I want to thank all who responded to KG in the post below. One or two are just enough to encourage. We are our brothers keeper, and must jump into action to save and assist our fellow man. When I was going through my awakening, it was jarring to say the least. I felt as if my enemy (I mean me here, but words, sound, power, I have thrown the negative sentence on the enemy, you must do the same) was losing her mind. It first began at age five (my awakening did), where I would be playing in the back yard in Jamaica and stones would be thrown at me, from behind a tree, but no one was there. I never told my parents but I was a very scared child, much like the kid in the movie the sixth sense. Cats would crawl up from under our cellar and would sit at my feet, watching me while I slept in my darken room, with only the moon and its light for company. Something would stir me awake and I would hear a soft purr or a low growl and see eyes reflecting off the moon shine which looked like diamonds attracted to a face with white whiskers…..oonuh can imagine de pee pee whey come straight ah mi foot, but choo mi fraid ah beating, it tun back up. It would be years later that I would realize what was happening to me then, what had made such a fraidy fraidy child, what had me sleeping in-between my parents at night, too terrified to sleep alone. It was years after a dreadful awakening and eventually becoming Obara Meji, that I found out that the pathway to beauty, wisdom, knowledge and excellence is a rough, rocky and daunting one.
I abhor Christianity, the religion and what it stands for (control, dominance, etc) but I must admit it does have certain wisdom within its doctrine. There is a part which says “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” psalm 30:5. This is true. Whoever wrote this poem did well to include this sentence, because it is the absolute truth.
One of my God children text me this week, a very brilliant young lady, who has accomplished a lot for her age, and she was very upset because she was not getting through with something she thought she needed earnestly. Noticed I used the word thought. I am her God mother, and it was correct of her to vent to me. The problem is, I do not see life as many do, so while a person may be distraught about something, they believe is important, I see it as a simple or trivial. The good thing about me is that I have the intelligence to articulate certain explanations well, so that they can understand that what they see as a problem is really not and why it is so. I explained to the young lady, who was at her wit’s end at tying to purchase something, but kept getting road blocks that perhaps something was trying to save her from making a horrible mistake, one that would cost her more than she spent or one which would bring unhappiness. I encouraged her to calm down and trust, just release. Release herself to all that is to come and to all that belongs to her.
There are times we worry about things, which needs no worry at all, if only we stop, relax and think for a moment. I have been there so I know, that if the light man is coming to cut the light and there is no money, the feeling, as a parent or person who have no way to turn is horrible. What do we do? However it works out, just know that it will. It will. There are times when you have to throw your hands up in the air and mutter, whatever is divinely ordered, may it be so.
This is you telling your subconscious to deal with it, and if you truly release, let go and trust, it will. Doubt, worry and fear are our enemies, we must release them, we must.
Ups and downs are apart of life’s natural order, this world is chaotic. We cannot be happy all the time, anyone who does not have problems will die soon. If you compare your life to another, you might see the hand of God in yours. Let us realize life is not that bad, as a matter of fact life sweet, it sweet man, it sweet.
To all who are at a very low point in their lives right now, please release. There are many ways to overcome, find them. Do not throw life away, try to come back to your self, try! My story is long and my experiences many. Suicide has entered my mind before (once). It was a flicker of thought in a moment of despair, but I batted it away. It was not an option, I had my children to consider, and even if I had not, I thought it was the cowards way out, and I always was proud of my self for not being a coward, those days were long behind me.
Everyday I look at life here on this earth realm, and the sweetness of it, every morning when the birds chirp on my window frame singing sweet songs of melody pure and true (Bob ah you dis) or I see the sun rise and set in the evening, every time I get ignorant and cuss two or three claat (Jamaican bad wud, which I love, I find them so expressive) which if mi dead, mi nuh tink mi can cuss dem suh again, every time mi eat stew peas and rice, or suck pon a freezing cold d&g kola champagne Backle non stop till ei done, and sigh ahhhh, as brain freeze ketch mi, mi realize how life sweet.
Life sweet for me, here are some reasons,
BEING JAMAICAN (although the gully queens dem of nowadays mek mi waan denounce mi nation)
REGGAE MUSIC…..(aldoe Vybz Kartel, nearly mek mi change mi mind, him lyrics dem hard doe, marrow fly whey like visa?? Lol)
FRY DUMPLIN……I LOVE IT SO MUCH, FOR A WHILE MY NICK NAME WAS DUMPLIN
JAMAICAN MAN, (Now a days mi nuh so sure, and ah de nuh suh sure part, got me involved wid de teefing Nigerian), but dem have up de vibes, not Vybz
STONE LOVE DANCE…….OONUH LOW MI, YES I AM A DANCE FAN, BUT BECAUSE MI AH MADDA, IT NUH LOOK GOOD FI NUH BODDY KETCH MI INNA DANCE AH TIP AN BUBBLE UP, SO I HAVE REDUCED IT TO STONE LOVE CD’S IN MY JEEP…..ALSO DJ KENNY
GOOD OLE JAMAICAN BAD WUD, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, YES MAN, ALL AH DE CLAAT DEM
A COLD WINTERS NIGHT WRAPPED UP UNDER MI THICK COMFORTER WID MI REMOTE INNA MI HAN
GAMES OF THRONES,PENNY DREADFUL
BOOK, BOOKS AND MORE BOOKS
SA NETER TV
Life sweet yah man, if I don’t stop now, I will keep writing forever.
PLEASE SHARE what sweet about life for you.
Tí ẹ̀dá bá mọ iṣẹ́ àṣelà ni, ìwọ̀nba ni làálàá máa mọ. /
If man knows his destined path to success for sure, he will hustle less……Yoruba Proverbs.
[Man proposes, God disposes]
Please come today and share your testimonies of how life sweet, the enjoyment of life amid sorrow and woe, let us encourage KG and others who have lost their will for this earth plane. Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.