Sanjo Jendayi's Blog

Slavery of old ended. Or did it? We live in a world where people of color are being gunned down by police for sport. The most recent two, Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were publicly executed for all the world to see. People are asking for more de-escalation/disarming training  of officers; but why? Most of those killed by the police were not armed, some were not even resisting arrest.  

We live in a world where strange fruit isn’t so strange anymore; anytime in the year 2016 a black man can be found hanging from a tree in Georgia hours after the KKK was passing out flyers in the same area and it is immediately ruled a suicide…nope, not strange fruit anymore.

When you watch someone like Dylann Roof who killed 9 black HUEmans in a Charleston church, walk out in a bullet proof vest escorted by police who then stopped by Burger King to buy this murderer a sandwich…you have to know that this isn’t about any training or lack thereof. Brock Turner, the Stanford Swimmer only received 6 months for rape and these are only two cases of thousands representing the differences of treatment by the law based on nothing more than the color of one’s skin. Hell, we weren’t given any time to grieve the deaths of the aforementioned three black men before the narrative changed to one of sympathy for cops gunned down at peaceful protest. The news began updating us every 5 minutes or less saying the same thing, “We must turn all of our focus to this right now and come together for the families of the slain officers and pray for those fighting for their lives.” Notice how all of the spokespersons were black? Coincidence? I think not.

We’ve been here before but this time more of us are aware of our worth AND our POWher!

There are those that bring up that all lives matter and those who say black on black crime is just as prevalent which both are true but guess what? Every race has crime within its communities however, everything negative involving people of color is highlighted over the many positives. Do we have internal issues as a race? Of course, we do and yes, those issues need healing but that does not negate the fact that police are sworn in to protect and serve the people. It is their job. When black people kill each other and the perpetrator is caught, they go to jail but when officers kill us, they go home to spend time with their families on paid leave and are rarely indicted. There’s hardly a comparison. I am aware that all police are not bad but the bad police are representations of the entire police force. Are the “good” cops really willing to uphold their “code of silence” while watching black people slaughtered in these streets by their comrades? I would like to believe that there are more good cops than bad but maybe their silence signifies my naivety.

The one lone black female Policewoman that spoke out touched my heart tremendously but yet again, her single act of courage left me wondering; when will we really stand up together and back one another?

This is modern day lynching at its finest. We are hunted HUEmans with our predators being caught in the act and recorded on video yet, they still find ways to question the videos, vilify the dead and support the officer’s actions. Even animals and endangered species are protected by the law but who protects us melanated people when the law is against us? We do not want fearful police in our neighborhoods nor do we want to fear the police because that breeds intense encounters.

I have heard people saying there’s nothing we can do about it. Others protest and march about it while still others say hit them in their pockets. Some are downright angry and I understand it all. It is perfectly okay to feel the emotions of it but we only have a minute to feel the emotion before we must think logically! Everything is energy right? So with that said, we mustn’t give credence to fear. We have to retreat from our emotions, regroup and revise our actions.  In order for this to work, we will have to put all petty differences aside and be willing to step out of our comfort zones. It’s time for meetings to take place privately… I was going to add the deeper actions on this blog but that would be counterproductive. The art of war is not to publicize your plans but to move in silence. In cases like this, anger is our 1st emotion and that energy leads to combustive results. If we become reactionary we’ll have a real massacre on our hands therefore, we must plan and strategically execute that which we agree upon. We also have to find a way to do things offline because social media is our Achilles heel.

There are no black leaders coming to our rescue because WE are who we are waiting on! The torch has been passed to us and now we are at a crossroad. The decisions we make in this time will have an inherent ripple effect on generations to come. We cannot be distracted by viral videos of officers doing good deeds, new dance crazes, some larger massacre or world news activity. The escalation of police brutality/murders is not just happening here in the US, it’s global and now is the time to address and eradicate it. One thing is for certain; we will NOT remain the hunted nor will we settle for slave tactics of any kind. We want to LIVE and do it peacefully. Love is the key…let’s all try Loving one another and see what doors it opens!

