The Bleeding Heart Finally Caught My Attention

Ephesians 6:12 New International Version (NIV)

12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

I often wish  I could go back to the day when I sold myself the lie that caused me to hate the sound of my voice, despise my tested integrity and reject the opportunities to love whenever I  passed my reflections. I really do. I try so hard to get around my hindrances but, there is always this one question that seems to linger when no one else is around. How can I began to fix what could never be broken in the first place? If you are willing to unlock the secrets to your own heart know that the unlocking comes with a price. The price I had to pay began with the need to tend to my bleeding heart. Happiness is often something we are told we cannot search for. I’ve discovered a different path to that answer. Happiness is something we can search for but, it can only be found from within. In my truth, the heart bursts with forces that can serve or harm our individual universe. My heart was bleeding and the rhythm of its bleeding has caught my full attention.

In my world external judgment was designed by way of the art of show and tell. People are defined by their appearance, we then connect the way they appear to a particular nostalgia and then we place each appearance into a category just so we can accept or reject a person, place, and/or thing. If I am wearing clothing that appears to be dirty then much of the time I will be viewed as homeless or financially inept. I hadn’t realized that I had stepped into the pit of sharp glass of  this reality until I recalled the first “ism” in my life; the first time I began to build the bridge away from self-love and acceptance. Show and Tell taught me that I should, in this order: hate my color, hate my mind, hate my race, hate my image, and hate the audio vibrations that I’ve created in this world. The most heart breaking out of these, I  learned to hate my differences. This incorrect information caused my heart to bleed for ages in a valley where other people got lost with me.  Set free and able to move forward, I now see my world clearer. The ideas in which I’ve collected in my past were just floating words that got caught up in my imagination and as I patch up an already complete heart I am beginning to see the soul of my perfection.

My future looks brighter because it is I who designs the information for my acceptance. The heart is a substance we should never learn to  ignore. The issue with my heart has been resolved and now I am able and willing to see the completion of my hopes and dreams in this life. My heart no longer bleeds for I have allowed healing to take its place. Prepare yourself for the adventure of happiness as you dive deeper into the caves within the ego. If you resonate with me, like and comment below. Follow me on my happiness journey and share with the attached links.

A river flows by the forces behind it, the things we cannot see. Like a river, there are similar forces at work behind the human heart and what a careless tragedy it is when we don’t take the time to tend to our forces?

Miya

My Identity

Jeremiah 1:5 New International Version (NIV)

“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

Sailing to the Beat of My Joy

Birds, I’ve always adored the sound of their morning song. Their high-pitched chirps have an air about them that makes me think of morning dew dissipating from the warmth of the sun as it greets the world over the northern skies. Organisms rising because the star that is teeming with life grants them with the gift of a new day. This is a covenant ordained by God which promises that His works in us are not complete. A new day should be cultivated mentally when the light of day hits our eyes but, from where I stand this concept was not always comprehensible for me. A new day for me used to mean that the narrative of my yesterday had full authority over my present. What this did was repeat the cycle of abuse over and over like a broken record, hindering the future I hoped for. I have traveled through dark and dry places of my own devices. I once lived in a fantasy world where I was the victim of a well thought out conspiracy which existed before my time.  This conspiracy was the narrative of the boat I was sailing on which always promised impending doom was always lurking.

The devil wants us to believe that God doesn’t love us and that we are not worthy of God’s unconditional forgiveness. Now that those lies are all said and done I rejoice because God has given me beauty for ashes. In my journey I’ve learned compassion, forgiveness, unwavering love, and the gift of finding joy through any storm. I’ve also learned about accountability, confidence and one of the best for me; my power. God grants us the gift of creating our narrative through faith. I’ve been able to see for myself the multitude of reflections from within that argued against this concept: Life and Death lie in the power of the tongue. We take for granted the words we say out of our mouths. For several weeks I have been meditating on what I am accountable for. It isn’t so complicated but, when you have practiced carelessness in your dialogs it tends to wash over the functionality of your brain. My brain imbedded the message of discontentment. As a result, my speech designated my walk and this realization is where the blessings began for me.

I‘ve reached a pivotal moment on the tightrope of my former self. I was so afraid to let go and that fear formerly held back the person writing this Blog today.

Ephesians 4:22-24 New International Version (NIV)

22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

There is beauty in every journey. I affirm that the best parts of my journey are linked to a promise. I see what God has promised and I no longer attempt to raise the dead. There is no afterthought or hindrance for I only acknowledge that Gods words are true and just. The full armor of God shields us from what we declare we are not worthy of through the devises of the devil. Understand that we are always under spiritual attack and let this knowledge grants you with the ability to see the premise of a responsibility bestowed upon you that you are to move mountains by the power of your faith. Love yourself unconditionally in the process of taking control of your narrative. Remember that we all must breakthrough conditional confirmations that have been collected by memories of our past. Who you are is the evidence of where we’ve been but, it doesn’t have to be where you are going. Remember that the people you connect with validates your current identity. If you don’t like what you see change the script inside of you and set the sails towards your purpose.

