Archive | February 2016

#NiggerLivesMatter

On the 9th day of what is recognized as Black History Month, #BlackLivesMatter (BLM) Activist MarShawn McCarrel kills himself on the steps of the Ohio Statehouse. This was one of the first headlines that scrolled in my news feed on this day.

For me, this kind of news supports my advocacy in that we all should unequivocally know who we truly are.  My initial thought, after I wept, was that if this young man knew who he was, he would have been able to utilize the power available to him, given to him, the real him, to combat the evil that was pronounced upon his life from centuries and bloodlines ago.  But, not very many are imparting this truth and that is: WE ARE NOT BLACK PEOPLE!

When people mention Black History, some ignorantly BElieve that they are talking about African History.  Black History and African History are not the same thing.  Black History is, in fact, American Slave History.  Accordingly, there is a reason that I do not subscribe to BEing or accept BEing called black.  Even though it is part of America’s History, it is not who I AM.

In its contextual expression, as in referring to people, black is demonic.  Yet, so many continue to define and identify WHO they are, as a race of people, by this choice word.  A word that is used to degrade, and was bestowed upon people by an oppressor; a task master.

A hundred score and one, meaning a lot of, individuals have BEcome WHO the oppressor have said that they were.  Black.  A nigger.  How did they BEcome that?  I’ll tell you how.  By accepting AND campaigning for rights to BE black, to BE that nigger.  And, by identifying themselves as WHO the oppressor said they were…black…a nigger.  

Thus, many continue to BE treated as if they are WHO the task master said they were, because they are still acting like who the oppressor said they were and they are still advocating to BE the same.  They have BEcome a unified three strand cord with the name, the nature, the personality, and the behavior that the tormentor has given, taught, and engraved in them.

All the ages of protesting, rallying, and boycotting (even though the dial moves a little bit) will continue another 100 years for equality.  Why?  All in an effort to attempt to BE something that we, as a people, were never created to BE.  However, and yet, many accept what they have said we are and those same many continue to build up on it to make it work on their behalf.  How will you win a battle against the enemy that you, in the same breath, embrace as a truth?  I can’t win a battle against cancer and then advocate to BE cancerous?  SELAH!

DEFINE BLACK:  very dark color; very dark BEcause there is no light; dirty, soiled; thoroughly sinister or evil; very sad, gloomy, or calamitous; RELATING to a race of people who have dark skin and who come originally from Africa.

DEFINE NIGGER:  a black person; a member of a socially disadvantage class of people; a member of any dark-skinned race.

Who gave people these names I’ve just defined?  It’s no mystery that man, a people of European traders, branded citizens from African into American slavery as black and nigger.  We were not called these names until the slave traders and task masters defined us as what these names represents.  And then, our ancestors of old laid hold to those names and the substance that came with it.  Thus, we took it up on ourselves to carry on the language of a man, calling us a name that degrades.

In its contextual use, as it relates to people, black is, and means the same thing as, nigger. SELAH. So, people are literally walking around, parading, exercising die-ins, rallying in the highways, holding up traffic, saying, #NiggerLivesMatter!  They hate the word nigger, but are carelessly saying #NiggerLivesMatter.  If someone else calls them a nigger, they scream injustice and racism.  However, they will call themselves black and scream power and equality…we want fair treatment…we deserve…we have rights.  When will they wake up to the fact that they are fighting against themselves and their own agenda to BE free?

When when they realize that freedom will come when they are transformed in their minds and their language.  Sadly, but true, so many have BEcome their own segregated person, because they fail to honor a simple truth in that #AllLivesMatter.  Who’s advocating for ALL of us?  SELAH!

Words?  Why do they hate the “N” word (as they call it now), but they are constantly defining themselves as a nigger by continuously subscribing to BEing black?  Words are everything!  Every word has great value to it.  Especially when you take time and years to BEcome that word.  As a matter of fact, as I BElieve, the entire concept of this world and its inhabitants were created with words.  

Now, so many of us in this age are continuously advocating for equality to BE known as black.  In essence, and by definition, we are fighting for egalitarianism to BE evil, very sad, gloomy, or calamitous; dirty soiled; to BE a member of a socially disadvantage class of people.  THAT is not who we are!  WHY do we campaign to BE this, by the mere word itself?

Who are you?

I am a respectful citizen, who abides by what is honorable.  I am a daughter, a mother, an aunt, and a cousin.  I am a virtuous woman who dresses modestly and who speaks eloquently.  I am an educated lady, an effective communicator, an observer of the good and ill behavior of others.  I am compassion.  SELAH!  I am Pure Divine Love.  I am a business owner, a child and family and healthy marriage advocate.  I am  a singer, a writer, and an author.  I am a prophet, by name Nataph.  SELAH!  I am from the royal Biblical lineage of the Hebrew Israelites, specifically the tribe of Levi; I am of the Ibo people of Nigerian, I am a Native American of the Cherokee tribe, and I am European.  