***Disclaimer: For those who believe every time someone black speaks out on injustice and racial disparity that we are in turn being angry racist…think again. This blog is about loving ourselves enough to fight for our lives!***

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“I’ve found throughout the years that I needed a place where I can go with no TV, no computer, no phone and just have no distractions and just be able to sit and think and just not be disturbed.”~ Josh Turner

This world is full of distractions and even the most focused person can fall prey to them. I found myself in a space of distractions until everything within me began screaming for peace. It’s as if my body began throwing a temper tantrum until I gave it the attention it deserved which is comprised of self-care and peace. I didn’t even see it coming. 

The human mind is a sum total of our own thoughts and implanted thoughts by what we see and hear. I remember years ago when I kept getting sick at work and my boss called me into her office and asked, “What are you watching? What are you listening to? What are you eating” and I was looking at her strangely when she went on to explain that our bodies respond to what we are feeding it mentally, physically and spiritually. I had not given much thought to what I was watching and listening to but it made perfect sense. It was an “aha” moment for me.

A few years after that I began practicing stillness, meditation and being more mindful of what I allowed into my energy field via sight and sound. I soon realized that even as I became efficient at this, it was still easy to get distracted. It happens so fast that you don’t realize it until your mind, body and soul are kicking and screaming against the madness. Some create distractions to avoid doing what really matters while others distract themselves to avoid reality. 

We spend countless hours on social media, watching te-LIE-vision, hanging out, gossiping, watching others and so much more. Even when on social media for business, something may catch your eye and before you know it; time has passed you by and productivity dwindled down little to nothing.

We are rarely present because our minds are continuously distracted. I have learned that when we say we have a lot on our minds, we are really fooling ourselves because the conscious brain can only hold one thought at a time and we have the power to choose the next thought. We aren’t stuck with a racing out of control mind…we can change that. We can slow down the pace by taking control of our thoughts and that includes stepping away from influenced thought brought on by outside distractions. Once we practice this, the lies will make themselves known to us and we can then replace them with truths.

Self-care requires taking full stock of what the body needs as a whole. It is perfectly ok to unplug from everything and everyone once in awhile for intervals that suit you. We are constantly telling our vision lies and then believing the lies in which we told ourselves. There is always more to what the eyes can see and it is imperative that we go deeper. Sometimes we have to even question what we see. Hell, question everything because you hold the answers within and the only way to get them is to sit with self…quietly and purposefully. 

Remaining consciously focused and mindful will help you manage the distractions in your life as opposed to them managing you. I am mastering peripheral vision where even though I see a glimpse of a distraction to my left or right I remain focused on what is ahead of me because one turn to either side could trip you up. The less distracted I am, the more creative I become. Taking care of self is my number one priority no matter how uncomfortable it makes others. Saying no is a full sentence, no explanation needed and if others feel inconvenienced by you taking care of yourself…it may be an indication to alter your inner circle because you are no good to anyone if you aren’t good to YOU! The only way we can come together in honesty and truth to make impactful change is by being honest and true with who we see in the mirror and taking complete care of that person first.

Being by large bodies of water does my body good so as I close; I will unplug for a little while to love on me. Take care of you. Find what helps you tune out the noise of this world and do it…lots of it! We have a mighty work to do and we each must be consciously aware of our own inner workings to be impactful as a unit. Peace and blessings to you as we forge ahead.

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As I washed my locs this morning I had an introspective moment recalling how all 3 times I loc’d my hair was at a very transitional period in my life. It dawned on me that my hair holds many life lessons.

Hair alerts us when we aren’t getting enough water. Hair lets us know when we are damaging it. Hair tells us when we are stressing, sick or bad dietary choices. Changes in your hair’s look, texture, or thickness can be signs of underlying health conditions.

During each loc journey, I learned something different. I learned that if you can endure the “ugly phases” of life, you will grow through it. Both previous loc journey’s I cut my hair during trying times. This time I’m learning to be patient and enjoy the process.