Thank you for reading my blog entry today. The other night I had a dream regarding a promise. A woman came to me on my birthday singing a tune I did not recognize. In the dream my house was filled with my family and friends. When the girl walked through my front door singing a happy birthday refrain of her own that was made only for me I became frightened. The fear I felt matched the vibrations of what I’ve felt consciously when the Spirit of God is present in my thoughts, words and actions. I thought I was going to die. She was dressed in a pure white dress and her eyes were bold resembling a deep glistening blue ocean. I was beginning to fear that my life was drawing towards a close but, the girl walked up to me and presented three gifts before me and that’s when she began to speak in terms I could comprehend.  She said to me that the battle has been won and the time has come for me to receive the positive fruits of what I have endured. My blessings are uniquely tailored for me. There is so much I had to experience in order to connect with what was true. I am grateful for the dust but, that dust serves only one purpose and that is to illustrate for me that I am a survivor and I am a new person who believes in the power of the Holy Spirit.

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The future is determined by the words we broadcast; the words that become our narrative

Miya

Mind Transformation

Romans 12:2 New International Version (NIV)

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

When I was a child I can remember being asked what came first the chicken or the egg. I can recall considering the chicken came first because the chicken was the evidence of everything you could see. I can remember thinking that this was an unnecessary question. Chickens lay eggs so, in my opinion I believed that what I did see was the paramount observation of truth. It was the most logical explanation. I’ve discovered for myself that the chicken and the egg question is a matter of faith. Now that I am an adult I believe the egg was the product of thought. That thought transpired into words and those words transformed into substance. Why is it so hard to remain consistent in the walk of faith? Was a question I once inquired from within much of the time when I failed to meet my own expectations. What I didn’t realize I was doing, I was affirming my faithlessness because everything I saw or experienced was validated by an inner feeling, or an auto-suggestion. Words are transformative. In an instant what we say produces the evidence which confirms our preexisting beliefs. We all have the power to mold our minds in new ways we may have never thought were possible.

I love this biblical text. Its premise of life-giving words instruct us to live life outside of conformity and allows us to see that life begins in the mind. Nothing external can ever give life indefinitely. As I mentioned everything external is the evidence of what we affirmed with faith. I once believed that faith was attached to all things good and this is far from the truth. Maybe I missed a lesson or two when I attended Catholic school on the subject of faith. According to Dictionary.com faith is the confidence or trust in a person or thing: Faith in another’s ability. Faith is the tangible thing that our spirits execute, but the predecessor of faith is executed by the conscious mind for it defines what we believe as good or bad and mystically we are able to validate what is true or false. The beauty of thought is that we all have the ability to decide which life we want. I once lived circumstantially if I am being honest with myself the breakthrough has allowed me to prevail. The way I finalize negative patterns I know that my conditioning must be tamed. I once allowed external forces to decide how I felt and what I thought. When the implementation of my reactions lead to something good I compartmentalized my reactions. I gave myself instructions on how I should feel when someone treated me poorly, for example.

The majority of my life I instructed myself to harness in the power of the experience of hard times. I lived the life of a victim. In my spiritual walk and in every word I cast vocally I played out the messages for people to feel bad for me, pity me, desert me, and treat me as if I had no value. In all I receive I see my reflection. I added these words to my daily affirmations for it reminds me where I am and the choice I have to either continue as I see my reflection or actively make a change. I long to be sublimely happy while my predestined mindset conveys me to my purpose. Recently I was asked the question, “What would happiness look like for me?” I initially didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to smile but, didn’t think of what actually would make me happy. I had to dig deep and when I did I could see my independence. My story began to renovate instantaneously because now I can only see my accomplishments.

Happiness involves me looking out of my window at the San Francisco Bridge while I write my daily blogs to inspire those who are stifled with old, limited beliefs. I see my words effecting my readers in a positive way for I preach that we all have the power to change our circumstances and that we don’t have to allow circumstances to affect our being. I know from experience that it can be a challenge to accept this as truth. I habitually collected the details of failure and wanted to argue with the truth which is that I am perfect, complete and wonderfully made in the image of God. We were all born to purport a prosperous life. I heavily reserve my right to continuously report the message of the power we hold because from experience old beliefs challenge our intent. As quoted by Oprah during her Super Soul Conversations Podcast, “One of the most valuable gifts you can give yourself is time, taking time to be more fully present. Your journey to become more inspired and connected to the deeper world around us starts right now.” It is my wish that everyone receiving these words open up the floodgates of time. Time that we have the authority to give ourselves. So, dear brothers and sisters make a commitment to renew your mind with life.

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Let the Transformation Begin Today!

Miya

How the War was Won

2 Chronicles 20:17 New International Version (NIV)

17 You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you, Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the Lord will be with you.’”

Dead things ripped their way throughout the Kingdom of Miyatropolis killing what little light that did remain after the war was nearing an end. The darkness that was once promised to perish throughout infinity never came. She was nearing her end of her child-bearing years and for this she had succumb to the dark ruler and key holder of false illumination. She shrugged tremendously and decided that those promises that were presented by the image of a tiny seed whose light was delightfully bright, seemed to have no magic in it at all. Darkness has a powerful mindset and that is to win. This is my battle, this is my song, and this is the story of how I conquered the evil that lingers inside of us all.

