Jeremiah 1:5 New International Version (NIV)
5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew[a] you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
For the first time ever in my life I spoke to myself in the past tense. On this very day where new ideas await to be born I saw me! With urgency I surveyed all of my blemishes and neatly wiped them away because they never truly existed in the first place. With kind and loving words I spoke into a dark mirror: “Why don’t you love me?” Perplexed by my own identity the only thing I knew with certainty; I was an expert at loving others with no condition but, to my dismay the love I held had been a one way ticket. I knew how to accept the rejected but, the shattered mirror looking back at me was never worth the effort to amend a conceited love. I could not collect the meaning behind my fellow man’s early dismissal of relationships that were only sacrilegious. I would have given my last breath to proudly say that I had a friend in someone who wasn’t me. No more! All the love that I have has been waiting for the evanescence of self-love to appear and say:
“I Love You!”
“You mean the world to me!”
“You are so dang cute!”
“You are infinite!”
“You are super smart and unique!”
“I am, I am, I am, my identity.”
The 1990’s r&b all girl group En Vogue sang in a beautiful song called, Part of Me, that rain was a simple thing, on their debut album Born To Sing. Rain droplets are the external particles of the millions of different cells that defines our identity as a whole and we are able to see the narrative which becomes our reality by watching the droplets fall just by looking out of our bedroom windows. The rain outside my window today was bleak and murky. But, why? Why was this my perception? Until recently I didn’t comprehend or even know that my perception was a projection of my genetic makeup. Evolution tells me that my level of happiness is determined by my parents and all of my ancestors. The beauty in this logic is that genetics can change by way of my intent. Meaning, what I do, who I am and who I am always becoming is cultivated by the words I say. Once again our lives are tied to the origins of life and death; the tongue.
The book of life has already been written by our hearts meditations. This information transforms me into my new self even further. I get chills when I think of what will come now that I’ve accepted the power we were all given. The heart is the lonely hunter, always waiting to be tamed by us. The resolution of identity happens when we interweave faith with our words. When this is done we begin to understand that our physical beings are masked cauldrons. We create past life recipes that we call the present and what deeply effects me is this: Many of us wake up and say we live for years and years and refuse to step out of the darkness and then we go to our graves never truly living. Not only today, but every day I accept my power because I know that the complexities I created made me wiser, stronger and more individualistic. Thank you for reading today! Follow me on my journey towards happiness, like this post, comment and share with the links below.
So, to conclude what I’ve learned about the nature of my power is this: When I looked into my rear view mirror I replied, no longer with a kiss, “Yes I will love you with every fiber of the greatest parts of me.”
Miya
The Happy Nappy Project 