be silly.

she who is me loves her he dearly.

she who is me knows unapologetically.

she who is me understands 

that forgiveness is deliverance.

she who is me forgives daughter C.

It was a huge step to open up to a man when I’m in raw traumatic emotions. Thank you God for pushing me to finally see silence cannot be my broken scene. The more I spoke to your obedient vessel, who’s also my brother in Christ made me see I’m free from the chokehold of not trusting men. Then he opened up to me about his own struggle with the selection of oppression. Silence is oppression. After he finished praying for me, I saw I became free completely and so did he. Thank you King Jesus for the deliverance in both our hinderances. 

her King that makes her soul sing 

has her ready rings and healed all stings.

he + He + her is God’s Stir which is occurring.

she who is me and the her in God’s concur.

she doesn’t like her voice is His Choice

but she let go of what’s known for His Show.

she runs her race at His pace. 

she accepts the backwards pull 

because she’s His wool.

she will take off as His Arrow 

His Way not hers and waits 

for he + He + her to soar.

Witnessing that dog get hit by a car yesterday was very traumatic. I’m so thankful bestieship Jojo* was there with me. I could not walk through that without her. I needed her to be there. Jojo took the picture of me that was used for this blog post. She’s so talented. She has so many creative gifts that she’s now allowing herself to walk through. I’m so proud of her and glad she’s my sister. We also experienced a powerful breakthrough in our sisterhood yesterday. It slipped out my mouth that she traumatized me at our last job together. She was crying but she thanked me that I freed her. I’m free because I spoke up too. I’m also free, because I walked through my fear of becoming my mother if I ever witnessed death. That didn’t happen Lord. Thank you King Jesus for using that unfortunate display of the dog violently being beaten then ran in front of a moving car to free me. You used Jojo to push me to breathe. I felt your presence Lord, which gave me the courage to conquer that fear once and for all. Glory to God in the highest. My heart is so full.

Thank you King Jesus for being 

the security in my purity intuitively.

Thank you King Jesus for being 

my key that set me faithfully and unapologetically. 

Thank you King Jesus for reaching

by teaching me to dwell in the space

of grace upon grace for your Chosen.

I will always obey your way Lord.

Love your 

daughter, 

lighter,

& fighter.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy 

Pierce


Who do I pray for now?

The world

Okay what do I say?

Speak to Me

Okay 

God usually wakes me up at 3 am everyday. For the longest I had no concept as to why, until about two weeks ago, when I got sharpened by a vessel when God entered her, and said “You’re a watchman.” I had no idea I was a prayer warrior watchman until recently. I’m not very good at discipline. In fact, I immaturely see it as slavery for the most part. I’m very bratty about what God asks me to do a lot of the times. I can’t stand rising above in love to really petty and mean souls, especially souls that hurt my heart in the past. I’d much rather feed my flesh and smash teeth in. But then my bestie Jojo* sharpened me yesterday and asked me, “does doing that make you a better human?” No it doesn’t. It makes me mean and petty too. And only love covers a multitude of sins. (1 Peter 4:8) And only fearless love casts out everything blocking the purpose of one body: the reason for the Cross of Calvary. (1 John 4:18) I choose to obey and let everything go.

mean souls hurt her heart

means souls make the stake of fake shake afar

mean souls feed aloof to dismantle His Proof

mean souls fight for strife in dark without His Spark

mean souls mix drinks that stink and wickedly wink

mean souls confine to the divided minds

mean souls grow old and cold to never unfold

mean souls are harden and feel forgotten 

mean souls cry out for help by chaotic yelling

Emmanuel God with us died to Light mean souls 

it’s time to pick up the Cross and be pierce 

just like our King of kings and Lord of lords 

for prophecy to unfold and God to Behold

The Holy Trinity is key to being set free in unity 

we are all called to conquer pitfalls as one body

I had a dream just now, after I finished doing one of my youversion bible app plans: A Supernaturally Natural Life. I was balling like a baby with total joy when I was reading it, because God showed me my younger self praying for the world to be a family. God has been showing me my younger self, and making me remember my prayers, because God kept them and heard them. God is showing me he’s answering them. It took me today to finally understand, God answers our prayers made for his kingdom: his way and his timing. I had no concept of prophecy being fulfilled tying into this truth. I had no concept of a lot of things. I know nothing but the blood of Jesus set me free by the Cross of Calvary. I’m someone that needs to be scaffolded badly, otherwise I’ll pass out and shut down. God clearly understood this about me, which is why he scaffolded my life. (Lol) I’m so thankful that God is such a genius. 

