I would like to talk about the power of holding on.

Everyone wants to just let go.

Ok. When I was young I was taught to hold onto a hand for safety.

I believe we all were.

Hold onto your Mamas or some person who walking down and across the street.

We look both ways. Hold hands as children going down to the park to eat from school?

We hold onto the chains of a swing to kick and go higher. Or fall is we don’t and break our butt bone and must retire.

We hold onto a fork to get food. Not letting go do we get to eat? No we shove the fork in and take it. The food off the end. And receive pleasure for holding onto that fork and stabbing until our belly are filled. Right?

We hold onto a door knob and turn it to go in.

We hold onto the rail as we climb the stairs.

What would happen if circus trapeze artistes let go of the robes? Well we don’t want to let go and go there now do we? It’s gets quite messy.

We hold onto the wheel folks keep telling me to give to Jesus who basically guiding me. Teaching me how to navigate this crazy world.

We hold onto the Bible as we walk to the church. If I let go I would drop it. And I would walk on without god’s words to guide me.

So tell me why I should let go of my Mama?

Yeah. I thought so. Shut that pie hole. Sit down. Be humble let me tell you about love honey. Like no other. For My Mother.

We are taught to hold onto our seats as they preach. Hold onto the basket as we throw money into it. 10% if your modest. Way more if you need Jesus to help you. Cuz we all know where the treasure get stored within in heaven. And god see the hearts and not all the leaven.

We are told to hold onto virginity. So a boy, man, woman, can take it? Rapest.

We are taught to hold on to our wallets and yet to give them up? Which one is it? Maybe both that’s the issue we all have gone by polar.

This world does have two ends which would mean the place is bypolar. So what’s the point to hold on to one and deny the others? Oh brothers. It’s about swinging.

How can we learn about what’s in the darkness of the church teaches us to fear it. Blind as a bat they are holding us back for lack of expansion. Evolution is real. Do we stay the same? No.

We can better or less than. Go forwards or you’ve been held back by what? Old ideas. Yesterday’s news we rehearse and perpetuate into tomorrow. That’s what.

The mind is were the words are that help us create our story.

Hold onto love. And let the shit fly. Spread it around you and mix it with the earth of you. And grow mother trucker grow!

Hold onto love. And get used to change. Change everyday. What you hold onto. Like a dance with many partners. Life is filled with lesson to learn of letting go and holding on.

Let’s not get so let go oriented that we fails to

Hold onto what matters. Mother is primal. Hold onto that woman. And don’t ever let go.

She will stand the test of your time eating in line. When she finally lets go and holds onto your hand it’s finally. You both have won in the end. And the end is just a new beginning. With that kind of love.

  • Don’t even tell me my Mama don’t need that kind of love to hold onto? Go on. You crazy not me. Lol. Lordy Lordy. I’m just praying her hands off yesterday’s business to give her today!!
  • Yeah. She saw me Coming. And I made her enjoy it. Held her hand as we both faced it. Her horror so long coming. Like a scream so silent yet I could receive it. And chose to bring the healing to her. For her to hold onto me. Her daughter I be.
  • Go on let go and lose it. Or hold on and rise again with love and your Mamas hand to hold. In my minds eye. I Walsh held Mamas hand. Talked to her daily in my private space within.
  • Calmed her when folks said horrible things and set them straight by the end of the day. I’ve got plenty of time to stand up for Mama. Go on try me. You ain’t gonna like it. I’m just saying?
  • Can’t say I don’t warn all of ya. This day was coming.
  • my weapon of choice is love and truth is my sword. Really does a nice job and no one gets hurt except for ignorance that just kind of kept growing for lack of a word.

    Galatians 5:22-23 New International Version (NIV)

    22 But the fruit<sup class=”crossreference” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-29185A” data-link=”(A)” style=”font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top”> of the Spirit is love,<sup class=”crossreference” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-29185B” data-link=”(B)” style=”font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top”> joy, peace,<sup class=”crossreference” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-29185C” data-link=”(C)” style=”font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top”>forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,23 gentleness and self-control.<sup class=”crossreference” data-cr=”#cen-NIV-29186D” data-link=”(D)” style=”font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; vertical-align: top”> Against such things there is no law.

    Fruit a plenty for Mama to eat. The fruits of her young flesh all educated from her so that her reward could fruit and she could eat of her hard laboring and praying for truth to come home to her mind first.

    Do you know how hard it is to be patient for Mama to wake? Poking and tugging. Speaking to her mind to come back from her slumber. My Mama checked out. People. Trauma?

    Man. You all just thought she so strong didn’t you? No. She was petrified. From the shock to her system? Goodness man. Don’t you even notice? I do. When I’m with her. And the wind of me hit her face and she begins a gleaming. So precious to see Mama wake up to her special breakfast. Made by me? I’ve kissed her. I am her true lover.

    Only loves true kiss could wake Mama from her own spell to save her for me? Don’t you even see it? Shock. Petrified. Scared. Frantic. All jammed down inside her. She moves. It’s an act. She’s not felt love like this in years and she been starving for it. Her egos gone now. It’s was only protecting her. That’s what egos do until her not prince but princess came home to kiss her. I guess her prince is in me? So. He kissed her too through me.

    I do feel lead like a procession. I believe Mama would love that. A train a mile long. Horse. Food. Juggling. Celebrations. As her princesses procession makes it way to her door for the last time. No more away or letting go.

    No. We held on. So go. Let go if you wish. I held on. And I’m getting this.

    • Pay attentions to this lesson.
    • Holding on will save you
    • When who you hold onto is your Mother

    this is my grand entrance and proclamation as I announce my true avatar was my Mama. Sure there are other that pale against mother.

    My Mama was not an easy pill for Mama Jean to take. But I chopped it up real fine and gave her to her anyway. She’d never seen a child so loyal to her Mama like me. And that was her lesson.


    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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