People gonna say that God can’t or wouldn’t talk through a stripper labeled child of his who gave all? She had to give to her king and queen? Please? Go fish.
God spoke through a donkey? And helped men into a city through a prostitute? Don’t tell me what you know about god? Let me tell you what y’all missed by miles and miles and way more then just 40 years of wandering around in your minds?
Who’s making babies? God. Does god need a man? Or a woman? No. But that’s how it’s done. God don’t need a man to get Mary pregnant, but you do for some reason. that’s don’t make sense? People say the bible is true? Yet folks keep thinking babies come from sperm? Any one entertain the idea that the woman’s body decides? That it’s programmed when to conceive and with what sperm? If a breast can adjust its milk to suits its child’s need then? It seems very likely that her body procreated with the best candidate and multiplies her cells outside her. Seems very likely to me.
I’ve not been indoctrinated. I’ve studied the indoctrination. I’ve chosen to practice beliefs and then transcend them to better beliefs as I’ve learned along my life’s way. I showed you the work my mind has done and does as I climb my own DNA stands, and transcend my ancestors as ordered by them to do. As ordered by the nature of the growth of this machine I live in called a body. If saying it like that upset you you have not studied enough to get it. Keep going.
Adoption tried to indoctrinate me. It’s was fail as it was a fail at the beginning. I adapted. Adapting looks different for everyone. My family adapted and a callous appearing as a scare cover our family wound, I pierced it and caused us all to bleed it out. Ripped the scab that looked like a scare off the threw it at the world. Nasty. Infested due to its own loss of ability to protect us anymore. I exposed ya to fresh air. And it felt soooooo scary and naked and vulnerable. I’ve been studying a long time.
I grabbed a knife. It was more like a chainsaw in the beginning. Then a weed wacker, then nippers. And kept going. Carving all that was truth with my truth, away. Evidently my truth trumped Mama truth and caused her to shut up and shut down. She chose to shut up and sit down. Not cuz I literally pushed her. My truth compelled her to silence. My vibration won over her vibration and took over. A family unto us a unit of measure. Adding me back in caused a reaction. I’m telling what I see and saw as I just typed on my phone.
Shake a bush? Yes. I shook myself. I had everyone jumping to my beat thinking creepy crawlers were on me? Are they on you? What’s real? Trigger trigger trigger. Bigger then me? Hell know. Shoot. You ain’t shooting folks. You shooting down ideas. Did that work for MLK? What’s fine even do? Power without realizing we all pay? For loss of life.