This morning, I saw my hair going down the drain and I reminded myself that I’ve done a lot over the years with this hair without a care. Funny how the back is so healthy while the front shows the tell tale signs of prolonged medications & illness. If you are asking yourself; “Why didn’t she show us the front?” My answer is simply…vanity. I’m not ready to “show” that to everyone yet.

So guess what? I no longer battle with the idea of cutting my hair. I listen to it. Nourish it. And allow the process to continue. As I stood in the mirror, I suddenly realized that the choice is not mine to make on THIS day but hey, I am NOT my hair. I am the soul that lives within.

 

#myjourney #locsarentjustahairstyle #listentoyourhair #lifelessons

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Imagine your son was incarcerated, placed in the hole for over 18 months where he is locked down for 23hrs a day and all of the concern that comes with that alone.

Now, imagine receiving a call from another inmate stating that your son has been seriously injured by the guards, they’ve urinated all over his bed, taken all of his belongings and thew them away and he needs help.

If that isn’t enough to send you into a panic, a second call comes in from an attorney of another inmate stating that their client called them on behalf of your son because the guards have injured him badly and he needs medical care. Is your heart beating fast yet?

A third call comes in from a concerned inside source at the jail stating someone needs to see your son as soon as possible because the guards have cut him badly and he needs help. They say they believe it’s all over this newspaper article that was in the Washington Post on January 29, 2016 because this article exposes the inhumane practice of placing human beings in solitary confinement for long periods of time and the psychological effects it can have on the inmates.

By now, your mind is in a panic and you realize this is no movie, it’s real life…YOUR REAL LIFE and your heart is about to beat out of your chest while tears race down your face. You only have a moment to feel this emotion because phone calls must be made, something has to be done. Your son may be a criminal in the eyes of the law but that is still your baby, your flesh and blood and he needs you!

This is what my family is going through right now as my mom, received these calls successively Friday afternoon regarding my brother who is incarcerated in the DC Correctional Facility where this isn’t the first of these types of incidents. In fact these are the stories you rarely hear about because they get swept under the rug, covered up and/or no one wants to help a “criminal” as if they deserve cruel and inhumane treatment. 

Our family immediately jumped into crisis mode and despite the evening hour on a Friday night, began making phone calls to The Mayor’s office, Internal affairs, The Washington Post, The National Action Network DC Chapter, etc…not sure if we would reach anyone due to it being the weekend. Surprisingly, we began receiving phone calls back and help began to manifest. 

My mom and I went to see my brother in a video visit and he didn’t look good. They bandaged his arm up in two places but you could see it bleeding through the bandages.. He can’t feel his fingers in his hand. He asked one Lieutenant to speak to someone in Mental and another officer came out of nowhere and beat him repeatedly with some sort of metal object that opened severe wounds in his arm. The officer urinated all over his bed and removed all of his belongings from his cell and trashed them. This is a violation of my brother’s constitutional rights. Ironically, these aren’t the only rights being violated. My brother was shot in DC Jail about 11yrs ago and they twisted that story to turn it into a conspiracy against the system. He should not be back in DC Jail period. The guards have placed his life in danger on many levels by spreading false rumors to the other inmates that my brother is a snitch. They have beat on my brother several times before but this is the worse by far. My brother is a pretrial inmate, yet he has been in lock down since returning to the jail almost two years ago. My brother has to be moved from this jail for his safety.

Please check out the Rights of Inmates to fully understand what should and shouldn’t be taking place inside the jail.

No one thinks that their loved one would be harmed by the very people who are supposed to be protecting them but our eyes have been opened to Police Brutality in a major way over the last few years. It breaks your heart to know that the assault and torture that goes on behind those walls is basically being ignored or patched with band-aids while the blood of these inmates cry out from behind the wall. It has long become an epidemic of torture based on all of these articles listed here citing different incidents brought out in the media. Yet, the DC Torture Chamber of Hell still stands…barely, due to the horrific physical conditions of this building which I include in the cruel treatment of humans.