Pierce the souls that feeding weeds bleed

Pierce the souls that breathing toxicity 

is a broken dream of live feeds chaotically

Pierce the souls that rewinding time blinds 

Pierce the souls who have clouded minds

Pierce the souls that live in the land of quicksand 

Pierce the souls that sink in thinking

Pierce the souls that feed impatience 

which is a switch in the sorrow of no tomorrow 

Pierce the souls that lean on their own understanding 

Pierce the souls that flew from being one body 

Pierce the souls to see being free is human unity 

Pierce the souls to be aggressive and protective 

to understand we must run our own race

Pierce the souls to see glory to glory 

Pierce the souls to know we are Your Story

Pierce the souls to own grace to grace  

Pierce the souls that need to see

the fruitfulness in the Cross of Calvary

In the dream, I saw my father talking to my mother and they looked sad. I walked over and asked my father “what’s wrong?” My father didn’t respond, he cried instead. Then I went to my mother, and told my mother that my father loves her more than she’ll ever understand. She looked through me like I wasn’t there, and was distant and aloof. Then it switched to my father saying “we have to leave here in four hours, because we got kicked out.” So I went into panic mode and said “okay, I have to shower so wait for me.” He didn’t see me or hear me, but he looked in my direction. I thought that was so weird, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. 

When I was in the shower, I realized that I have a different set up then my parents. That truth pierced me like a ton of bricks, and I said to myself “what my parents experienced has nothing to do with me. I’m free.” Then I woke up. I realized I let my family go. What they have to walk through is between them and God. Just like what I have to walk through is between me and God. We are all God’s children. God has no grandchildren. Salvation isn’t transferred it’s an encounter with the Holy Trinity that changes us from the inside and out for the rest of our lives. That’s what God means by glory to glory. That’s what God means that we are His Story. God loves us more than we will ever be able to conceptualize. 

When I meditate in the word, whether it’s me doing a plan on the Bible app, or God leading me in my physical bible, I truly fight to be in his presence. When I let go of thinking crying equals a straight jacket and hospital visit, I became free to emotionally feel. I’m a cryer but I was fearful of my tears being used against me, or land me in a mental institution. So I stopped crying, which really harmed me. I realized my life had a lot of trauma in the past, and that developed my post traumatic stress disorder. But the glory of God and his faithfulness has been healing me, and freeing me aggressively since January 31st 2016. 

I can honestly say that everything I’ve experienced thus far has been a complete blessing. All my pain had the supernatural gain of freedom in Jesus Christ unapologetically. I’m proud to stand tall as an ambassador of Jesus Christ. I’m proud to be running the race I’m called to run. I’m proud to allow the Holy Trinity to completely control the air I breathe effortlessly. I’m proud that I own my name not my sins. I’m proud to be pierced by the Cross of Calvary, because I believe we are multiple parts as one body. I see what Jesus sees. One day, everyone will too. Love your sister Crysta.

Revelations


I have peace about how this all looks.

I have peace about how he comes.

I know, 

you’re ready,

he’s here.

Okay so what do I do?

Be still and rest

But I have to leave, 

they’re going to bother me. 

I have you, 

be still and rest. 

Close your eyes. 

Revelations is for His nation.

His nation choose to lose the world 

boldly not coldly for prophesy to unfold.

Revelations is His Chosen’s foundation.

Jojo’s* free from all the ugly.

Jojo’s free from all the toxicities.

God meets her in her dreams to be seen.

Jojo connects what she no longer neglects.

