Tag: God

Expressing My Truth Indeed

 

A lot of us are conditioned to speak good of God or believe that he is good but I could never truly go along with the program and I deeply regret posting articles five years ago seemingly promoting God–it was only because I went through the temporary trauma of seeing my mother go into cardiac arrest at the time. I tried to make myself like him out of the perceived threat of going to hell since I didn’t worship God and because I love my free will (something I had never feared beforehand) but it didn’t work. When someone who had once been close to you dies you may start to think more keenly about your own death and the afterlife–yet I have had many encounters and visits on the other side during my dreams where I have a high position of power. The trauma ended and I returned back to my normal self.

Normally, my spirit is at peace, but lately it has been agitated because I need to publicly profess a truth as a symbolization to the universe (not to or for other human beings, but as an acknowledgment unto the beauty that sustains me).

I cannot lie—I love my Orishas.

I do not love God. I truly never could honestly say that I ever loved God because I truly did not. Yahweh, Jehovah, or Jesus is not my truth, my light, or my way. Since childhood, God had always been a falsifier, the darkness, a hindrance—nothing but a huge suffocation and a burden.

During my early childhood, I knew that I was in trouble because of the knowledge that I had and because of the gifts that I possessed. That sick fucking God allowed people to put witchcraft on me at eight or nine years of age because I was born very special and unique, but I always had something in the universe watching out for me and protecting me.

They intended to drive me crazy and they wanted me on medication—both things that never happened. I was too resilient and too mentally equipped (unlike them). Their dumb bullshit was nothing for me to go crazy about.

I am going to cut this short now, but I just had to let it be known that I am proud of who I am and who I venerate. I don’t agree with or follow the Bible, as the Bible is one of the sickest books I ever read. God is a disgrace. The only beautiful things I read in the Bible are Mary conceiving a child without the aid of a man and them crucifying Jesus—an asshole who came to die for people/trash who weren’t and aren’t even worth dying for. God, the so-called father, had no business creating certain people in the first place.

I have always been insulted to walk this earth, as I feel God is beneath me. It makes me feel so good to know that I didn’t want to have any children and no child of mine will ever have to walk this earth to ever bow down to a God who isn’t worth shit. I wouldn’t want that garbage nowhere near my kid.

Energy does not lie. I always had a feeling deep within my spirit that God is no good, and I don’t care what anybody says or thinks. I never experienced peace with God, only with my Orishas, and I have exceptional sense and I am highly blessed.

I have had a lot of spiritual experiences, and God is not a spirit I ever felt drawn or close to because he is not right for me. I am glad I am nothing in nature like the average people he created.

 

Messages From The Lord: Childhood Memories

When I was around nine years of age, I remember a piercing dream that I had at the time. I was an extremely sensitive (very intuitive/spiritually inclined) child back then, keenly intelligent and highly aware. I was in-tuned to my surroundings whether physical or spiritual.

This was no ordinary dream; within the vision my mother had passed away and I was at her gravesite burial. The idea of my mother dying or being dead at that early time in my life was both heartbreaking and earth-shattering. Yes, quite traumatic and momentous. I could not have imagined life without her. It would have destroyed me so young because I loved her tremendously and we had a special bond.

In the morning, when I awoke from the dream, the emotional residue from what I had encountered lingered with me a bit. Soon I realized that my mother was not actually going to die, however, I was being divinely guided with discipline. God was using a devastating example to teach me a very valuable lesson.

The training behind the reprimand was to have more appreciation for my mother. The Lord’s act was warranted, and even at that age of nine it was appropriate and I understood. There were times when I was not being considerate and showing an unjustifiable attitude toward my mom due to whatever was going on within me.

I told my mother about the dream afterwards because I shared everything with her. She agreed with me about the message I received. I took the instruction from God appreciatively as I appreciated the warning and I indeed appreciated my mom all the more.

The Lord’s correction was done purely out his righteousness, and for his abundant love and compassion for my mother. I am so grateful that he also loved me enough to discipline me and show me where I was wrong. God used a significant tactic, the projection of how precious it was to respect and to value the presence of my mother in my life.

My mother had informed to me later in life that she prayed to the Lord when I was a baby to allow her to live long enough to see me able to become an adult, able to take care of myself. She didn’t ever want me to be mistreated or without the necessities of survival just like any exceptional mother who would lay down their life for their child would not.

God generously granted my mother her request and gave us very long years together. She was able to see me fend for myself, and her too, within the process. I am thankful to the Lord for giving me enough wonderful time with such a dear and loving mother. There are so many in life who didn’t get the chance or opportunity to grow up with a parent due to losing them early on in life.

My heart goes out to all who have experienced this unfortunate circumstance in life. It is important to treasure what matters most within our lives and live each day within recognition of each blessing.