The torture reached a pivotal moment when a group of mothers came together to bring awareness to the situation. They created a a group called MUST Mothers United to Stop Torture and they began to fight for their son’s lives based on this article titled, D.C. Inmates ‘Tortured,’ Mothers Say. Washington Post. 25 October 2005.

We agree with this mother’s statement in the above mentioned article; “Sabrina Wynn, testifying at a D.C. Council hearing on behalf of six mothers whose sons are jailed, called on the District to investigate the allegations and fire any corrections officers who are found to be responsible.

“If dogs were mistreated as our sons have been, those responsible would be prosecuted for animal cruelty,” said Wynn, whose testimony came in a day-long hearing by the council’s Judiciary Committee into the operations of the Department of Corrections.”

I wrote this blog to save my brother’s life and to shed a light on what goes on in the darkness behind the walls of the DC Correctional Facility which does not embody correction in the form of reform but punishment, cruel and unjust punishment that is synonymous with torture. 

“Suicide, self-harm and segregation have long had a close relationship at the District jail. Nearly 60 percent of the jail’s 49 suicide attempts in 2013 occurred in a segregation unit, a Department of Corrections report said. “Inmates in segregation units are at a higher risk” of suicide, the report stated.”-The Washington Post 1/29/2016

DC Jail is Killing our loved ones slowly and we MUST do something about it! 

Please call Mayor Muriel Bowser’s office and demand an investigation into the violation of inmate rights in the DC Correctional Facility. This building needs to be bulldozed and rebuilt and most of the staff properly trained or replaced.

John A. Wilson Building

1350 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, Washington, DC 20004

Phone: (202) 727-2643

or

Just click here to sign our petition Stop the Torture of DC Inmates. Thank you in advance, your support will save lives.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When I stepped out here to live my dreams, to work for myself and to allow my gifts to make room for me; I was nervous, scared and something I had to admit to myself; DOUBTFUL! The combination was deadly because it had me doubting myself, my calling and my gifts. In turn, I discounted my services “for exposure” and to at least bring some money in. I even gave away services, products and bits of myself thinking it would all pay off in the long run.
 
Well, it almost broke me (literally and figuratively) save for some really special people in my circle and my own Inner-G. I’ve learned some harsh lessons and had a lot of those “Let me tell you somethin” talks that tend to snap you out of your slumber into full awareness of self. I now know that there is no one that can do what I do EXACTLY LIKE I DO IT and if people want it and value it, they will pay for it. I have GODfidence that I was placed on this earth to make a positive impact! We ALL are here for a purpose! God’s gifts and his call are irrevocable! KNOW YOUR WORTH and DO NOT SHORTCHANGE YOURSELF ANYMORE! 


Once you start out giving discounts, those very recipients will never pay you what you are worth because you set the tone by lowering your value. Yes, there will be periods of no sales, no calls or people not responding to you once you give them a price but hold firm to your dream and keep creating because it’s all a part of the process. Trust the process. Your preparation will meet opportunity…it paves the way for you. Meditate. Listen to the God/Dess in you and allow inspiration to have it’s way with you. Soon enough, you will be manifesting all that you desire, IF YOU DON’t QUIT.
 
Overstand This: This message is bigger than money. It’s bigger than success. It’s answering the call, doing the work, living your purpose and reaping the rewards. Its Dreamwalking with your eyes open!











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As a Cancer Conqueror, I was asked to write a blog about Cancer to encourage those who are currently battling this dis-ease. The one thing that kept coming to mind was just that…we beat cancer mentally. I added this picture describing what cancer cannot do because when battling this Goliath, we have to keep our thoughts positive, believe in our healing, utilize our support system be it friends & family or support groups and make dietary changes to foods that do not feed the cancer.

Sometimes, our thoughts get the best of us and we have to do “mental gymnastics” to keep our minds fit for battle. You may be asking, “How do you do that?” I’m glad you asked. You flip negative thoughts as quickly as they come into uplifting, powerful truths about your healing, your help and your beliefs. Cancer is a bully that CAN be beat…the word itself says you CAN!