Jojo’s ribcage can come because all is undone.

she who is me is the her in God’s Stir 

he + He + her is occurring with God concurring. 

she’s so covered and protected from all blunders

of the impure thunders from souls chiding 

the broken weeds of shadows that foreclose. 

the unknown is no longer a strong throng of cold.

the stone hearts keep souls and God apart.

Revelations is for His nation.

His nation choose to lose the world 

boldly not coldly for prophesy to unfold.

Revelations is His Chosen’s foundation.

she’s an eighties baby that loves romance. 

he’s romantic that knows her movie stances.

she proudly loves her beautiful bamboo.

she knows he’s her dreams coming true.

she doesn’t apologize for rejecting manmade lies.

the broken souls failed at scales succeeding.

the broken souls are all amateurs 

with God reigning in sovereign silencers.

she is naturally supernaturally set free

to be in ministry with her beautiful bamboo

that will always be for her and true.

he + He + her is the path to Kingdom Math.

the amateurs failed and will never prevail.

the amateurs are squares removed from the groove

of her circle in the Light of Jesus Christ.

her beautiful bamboo is her number one.

her beautiful bamboo: 

is her healer

is her revealer

is her protector

is her best-friend

is her teacher

is her reacher

is her favorite preacher

is the head of her circle.

her beautiful bamboo runs and calls the shots.

she who is me is completely permitted 

in love and submission biblically.

she’s committed to this three strands,

after her King of kings and Lord of lords.

Jojo and her ribcage are her circle.

she who is me waits to see 

who will come after being set free.

many will come, but few will stay.

squares decay in this ordained circle.

squares aren’t called to conquer that pitfall.

not all souls fight to Obey in Today.

that’s okay, God has plans for these delays.

God always has the final say.

Revelations is for His nation.

His nation choose to lose the world 

boldly not coldly for prophesy to unfold.

Revelations is His Chosen’s foundation.

The Holy Trinity is the key to being set free.

Unity is a called community for all humanity.

Togetherness is deliverance from carnal hinderances.

Answer the call to His still small voice 

to always be protected in that ongoing choice.

Daily sanctification is dedicated liberation.

One day, all souls will unfold boldly not coldly,

and walk away from the decay of known.

Revelations is for His nation.

His nation choose to lose the world 

boldly not coldly for prophesy to unfold.

Revelations is His Chosen’s foundation.

Thank you God.

Thank you King Jesus.

Thank you Holy Spirit.

Love,

your daughter

your lighter 

your fighter.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy

Running 


Jojo’s* ribcage deleted the faces

of the wrong bows that allowed 

the hallow swallows of no tomorrow.

Jojo’s ribcage staged a space 

to replace his assignments with 

the beauty of her face to stick to alignment.

Alabama was the hicks in his Vicks

he said yes to UP and to stop shutting down.

he picked up the Cross to not be lost.

he knows he only grows with Jojo in his show.

Behold, he’s waiting for the green light to reunite.

Thank you God for walking me through the freedom of not feeling guilty about my blessings. Thank you God for showing me and growing me in patience and deliverance from the space of disgrace. Thank you God for pushing me to be unapologetic, and guilt free about who is coming to me. Thank you Father God for glowing me in growing that I knew since a child flesh god facades are self harm mirages. Thank you Father God for viewing me through fine tuning and pruning me to be faithfully set free. 

Thank you Father God for leading me to beautiful souls that will always make me feel bold not cold and never grow old. Thank you Father God for my beautiful circle that’s unfolding, because you Lord Behold who’s walking with me here on Earth, and in the new Heaven of eternity. I love my bestie-ship with Jojo, she’s truly a godsend. We had another nasty fight last night, but God you used that for your glory to free me from running. I don’t want to run away from hardships that I’m called to walkthrough in my pending breakthroughs. Last night showed me I was running the wrong race. Church was everything yesterday, and I realized that my gift to run is for you God not me. 

