The power of forgiveness

  Triumph.  Forgiving is one of the hardest hurdles to clear in the path towards peace of mind.  No one can claim to be at peace and still have ill feelings towards another.  The ill feelings only lay dormant in our subconscious, waiting to be released.  Forgiving is not forgetting, it is simply acknowledging the flawed human element in us all and taking steps to avoid whatever the charge from happening again.  What sense does it make to hold on to the situation without an effective plan or method to discard it?  You can best believe it probably doesn't affect the perpetrator.

  Forgiving allows me to control the situation over my transgressor by elevating my spirit to a place of balance or a place free of stress.  Soon what we carry will start to reflect in us physically to the point where we become sick either physically or mentally.  It is even difficult to have a functioning relationship with the creator holding on to pain.  I wrote this to medicate myself.  I have resentment from childhood that lashes out in several different ways, sometime uncontrollable.  I have children now and I cannot allow them to suffer from my experiences.  They must grow and develop a relationship with this world on their own but with with the direction of their Mothers and their Baba.

So these two reasons are why we must forgive:

1.  To seize control over the situation from the transgressor
2. To not allow the poison to affect our children

  We have healing to do and we must be healed ourselves first and foremost. We cannot even begin to heal with conscious and subconscious demons lurking in the abyss of our souls.

Seek the proper healing and be a whole human being as the creator created you to be.

"I No Longer Want To Hold On, To That Which Doesn't Make Me Strong!"-Rachelle Ferrel

Ase' O

 

Check the box or check with the spirits?

  Who would have thought we would have to go through spiritual steps to find out if it is acceptable for us to date or marry a sister?  Especially for those of us who grew up doing things a totally different way.  I remember back in elementary school when we would simply write a note and draw two boxes on it, one with yes, the other with no.  Whichever box was checked would determine your fate.  Now it's a more divine way of finding out which road we should take and the necessary steps to get there.  Its a beautiful process and well worth the wait.  We can't afford to be upset or hurt at the outcome if it isn't in our personal interest, it simply is what it is.  Truthfully it is in our best interest when we understand it.  If it does turn out the way we are hoping for then so be it and enjoy your happiness.  

Ah, The beauty of being an adult. The beauty of divine love.

Ase' o

Messiah's first protest; An activist in the making.

  Today was one of the proudest days of fatherhood for me.  My daughter Messiah (12) attended her first police brutality protest and march in Indianapolis, Indiana.  Along with the Reverend Al Sharpton, my mother and thousands of others, Messiah protested the vicious brutality of the Indianapolis police department.  This is a monumental moment for my child and her future political and cultural ambitions and plans.  She has the potential to surpass any and all efforts I may thought to accomplish by the time she reached my age of 36.  My first protest march and rally wasn't until I was in my 20's and a freshman at Olivet College.

  This goes to show that if we are passionate and sincere about our beliefs, and if we implement them in our everyday lives, our children will not stray into social or cultural obscurity.  Everything I do is for my children.  The future I want for them is a future free from all kinds of oppression.  By the time my children are my age they will be well versed in struggle and take it a step further from Baba by building institutions of necessity for women, children and men alike.  Iba se' Egun mi for allowing me to bring my children into existence and I give thanks for them chosing me to be their father.

Watch out oppression, the Bandele babies are coming!

O dabo