Voices of the Unspoken: The Extraordinary Event of Knowing

Voices of the Unspoken: The Extraordinary Event of Knowing:  I was in elementary school when my grandmother began to pray over my pencils. But, only when a test was taken and every time I would pass t...

The Extraordinary Event of Knowing

 I was in elementary school when my grandmother began to pray over my pencils. But, only when a test was taken and every time I would pass that test. Even, when  I did not study for that test.
 My grandmother was teaching me 3 lessons. The first and greatest lesson was the power of faith. I believed that my grandmother's prayers were heard by the creator. The second lesson was the power of prayer. I believed that my grandmother was a prayer warrior. The third lesson taught was the power of "knowing."  She was teaching me to know. I was blessed by the creator.
 The " pneuma " began teaching me things that were to come. After,  my brother passed. I remember   having a sense "knowing". That the Great Tribulation would forever be a part of my ideals and thinking
 If,  I was asked, "What is the meaning of my existence?"  I would answer, "I am waiting upon the new earth and new heavens."  I am doing this asking the creator. What is needed from me today.
 The extraordinary event of knowing is certain and unmovable. But, is a lonely existence. My friend has gone to be with the creator.
 So, I am very lonely. Is there a soul out there to comfort me?  Does anyone dare to let me in their world and share the extraordinary event of knowing. Remember: We are the voices of the unspoken

The Extraordinary Event of Our Quest

   I am perplexed, but not surprised. Witnessing the awesome and tragic extraordinary events. That are occurring in America and countries around the world. 

  These events are indicators of what is to come. I am sure that judgment has come upon all. Americans hold on tight, because we are paying for the sins of our forefathers. 

 We are now paying for the countless atrocities upon people of color. The deep seed of racism has not only affected our black, brown, yellow, and red Americans. That seed of racism has sprung across oceans. 

  I am an American. But, my home is where the "pneuma" dwells. I was asleep at birth. Waking to the voice of the doctor shouting, "Blessed child". As he held me high above his head. 

 He blessed a child that would suffer as a "biracial" American. A child that would not be accepted by neither race.  I have used this blessing of being white and black. 

 Understanding, the words that my mother said to me. Kimmy, you have the best of both worlds running through your veins. I have never chosen which race to call my own. So, I can tell the people of America and the world. 

 Yes, the races are not the same. But, both races have the generational curse of racism.  Our quest will be one of exploring and discovering. How racism has affected all human being.  In, which I will use the blessing of seeing "no color" and "no nationality".