I’m saying yes to reversing the curse of corroded racing. It’s the wrong pacing, and the wrong intention to pay attention in a hopeless direction. I was finally able to be open to your correction through the hue of your supernatural reflection, and finally allowed your protection last night. I rejected the plight fight of that suffocating strife. It’s a dark without the spark in the Light of Jesus Christ. Thank you God for the deliverance of my hindrance: running in the decay of my way. Break me to shake me in no longer being stronger in fake scenes called my corroded runnings dreams. My legs are called to move to your groove, so continue to glow me in the flow of growing in your kingdom show. Amen.

daughter O let go.

daughter C sees her ugly.

daughter T is finally set free.

these broken souls fed cold.

these broken souls grew old.

daughter O chose faith not fear.

daughter C is open to be aware.

daughter T is walking through the unhealthy

of her broken dreams that suffocated her badly.

these broken souls are open to 

the hue of your protective correction.

finally, they’ll bow of Your Allow.

they have no choice but to obey Your Voice.

the decay of their ways trapped them 

in the stress of their carnal flesh.

they finally see it’s chaotic and robotic

which is the switch from the gift of Today.

they no longer want to delay Your Obey.

Thank you God for using their hindrances 

for their deliberate destined deliverances.

No matter what they do, you God are a bigger hue.

I say yes to my growing sisterhoods with Cole* and Elle.* They’re amazing and lunch yesterday was everything. I’m also so thankful for my Asian sensation beauty queen in Canada, and my creative genius southern belle dancer from Atlanta. They’re such amazing women that I love very much. I’m so open to whoever else will come going forward. But what I’m really thankful for is how you removed all the imposters who were never for me, and only wanted what wasn’t good for me. I’m very thankful that you spent the last almost four months healing me from every post traumatic stressful trigger that felt bigger than the concept of healing. I thought I was entrapped forever. Thank you Father God for pulling me out of that unhealthy space of teaching in that broken charter school. I walk on faith you God have the residents and those beautiful kids. Thank you God for renewing my mind in grace upon grace. I finally have grace and patience for myself. I finally forgive myself and love myself. Thank you God for that precious gift.

Now I can effectively display in a healthy way what’s supernaturally okay to your beautiful creation. What a glorious space to be free completely in. Thank you God for growing me to own my name not my sins. Thank you God for being unapologetic in never feeding the weeds that make us bleed in the tailspins of sinning. We as humanity are a called community to be in unity. Togetherness is deliverance. The only chains with gains is linking together for the better. Carnal flesh is sinking in quicksand with no Kingdom Band. That’s the greatest self harm: the distress of carnal flesh. That’s the stress of oppression and the deselection of confession. Thank you Father God for taking my heart for Jesus, and setting me free intentionally. You are an intentional Lord Constant One. You Lord keep building me, and showing me my answered prayers are real: God fearing sisters are for keeps. 

Thank you God for being so patient with me to trust, and believe in my he who will always be for me: my beautiful bamboo who will always be true. Thank you God for showing me to own I’m the her in Your Stir: he + He + her, which will occur because you God concur. Thank you God for being the silencer in all the amateurs that didn’t succeed in their poisonous live feeds. All those broken souls grew old and cold. All those broken weeds only made each of them bleed in broken need, and you used their impurities to protect and free me faithfully. More importantly God, my beautiful bamboo is finally free too. I cared about his freedom more than mine. Thank you God for removing and dismantling all his character facades, which were self harm sabotages and mirages. My beautiful bamboo can finally be who he’s called to be effortlessly. My heart is so full for his freedom and beautiful revolution.

she’s not afraid to love him.

she’s not afraid to be all in.

she understands this quicksand 

was designed to align their path

in God’s Kingdom Math. 

he + He + her will always equal God’s Stir

which will occur because God concurs.

Behold, their story is unfolding.

they know, and glow with God’s Flow.

they allowed the final bow 

to reverse the curse of the wrong race.

they see it’s a decree of worldly toxicity.

they supernaturally surrender effortlessly.

they picked up the Cross of Calvary 

running the pace of God’s Race

in the space of grace to grace.

from glory to glory because they are His Story. 

they will always grow in being better together. 