I’ve put the rest of my message about my personal experience in a performance poem because I continue to fight cancer with my pen, paper and my voice. I also teamed up with my daughter making and selling jewelry where a percentage is split between three causes that are dear to our hearts; Sarcoidosis, Cancer and Caring for starving children in Africa. You can check us out at http://www.AdornMeGoddess.etsy.com

I wish

I wish I could tell you exactly what it feels like when the doctor says you have lung cancer,

but I wouldn’t wish that feeling on my worst enemy.

The truth is your mind goes blank, your emotions seem to leave your body

as you just stare at the back of closed eyelids.

Somewhere in the deafening silence & the moments ticking

you hear a faint whisper…breathe!

I’m trying but the C is caught in my throat.

Breathe!

Don’t you see me struggling to swallow this bitter pill?

Breathe!

My life flashes before my eyes just as I see something familiar in my 3rd eye that forces me…

to breathe!

It’s strength and her face bears an uncanny resemblance to mine.

So I take in a deep cleansing breath, straighten my back

look the doctor in his eyes and say,

“I’m sorry, I had to process what you said & for a second I was scared, having visions of losing my hair, body frail from dis-ease battling as death came and straddled me & before those visions could overwhelm me…

I saw my two children willing me to live.”

So i say, “Doc, how are we gonna get rid of this?”

I wish I could tell you that those were just visions but later I found they were more like premonitions of what was to come.

14hrs in surgery as they removed part of my lung.

They took a rib that got in the way, then a part of my airway and resectioned it their way.

In the recovery room I remembered coughing uncontrollably

then choking on phlegm.

I heard them call a code and the chaplain’s praying begin.

All the while thinking I must be dreaming,

Screaming, “God you have to save me!

I still have work in this life you gave me.

My family’s in the other room waiting

I have to live For those who never made it off the operating table.

I have to live to tell folk to treat their bodies right.

To cherish every precious moment in this life.

To love one another through every strife.

See I have to live to see my grandchildren…

To tell them that your grace and mercy will also walk with them.

I have to live to exercise the Liberty to write Lyrics that will live on after me.”

See, two angels guided me in my sleep back to reality

years before my two granddaughters were born.

Lyric and Liberty, indigo children who see beyond what the eyes can see reminded me of my legacy.

I open my eyes and the doctor says, “you made it; but you may never perform on a stage again.”

Huh?

He said you made it; but you may never perform on a stage again.

I heard him but refused to let that sink in.

The nurse said, “My child you gave us quite a scare,

But that fire in you permeated the air.

Now, let that fire blaze your path to recovery.

Finding your voice again will be your greatest discovery.

Everything will be brand new my friend.”

And she was right because each time I hold this mic…it’s like the 1st time again.

Yall don’t understand, I said each time I hold this mic, it’s like the 1st time again!

I treasure each breath, reminiscing on my fight back to this very space holding this mic in my hand spitting

Transparently

Taking nothing for granted

Thankful for second chances.

Yeah, Cancer grabbed me,

but it didn’t overtake me.

I wish cancer didn’t exist

but that would cause a financial shift in too many people’s pockets who don’t care about the lives at risk.

So I no longer wish I could tell you anything

Because I am now a Cancer Conqueror who lived to tell the story,

Continuing to fight cancer with poetry!

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“Live In Victory Everyday”

No matter what is going on in our lives, we have the choice to L.I.V.E. in victory everyday! I created this acronym as a reminder to myself to look for the blessings in my life daily. Everyday we open our eyes is a blessing and a new opportunity to live!

This was a rough week for me and I had to do a lot of meditating, praying, crying and releasing. At one point I felt numb which in itself is a form of shutting down. I had to have talks with myself and remind myself to L.I.V.E, to identify my blessings which far outweigh any and everything else. Not to mention, gratitude has an instant vibration increasing effect.

I spent some time with friends and family this weekend and instead of being in my head, over thinking everything…I was present in the moment. I can’t tell you how refreshing it was to be present. No phone. No internet. No thoughts interrupting the beauty of the moment. Just love, laughter and living.