Though we can’t see it we are at war with ourselves. We attack our character and like watching a television program our lives play out right before us… right before me. Sight, touch, sound, and taste are what connects us to what we can see. What we can’t see is always challenged. I once believed we were designed to live with brokenness. I once felt that what I went through had to determine my level of financial success. The pain, the upsets, the low self-esteem that I’ve collected from my past played out before me and my daily intent became past life experiences. I have paid my dues in this spiritual war. Those scars burn deep inside of me and it wasn’t until I turned it around into a story that I was able to see the victory.

Back inside the Kingdom of Miyatropolis the young heart was aging. The dark creatures that lurked through the caverns had begun to settle down. Myta, the Dark Ruler had won in his eyes so, he went off to plan for the final takeover. Just another victory for the agents of transgression. There were only shreds left of the Kingdom that remained and then something brilliant arose. The seed began to attach itself to the walls like a liquid and then it began digging its way deep into the foundations of Miyatropolis so deep that its vines began to rapidly restore a near hopeless dominion. The Dark Ruler devised a plan in secret and the key target was to destroy the seed so that the heart of the Kingdom would never know what it was capable of which is, limitations don’t exist because the battle is already won. The seed uprooted into a powerful figure. His eyes were filled with glorious light more brilliant than anyone could ever comprehend. This light brought life and banished the devices of the Dark Ruler. In the end when the Evil Ruler, Myta, had succumb to this loving power he was forgiven. The powerful Lord spoke unto the Kingdom and out of his mouth all was restored. Myta had asked why he was pardoned and what this Lord of Lords name was. The Lord looked up with a blazing glare and declared, “You were saved because you will continue to help build strength in the Kingdom my Father has prepared. Because of your hatred you will never know me and your citizenship will never be welcomed in Miyatropolis.”    Hope and life were restored to the Kingdom. Though there were many battles after this one, the permeated faith of Miyatropolis majestically transformed every challenge into an instant victory.

Now that I’ve had time to meditate on the war inside I affirm that my beliefs are a subconscious experience which manifests immediately. This short story allowed me to sum up the inner turmoil that I once gave permission to control my destiny in a negative way. Ultimately we do control our destiny. Some people run from financial success due to their fear of turning into a narcissistic monster. I was once in that category with some people. I can courageously fill my life with purpose and some things that I used to view as demeaning like being financially prosperous, is now attached to my abundance. My history has become my shiny tools that I proudly wear as a victory, not a defeat. We truly are more than conquerors and I think this so because I’ve gone through a mighty battle and I’ve graciously lived to tell my tale of triumph. I’m living and pushing everyday creating the best life experience with each breath that I take. Who I was yesterday does not define who I am today. Who I was yesterday defines what I’ve conquered. Who I am tomorrow is designed today. The joke to me in this logic is that I’ve been doing this since my conscious level of awareness.

Thank you for visiting my blog today. As you inhale and exhale be careful to count your blessings by realizing your every breath is faith in action. Follow the Happy Nappy Project, like this post, leave a comment and share with the links below.

Be Authentically you!

Miya

Meditations on Who I Serve

 

 

Matthew 6:24 New International Version (NIV)

24 “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.

On the surface I displayed the internal war which remained dominate in my heart and mind. Externally those I aligned with I used to blame for mistreating me. In truth however, it was me who was the orchestrator of my symphony. Over the weekend I did a lot of meditating with the intentions of seeing how I played the role at self-sabotaging my life. When I began to feel great discomfort in my heart I gave it a name and called it fear. I questioned myself by saying, “What am I so afraid of?” The laundry list of what and or who I was afraid of began piling up. I had come to the conclusion that there have been many times where I gave negative information power and that power ingrained in my belief system. I gave power to emotions that carried the spirit of depression and low self-esteem. I have come to a prevailing revelation, one I’ve danced with before; I create my ultimate reality. There seems to be two sides in which we have the power and authority to choose, life or death.

I affirm that we all battle with different spirits. We live in a society where the dominate reality implements subtle concepts which downloads tons of information for the human brain to consider. However, it is our perception which governs our dominate reality. This is a truth which was very hard for me to digest because I was so used to every cause ruling my every effect. I am the first to hold myself accountable for my diverse views because how I view my outer reality tells me everything I need to know about myself. The great news about knowing who you are is that we have the power to change how we think and how we feel by surveying life-giving or life-taking words before they plunder out of our mouths.

Philippians  4:8 New International Version (NIV)

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

We are currently in the season of giving. The spirit of Christmas brings forth joy and peace. Christ gave his life and around this time we are able to experience the gift of peace which passes all understanding. When we give gifts to one another there is an exchange of love, gratitude and humility. My personal gift to give this season is displayed through my actions when I share what I what strikes my passion and that is the determination that we can find joy through all of life’s ups and downs.  There is a great connection to freedom when we know that we have the authority to change our lives from within. Follow the Happy Nappy Project, like this post, comment and share with the links below.

Walk steadily with your head held high using faith as your guide

Miya