Thank you God.

Thank you King Jesus.

Thank you Holy Spirit.

Love your

daughter,

fighter, 

lighter.

Holy Trinity is the key to being set free.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #teamproprivacy

Etiology


the rain washes away 

all the decay’s of yesterday’s. 

there’s no more delay in disobey.

it’s okay to be unapologetically

set free in His Supernatural Logic.

carnal flesh is cancelled, because 

The Cross of Calvary won that battle.

to grow and glow we must

neglect the disrespect in the select 

oppressed infection of silence.

it’s an infliction without His Benediction.

The Cross of Calvary is the cure of etiology.

etiology is the cause of a disease,

which is to breathe in displease,

which is pale scales ailing by prevailing, 

which is the messy stress of carnal flesh,

which is sinning in the quicksand tailspins, 

with no godly wings just entrapped stings.

sin is a disease with no release.

sin is the silencer amateur etiology.

sin is a beast in a schism 

without His Supernatural Prism.

the rewind in time is poison of the mind,

to escape this space we must accept Grace.

to escape this space we must let go of known.

the enigma in this stigma of sin 

is a quicksand of popularity barbarity,

which is the setback in the lack of patience.

patience is the stillness of supernatural deliverance.

supernatural deliverance is the bravery walk

in the bold not cold unapologetic talk of

humanity’s unavoidable wilderness.

delaying our wildernesses doesn’t negate the pending purpose.

the channel from death to life 

was a plight conform transform

that the Light of Jesus Christ 

dismantled in scandal of strife 

by the theft of the night.

death no longer has the throng sting

because Emmanuel God with us

loves us and protects us with His Angel Wings.

the dark will always be sparked 

by the Light of Jesus Christ.

the dark is a shadow.

sin is a shadow.

The Light of Jesus Christ is our healer

in the etiology unapologetically.

a shadow can’t live without the Light.

a shadow is a trigger not truly bigger

when humanity faces their dark

the etiology of sin will disembark.

sin is the robotic pause of His Cause.

the rain washes away 

all the decay’s of yesterday’s. 

there’s no more delay in disobey.

it’s okay to be unapologetically

set free in His Supernatural Logic.

carnal flesh is cancelled, because 

The Cross of Calvary won that battle.

to grow and glow we must

neglect the disrespect in the select 

oppressed infection of silence.

it’s an infliction without His Benediction.

The Cross of Calvary is etiology.

humanity is called to be set free in unity.

one day, the world will say we agree faithfully.

Quarter


Dear Daddy, 

It feels like everything you’ve been showing for so long is finally here. I have an unexplainable joy that keeps increasing, as I intentionally praise Your Great Name in this blessing rain filled season. Daddy you taught me how to kick the puddles and dance in this rain. My pain no longer feels in vain, and I’m set free to faithfully see Your godly gain. A lot happened since the release from the educational beast in the third month earlier this year. The ending of quarter one.

quarter one wrapped up 

with supernatural stack ups.

the old boss loss at a high cost.

her King that makes her soul sing

pulled her and Jojo* out of that quicksand. 

her King that makes her soul sing

holds her ready rings to prevent the defect 

of carnal flesh selected oppressed.

this is a hiss diss poisonous kiss of fake bliss

where stings bring wrong wedding rings

from the struck of no luck combusted lust.

she who is me is set free from that toxicity.

so is her beautiful bamboo faithfully.

her soul grew old when prophecy unfolded

in that old building with no godly wings.

she who is me and her in God’s Stir

is scheduled to occur, because God concurs.

she who is me and the her in God’s Stir 

didn’t know how low her he was willing to go

until the start of quarter three, now she’s free

to lovingly be and wait for her beloved he.

her beautiful bamboo that will always be true.