In a conversation with a friend yesterday, we reminisced on how we grew up without and it really put things into perspective as we laughed about scrubbing our clothes in the bathtub. We joked about how fans were our central AC and the hot air that they recirculated, the syrup sandwiches, mystery meat in a can, peanut butter so thick it tore the bread. In all that, we both were instantly grateful for how far we’ve come.

Today, we take so much for granted and we aren’t really living. We work so hard to create a living that we then don’t have time to L.I.V.E. We fail to spend good, quality time with loved ones and we neglect or cover up our own personal needs. We get so busy, we’re stagnant or going nowhere fast and before we know it, we look up and see we’ve been stuck in the wheel of life chasing our own tail.

I challenge you to do something spontaneous. Do something different. Do something for someone else. Do something you’ve always wanted to do or put off until tomorrow. Call and tell someone why you love them. Kiss like it’s your last time. Laugh until your stomach hurts. Tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us and the last thing any of us want is to let time get away from us & miss out on the beautiful, priceless things in life. Don’t become numb to life…Live In Victory Everyday.

“Life is NOT short! It’s just by the time we catch up to appreciating it…we’ve already left life at least halfway behind us.” ― Sanjo Jenday

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Last week I spoke about going deeper into who you are and this week, I want to share a little more about me.

Last night I told myself that I would miss this week’s blog writing because I was tired & really didn’t have anything to say. The true reason wasn’t simply because I am tired…I’m fighting dis-ease in my body and I’m scared. Instantly, I heard a small voice say; “PUSH YOUR WAY THROUGH.” SO I WRITE.

Now, this simple encounter with my higher self has often been dismissed in my life or I would be hearing ego thinking it was my higher self. It took what seemed like forever to differentiate from the voice of the God in me (my higher self) and self (ego).

I questioned myself on why I’m always PUSHING even in situations when I’m so ready to give up or walk away. I have pushed to remain in businesses, relationships, jobs, homes, etc…that in hindsight, it was clear that God was pulling & I was pushing. God has pulled me out of situations before they destroyed me…or shall I say, I destroyed me with my PUSH.

See, in asking myself the question and then being prompted to check my family history, I’ve learned quite a bit about myself. I come from a long line of strong women who seemed to always keep going, making a way out of no way & it’s simply in my DNA to not give up. However, here’s where it gets tricky. I then had to ask myself the motive behind my PUSH…oooohhhhh, motives are hidden truths about us that we don’t always like to reveal or even acknowledge.

I found a large portion of my motives to be rooted in fear. I would PUSH for fear of failure. I would PUSH for fear of looking weak. I would PUSH for fear of disappointing my children. I grew up with very little therefore, I would PUSH for fear of returning to lack. Sometimes, I would PUSH for selfish gain. In these instances, fear was winning because I was manifesting all that I feared. On the other hand, I PUSH because my purpose won’t let me quit. I PUSH to be a better me. I PUSH to leave a legacy. I PUSH to see my children and grandchildren soul wealthy. I PUSH to break generational curses.

In studying self, I had to change the way I viewed fear. There is healthy fear & unhealthy fear. If fear motivates me to be better…it’s healthy. If fear hinders my growth and/or allows me to hide…it’s unhealthy. I’ve never been the type to forget everything and run, therefore I have to allow fear to help me face everything and rise! It’s all in one’s perspective. Fear can be a motivating force if we let it.

Most people say PUSH is Pray Until Something Happens but I’d like to add two more significant meanings for MY PUSH…

PUSH: Poetry Understanding the Soul and Heart

PUSH: Perseverance Until Success Happens

My life is poetry in motion and because of my life’s experiences, i seek to find poetry in the heart & soul of those i encounter. It is also those very experiences that make me persevere.

