Our salts all ready to sprinkle.

Our salts all ready to sprinkle. So sprinkle that shit everywhere! Here. Instagram. At the store in line. Tell folks the truth and don’t hold any back. Be honest and kind for they know not what was and is done. They are blind and our truth will make them see. Be strong. Brave.

Each and everyone of us walks with the Divine. It’s we the army of the Trojan horse called Adoption that have outgrown the horse and are coming out of our darkness to speak what we, the silenced slaves witnessed from within such a war horse. It’s pure. Our@children within are armed with the cure. Truth.

Let’s just accept. That this is that far reaching to all generations! And keep working to change the truth to what we can clearly see and is within range to shoot for now that we all are grown. Let us not let ourselves down by just backing down. There’s no more room to stay within the horse. It’s time for war on the minds. And truth is the weapon. We war and wrestle not with flesh and blood. But with the mind to place our perfect truth to fix the glitch that has made them blind. The swords of truth we have held so long watch all this madness are sharp from experiences that cut away at us. We have evolved. It’s they that must do so now.

We are organic mammals!! With instinct in our dna codes from the beginning! Like hello? Dna is like a phone line to anyone within that can assist us to stay with our damn unit! We’ve waited for this day! To right the left! We’ve learn the lesson and now must teach. Truth. Facts. To make the blinded see! We are the living clay with swords of truth to cut so precisely at the mental blocks that keep frills from seeing what we have seen and see and feel? We are surgeons of the mind.

It’s time for us to take charge of this good ship lollipops! Lord have mercy folks up in this here are twackadoobled out! I don’t know if your were I am? But my Mama is always my Mama. Truth. Fact. Genetically coded to be!! And is! I’m an organic computer that folks can not reprogram. We all are divinely made. I’ve learned. Yes. But the basics always must remain. Mother boards are a basic need folks or no damn computer!! Hello!

I feel we are grown. Mature. We’ve had to many be the adults, with delusional said adults playing roles not cast for them. Screwing up the lines? Because ours are written on the damn hearts our Mamas and God made! Lord gets me going. Makes my blood boil and steam come out my ears! And I don’t thinks it’s just me. I feel connected to us all and especially mandated orphans of the courts. Cuz that’s where our records are folks. Sign into court mandated custody of another. Taken from our ‘mother units at a crucial age. Forced to grow up fast. Our Mothers lies too. A spell cast on them. Lies that we would be ok. We did not know a thing and would have no memories of the womb. Fuck you!! I remember!! Just get me and my Mama together! Damn it! Not even anyone denies it!

Mama Jean ain’t got shit to do with that. No offense. That’s all God and DNA. I was 30 when we met. Full grown woman. No Mama in site until then. And I got my spatial recognition once again. Bingo!! Click click click. Winner winner chicken dinner. Walking talking as I breath! Mama. My love. My hearts beat. My world beyond worlds. My mentor in dark times. My confidant. Because god is in her. And I spoke to God and called God Mama. As a child I overcame. I held onto Mama like proverbs says!! Around the neck! Wrap her there!!

Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.

They are a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck

New Living Translation
What you learn from them will crown you with grace and be a chain of honor around your neck.

I wear my love for my Mama around my neck with pride. I look like my parents both and act a lot like my Mamas wild side. And her tame side. She’s my rock for god sake. After all has been said and done. She’s my queen. Always. I am unable to turn away from my own flesh and blood though she beat me dead. That’s how strong it is. I am the spirit of Issac after the goat was sacrificed. And I live. My Mama gave me to god and god brought me back to her.

I learned from my parents a hard lesson. And I am gonna teach you. Mamas matter. Ain’t no way around it. So let form a world around that and watch it grow! Stronger and stronger. Let’s not try to rip the chain on my neck off anymore. You can’t. It’s within me, it’s called DNA

Matthew 10:34

“Do not think that I came to bring peace on the earth; I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.

  • We wrestle with the mind. That’s where the battle always begins. Truth sets us free. Words have power. Love is all. I use my words wisely and guided by God. Cutting away what’s no longer right to expose room for what is.

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