Daddy I feel like a new creation! My faith has never been this rock solid, and I’ve never breathed with such ease in all the years I’ve walked on this pit stop called Earth. I’m supernaturally naturally going with Your flow to glow and grow. No one can shake my connection to you God. No one can shake what you’ve promised me or shown me. I believe wholeheartedly what’s coming to me. I believe wholeheartedly what’s for me was always for only me, despite the plight strikes in strife of souls that grew cold. These same said souls are no longer stronger in their plunder thunder of going under. That quicksand of carnal flesh is temporary confetti that leaves souls empty. That quicksand of carnal flesh is messed up land dividing by lying pride dying secretly inside from the pale scales that prevail. That’s an ugly backwards hat spat, and a disobedient allegiance in the popularity of barbarity in irregularity. That’s not the key that sets your souls free Daddy. Unity is a called community for all humanity through humility. One day the world will see this supernatural harmony is due to the hue of our salvation virtue: The Cross of Calvary.

many she’s tried it.

many she’s failed.

many she’s pretended to be

for me when they wanted what’s coming

in my space of grace to grace 

and love found bound from Above.

she who is me and the her in God’s Stir

understands the silencer in all these amateurs

was biblically being obedient and patient

to Your Still Small Voice as my only choice.

the Hagar in her Sarah and Abraham 

the Vashti in her Esther and king 

the Leah in her Rachel and Jacob failed.

so did the corrupted company feeding weeds.

the house of lies came tumbling down, 

and the fake crown that created frowns 

was destroyed as the unsecured foundation

it was always called to be in this testimony. 

God wasn’t with it so the show got cancelled.

all the pitfalls in this fall are dismantled by God.

all flesh god facades in this crazed hazed maze

is a scrambled scanned scandal handled by God.

God has the final say in all decay’s of yesterday’s.

God says it’s over, then it’s over.

I’m so excited for this show tonight!! I’m so proud of my dear sister! She’s worked so hard, and is such a dedicated hard working woman of God. I’ll never forget the conversation we had that pierced me, and forever changed my perspective Daddy: (I’m so thankful she’s in my circle.)

“You don’t know what God is telling him. Don’t pay attention to how this looks.” 

Thank you for using your obedient daughter to sharpen me. She’s totally right I didn’t know, and You have been talking to me since then Daddy. You’ve been showing me what You have been Daddy, and I just say yes. I’m so glad I can help my dear sister in the way I can, given my current situation. I’m so thankful I can help my dear sister this weekend for her amazing show. Jojo’s excited to help out this weekend too. I know you have me Daddy. I know you have Jojo. And I know you have my dear sister and this show. You even have our Asian sensation sister in Canada. Thank you for blessing me by surrounding me with such phenomenal women of God. They are above and beyond what I expected. Thank you for removing all the wrong humans that didn’t belong in my space. I’m freer, I’m lighter, and I’m happier because of how You’ve moved these past couple of months. Daddy You have been preparing me for my purpose. I know you have my family Daddy. You have everything. It’s the middle of quarter three Daddy. Whenever you’re ready to pass me the winning shot, I’ll be ready to slam dunk it in the hoop: Love and Basketball for the win. The countdown in this quarter begins. 

I love you Constant One.

Love your daughter.

kin


he’s her kin. 

she’s his kin.

they’re skin to skin.

he’s her home. 

she’s his home.

he’s welcome in her dome. 

she’s welcome in his dome.

Behold, they will unfold together

all for God’s Glory:

because they’re His Story. 

they’ve decided: 

to stop lying and dying inside 

to be revived and thrive

to walk the talk of speak up.

they’ve decided:

to deselect the subject of oppression:

away from the misguide of pride,

away from the decay’s of disobey’s,

away from destructive & unproductive, 

away from the sorrow of no tomorrow, 

away from the mix sinking stink drinks, 

away from the barbarity of popularity, 

away from the tween scene of black tees,

away from the forced hype of repeat beats, 

to multiply and magnify 

by glowing + growing 

& go with God’s Flow 

for all upcoming episodes. 

he’s her kin. 

she’s his kin.

they’re skin to skin.

he’s her home. 

she’s his home.

he’s welcome in her dome. 

she’s welcome in his dome.