We have to define ourselves and our PUSH. We also have to know when to PUSH, when to walk away and when to sit still in life. In this world of social media where you can be ANYTHING or ANYONE coupled with the slogan: Fake it til you make it; it’s easy to go through life afraid yet covering it with bravado. It’s easy to avoid checking our own motives and asking self the hard questions. But, I’ve never been one for the quick fix or the easy way out…I was born to be AUTHENTIC, UNIQUE and STAND OUT. Most importantly, I see the bigger picture; in being myself (flaws and all), I inadvertently release others to do the same and we all win! My story is changing daily as I figure out exactly who I am at my core which in turn changes my thought process, dispels old beliefs and propels me deeper into my purpose. Who are you? How do you use fear…or does fear use you? You hold your pen and it’s never too late to re-write YOUR story. Since I hold MY pen…I’ll end this chapter with this: I AM all of the below & then some! Now, it’s time to really LIVE!

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This week I kept feeling my grandmother’s presence…maybe because her birthday is approaching this coming week but I realized in rewriting your story; you have to not only know where you come from but understand your lineage.

When I look at my life and all of the paths taken throughout this journey, I come face to face with questions that I have no immediate answers. I am a Reiki Master and I have done self healing yet I still face serious health challenges. I am a manifestor yet I still face financial challenges. This week a question arose within myself; why?

I had to go back into my history to view my mom’s journey, my grandmother’s journey & my great grandmother’s journey. I saw a pattern which told me that my current circumstances were deeper than the physical, they were ancestral.

I began studying past life regression & healing ancestral karma because finally, I am understanding that this baggage I am carrying does not belong to me…it has been inherited through DNA and the onus was now on me to go deeper in order to heal not only my issues but my past life issues as well as my ancestral issues if I am to live my purpose. In healing myself, I heal my ancestors and my descendants.

Most of us go through life totally oblivious to this therefore,  we find ourselves in a never-ending rat race repeating mistakes, reaching, grasping but never living up to our full potential.  At some point you get tired and begin to seek answers outside of the societal box to really learn how to navigate this thing called life.

There is more to you than who you see in the mirror. There’s more to you than your thoughts, your beliefs. Are you courageous enough to go deeper and see who you really are underneath it all? Do you want to find your original self in a sea of instilled thoughts, beliefs and behaviors?

I have spent a substantial amount of time in mindful & transcendental meditation to clear hidden energetic blockages and heal ancestral karma in an effort to live my best life. Some of you may be questioning what I am referring to while an antenna has been raised in others. Do your research & seek what is best for you. I do my best to introduce different perspectives without force with the full confidence that the message will get to those it was meant to reach.

It’s funny because as a Reiki Master and healer it’s so easy to get caught up in the fact that you are a healer, not to mention that society now views you as such. I recall when I got sick after becoming a healer and someone said to me; “You’re a healer so heal yourself.” I also remember a few poking fun at the fact that I was sick, yet saying I was a healer. It took these deep meditations for me to fully understand that some of the greatest healers are wounded healers because we understand what it’s like to be wounded.

Some of the greatest healers still die of natural causes. Some of the most anointed pastors go through deep bouts of unbelief. Some of the top surgeons die of illnesses that they have saved others from. No one is perfect therefore, no one is exempt from themselves.

Don’t allow your wounds to inhibit your gifts. It may be your very wounds that help someone else. Keep doing what you are guided to do…wounded and all. Just don’t give up on you because sometimes you may be your only cheerleader and knowing all it takes is one makes all the difference in the world.

I am finding that the key to all of this…the key to life is healing deep within your core and then and only then can you really rewrite your story with vigor and passion. Aside from that, you’re just throwing ideas in the wind hoping something will blow in the right direction and sometimes, it will land and stick for awhile but a heavy gust will come and toss everything back in the air leaving you chasing dreams in the wind.

Slow down. Listen to your body. Heed your intuition. Read the writing on the wall and do what your Spirit is guiding you to do (not your mother, father, grandmother, society, or tradition) but what YOUR VERY SPIRIT is telling you is necessary for you to live YOUR best life while helping others along the way. Sometimes that may mean loving some from a distance or cutting some off altogether. YOU hold the pen writing this story and nothing else matters but your Soul, your story and those whose lives are changed for the better because YOU LIVE.

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