When we lean not unto our own understanding

We allow God to lead us where no man has ever gone before in our human form.

Your story is your story? It’s a book. And God has read all the pages. Even the ones we thought we tore out. Let’s us just own the shit with the groceries. Like we would have one without the other? And let us remember, shits got a use? In a garden. Let us plant the shit of our lives into the garden and watch it grow.

Throw that shit out. If someone standing in the way? They wanted that shit? It’s there? If it wasn’t ? They would not be standing there taking it!? Ok? Throw it out! Watch Hod take a shorty truth and make it grow? Go on? Test it? I did? Now you need to? You can’t just love on stories? We got to live and act out? Watcher comes? Your lines are already in you? But you can change the story line? Like I just did?

So try it? Test for peace? Can you believe for it? Will you face your persevered demons? It’s like walking down a dark hall? Or a house of horror? But in life we struggle to maintain? Like reality is subjective? Fact? Fact. Some people are working out some shit? Alone? And on the street or a fine home? In a career they wanted and yet now are a prisoner too? Everyone’s working on shit? What do I do? Spit it out? If it tasted bad? Tell the universe no. Not that? More of this please? We are driving this planet too! But we all need to grow up and know that begins in all of our minds collectively? Hello?

Listen. This is my graduation ceremony here with spirit. Ok? I came to do this and be this. And you all need to fricking sit up. My Mama prayed very hard for this day even thought she did not see it like? She forgot her drama queen within? That’s ok? She’s see it now? She sees. And it’s beautiful. She’s elegant.

And you all need to get that shit straight. Ok? My mamas beautiful and elegant. Let’s say it together class? Yeah. I like it. Let’s keep it going. Your Mama is beautiful and perfect. Yes. Say it out loud. Cry if you have too. Write it on your mirror back to you. Say it. Because if you believe your Mamas beautiful? Then you are beautiful. No matter that folks don’t get you? Fuck um? They don’t get themselves? Many people don’t? Yet?

But I just figure we all are seeing each other differently as the planets eclipse. And our minds eclipse into a new story line? Wow!! So yes. I’m crazy enough to tell you all what I saw and now see? I deleted it. Cleaned the slate to be ready to receive. Be sued the dogs are barking. And our bridegroom cometh. Jesus is always coming towards us. Our fears are the dogs we must educate and train to alert, but not attack our lover. Our lamp is the hope of our dreams. The fuel is our faith in the word, the code ingrafted within us that guides us on our journeys.

It’s is a setting it and forget it code. Load it in and watch it go. It’s a foundational teaching channeled in code that we must learn and rightly divide, and know and maintain it in love. What is love? I’ll talk about that later. We all need to know and recognize love and our deceptions? Or limited understandings? That we all came to transcend and transmute? Meaning? We do have learned behaviors and instinct? Many are given to us through DNA and are someone worse missed mark, and arrow we step on or walk into that needs to be seen and shot again. Make sense? A mistake can be taken again?

Love is the target. Speak what is so what truly is in love can process you. Learn the codes and connected them to the signs sent my a loving universe to us the student of this life. So we all can be Jesus? Why not? What did he do? Let’s do that? Follow the leaders? All of them and ascend! Go higher in your mind and in life and watch this planet go higher! It’s a win win. Love always wins.

That’s Me and Mama like Owls we lean of intuition, which is God, we pray and pay attention to the signs and songs to lead us to? Peace and love. We made it Mama. Loves all I’ve got for ya!! Just say the word? I’ll be there. I’ll be there. Whenever you my name, I’ll be there. Cuz I was sent by god? Xoxox


I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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