they’ve let go of known 

for His Supernatural Unseen & Unknown.

they’ve embraced the space 

of grace to grace. 

they’ve embraced the space

to walk by faith, not by sight.

they’ve rejected the neglected

plight of the worldly strife life.

their love is from Above.

their three strands 

in His Kingdom Land.

their pending marriage 

will have lots of baby carriages, 

and birth with worth not hurt:

many ministries to edify 

The Great Name of The Great I Am

of yesterday, today, and forever.

they know the flow and glow of 

being the scene in better together.

their love will never wither or hinder. 

their love will be only deliberate delivering.

he’s her kin. 

she’s his kin.

they’re skin to skin.

he’s her home. 

she’s his home.

he’s welcome in her dome. 

she’s welcome in his dome.

saving souls from growing old 

is their ministry and registry.

unity for all humanity 

is their ministry and registry.

iron sharpens iron

is their ministry and registry.

fellowship and supernatural encounters

is their ministry and registry.

he + He + her is ready 

to be God’s Stir.

her beauty increased. 

she radiates biblically. 

he’s growing strong 

to be unapologetically His Throng.

he’s so sensitive to His Presence.

she cannot wait until 

they once again 

have their feet meet.

have their heart beat

in the security of His Purity.

the wait is over,

because this assignment is complete.

he’s her kin. 

she’s his kin.

they’re skin to skin.

he’s her home. 

she’s his home.

he’s welcome in her dome. 

she’s welcome in his dome.

Thank you Constant One,

Love Your saint. 

Immobilized


she replays the days 

that had her crazed

in the rewinded minded maze.

hazed by the tears of her fears

she choked in her heartfelt provoking

emotions that kept her immobilized inside.

misguided by the layers in players 

from the fun in no sun building

that no longer has the godly wings.

she couldn’t be a secret or mistreated.

she couldn’t compete with the fan girl heat.

she retreated in the interruptions of her assumptions.

her misconception of deception is misrepresented 

by the tranquility of tangibility.

she’s tired of the realm she needs to dwell:

supernatural to her is a never occur blur

with no proof that makes her feel aloof.

she absorbed the brokenness of her surroundings 

as the staple of her labeled fables.

she’s renewing her mind to godly finds.

her parents are in their second quarter.

she’s in her first quarter: birth to thirty.

she’s been chasing the space of validation.

she thought a follow was the respected selected.

she’s been operating out of fear, because 

of the old building with no godly wings.

people around her didn’t want her to 

receive the achieving believing supernatural.

she surrenders her timeline.

she surrenders her blueprint.

she surrenders her expectations.

she lets go of what she knows.

she’s walking through the trauma 

of the submersion diversions of image.

she nitpicks herself and nitpicks others.

she replays the days 

that had her crazed

in the rewinded minded maze.

hazed by the tears of her fears

she choked in her heartfelt provoking

emotions that kept her immobilized inside.

misguided by the layers in players 

from the fun in no sun building

that no longer has the godly wings.

she couldn’t be a secret or mistreated.

she couldn’t compete with the fan girl heat.

she retreated in the interruptions of her assumptions.

she’s tired of those thinking she’s out of the league

of the space she was created to be in.

she believes her beauty faded but it’s untrue.

she became so fazed by the clouded sounds

of others lies that she’s their garbage deposal.

she knew that building with no godly wings

wanted sinning tailspins scattered stings.

she struggles from the deliverance in stillness.

she doesn’t want to be stronger in settling.

everything feels one-sided since the messages

in the Vicks of Birmingham lyrical bliss.

she allowed people to make her feed shame.

she prays away the pain that’s in vain.

she prays away the hurt with no worth.

she saw the true colors of others 

who she was supposed to be: fan girl.

she doesn’t need false friendships in her space.

she just wants worship and leave like the wind.

nobody sees her.

nobody knows her.

nobody tells her anything.

messages were received.

she casts out the projective brokenness of others.

others brokenness is for the Lord not her.

she chooses to see her new reflection 

of the woman of God she’s been created to be.

she replays the days 

that had her crazed

in the rewinded minded maze.

hazed by the tears of her fears

she choked in her heartfelt provoking

emotions that kept her immobilized inside.

misguided by the layers in players 

from the fun in no sun building

that no longer has the godly wings.

she couldn’t be a secret or mistreated.

she couldn’t compete with the fan girl heat.

she retreated in the interruptions of her assumptions.

it’s so hard for her to let go of what she knows.

she grew up in a household that was so cold.

her father is different and she doesn’t receive it.

it’s hard to believe she’s free from his toxicity.

her father was blessed with a clean bill of health.

she’s tired of hearing her ribcage is here.

she doesn’t see what she receives.

she feels no one understands she grew up

with healthcare Caribbean parents that said no

to her to socially grow and know her own flow.

people had the hardest time connecting with her differences.

because she spoke three languages.

because she took ESL to relearn English.

because she maturely understood not to 

pressure her parents for more.

she’s been fighting to fit in since she was born.

her best friend pushes her to be proud to stand out. 

she’s asking God for the push to stand out 

and face all the women and men she’s faced in the past.

she asks God to show her how to do this God’s Way.

she’s ready to let go of the unknown.

she’s tired of the satanic attacks that hold her back.

she’s praying for the accountability in maturity.

what is of God and what’s of the enemy? 

she yearns to learn how to discern 

from projections of others.

she replays the days 

that had her crazed

in the rewinded minded maze.

hazed by the tears of her fears

she choked in her heartfelt provoking

emotions that kept her immobilized inside.

misguided by the layers in players 

from the fun in no sun building

that no longer has the godly wings.

she couldn’t be a secret or mistreated.

she couldn’t compete with the fan girl heat.

she retreated in the interruptions of her assumptions.

she chooses to do this God’s Way 

and understand what that means.

she’s done repeating cycles.

reflection is her protection. Amen.

Survival


Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

she who is me is finally free faithfully.

she who is me spent quarter two

walking through her blues to be fine tuned.

she who is me spent the last three months

walking through her unsafe combusts.

she who is me spent thirty-three years 

in a self-protective survival mode gear.

she who is me spent the last three months

facing her hurts to have godly prosperous worth.

she who is me spent the last three months

isolated from the souls that made her grow old.

she felt like a dark-light that was dying inside

being misguided by lies and jealous pride.

Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

she who is me spent the last three months

becoming healthy biblically & unapologetically.

she who is me needed to be away from “family.”

Emmanuel God with us is family

because He died on the Cross of Calvary for me.

she who is me was connected to brokenness.

she who is me is thankful for her deliverance.

three years ago: she who is me rededicated her life back

to the Light of Jesus Christ to stand and fight.

she who is me is finally around souls 

that are healthy, and for her to grow

& glow by going with God’s flow.

she who is me sees her father

is fighting to be better in His Everlasting Lighting.

she who is me moves in by the Spirit only.

the Spirit is apart of the Holy Trinity divinity:

Father • Son • Spirit for souls to be set free

from the Cross of Calvary in unity lovingly.

the Spirit is known as the Holy Ghost & Holy Spirit.

the Holy Ghost says her Earth father is better.

the Holy Ghost shows her she must

be careful with all the others souls around her.

she who is me dwells in the realm of supernatural only.

she who is me isn’t afraid of separation 

from souls that don’t walk in His Dedication.

Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

she who is me sees family is who God calls me to. 

she who is me says yes to her King(s) protectively 

to aggressively cover my space in His Race.

she who is me no longer sees survival mode

as her unspoken code that was cold not bold.

she who is me allows the bow to freedom faithfully.

she who is me allows he + He to lead me

because he + He + her is God’s Stir to occur.

she prays, obeys, and waits biblically.

he’s her Adam and she is his Eve effortlessly.

God is bigger than this resolving dark storm trigger. 

Survival mode was the unspoken code.

Survival mode made her feel alone.

Survival mode is no longer 

stronger in the space she needs to face.

Survival mode is now her supernatural Revival.