I KNOW who I AM and I’m not black!

© 2016 Angela M. Smith

The WINDS Obey!

THIS morning when I rose, there was a tempest awaiting.  As I embraced myself, an impounded behavior and negative defeatist language tried to tempt me to curse the day. I immediately recognized its presence, resisted, and it fled!

WHILE experiencing forgive me my debts as I forgive my debtors, I understood that the Father is pleased that I owe no man anything accept Pure Divine Love.  In this zone of contentment, my son calls me from school to tell me about his blessing.  Based upon my victory – of resisting the enemy – I knew the LORD had already signed my day with his fingerprint.  My expectation was of Him and Him alone.

THEN, a friend shared a praise report about the good news bestowed upon his son and I had to get myself together, I tell you.  Gratefulness was living abundantly as I thought about how I “could have” allowed the first hour of the day temptation to breathe and consume my good.  I considered how I had an opportunity to nurture frustration and BE frustrated at the fact that a pass was intercepted.  ALLELUIA! I’ve “matured.”  

THINKING and thanking, the Holy Spirit begin to speak to me about from every direction I gift you.   Immediately, I thought about the compass rose or Rose of the Winds as it is also known.  I came to learn that there are 128 cardinal points of directions, all stemming from, and including, the 4 (world, creation) cardinal directions: N, S, E, and W.  Those additional 124 points are ‘perfect and complete’ in their individual function, and they are the two or three gathered together that work together to create escalated increase from ‘EVERY’ direction!  

SN:  Even a group of men, called disciples, marveled with the question of exclamation, “What manner of man is this that even the WINDS and sea obey Him!”  The WINDS (not wind) and sea obey Him!  Where did the WINDS come from, to BE as violent as they were on the sea?  

ILLUMINATED in my spirit, from this brief impartation, my faith is increased and measure and is firmly established.  I will to continuously walk by it and make unapologetic declarations and decrees into the atmosphere.  From EVERY direction, my prosperity shall come forth! It shall peacefully rest in my possession!

THE “WINDS” from EVERY direction shall obey the will of God for me.  The “WINDS” shall bring it thither and hither!  The 8 new and beginning principal “WINDS,” the 8 half “WINDS,” the 16 Pure Divine Love quarter “WINDS,” and the covenant “WINDS” shall obey and bring it to this place, here on earth.  I am persuaded that it cometh by the work of my faith.  So it is…

© 2016 Angela M. Smith

 
 

Increase My Capacity!

Increase my capacity!  Increase my capacity to receive!

In several moments of my life, and I’ve probably said it once or twice, I’ve heard that you have to ‘get’ rid of this (whatever this is) in order to receive.  Once more this morning, the Holy Spirit refreshed me again in that receiving is not gotten by ‘getting’ or “getting rid of.”  Rather, it is gotten by giving.  SELAH!  As this chant (Increase my capacity!  Increase my capacity to receive!) lived in my soul at daylight, I heard my spirit self, my true self, searching for ways to give so that my capacity to receive is increased.

These thoughts elicited an exaltation of thankfulness.  A gratefulness that I couldn’t utter with words.  Keenly, I heard the voice of the LORD riding and abiding (walking in the garden).  A humble praise welled up in me and erupted.  I!  I worship (respect and love) Elohim.  Him, Whom I BElieve in.  The sheer thought of “giving” resulted in a freedom in my soul, sown in tears of humility.

Many names scrolled across my face as I declared into the air, concerning them: “INCREASE THEIR CAPACITY TO RECEIVE!”

In essence, this means that they must give.  If we stop giving, we compress our capacity to receive.  Receiving and giving are flowing through the same veins.  If our blood stops flowing, it will begin to clot.  What was liquidly flowing, smooth and fluent, is now lumpy.  Something within has stopped giving, stopped circulating in our life, resulting in something within not receiving.

Don’t clot your capacity to receive!  SELAH!

You may ask, “Give what?”  And I say to you, give thanks, give a hug, give someone a meal, give them a job, give someone your undivided attention; give a compliment, give honor and respect, give compassion, give mercy and kindness, give cheerfully, give Pure Divine Love.  Give yourself!

It’s been said that a man (meaning a human) can’t make you happy.  That is an absolute untruth.  If that were true, a man can’t, on the same scope, make you sad or angry or mad.  The truth is, and I can guarantee you, that the moment a man “gives” cheerfully to you something you’ve desired, gives you a surprise, or gives you a gift that you didn’t expect you are happy!  We should always give what will bring happiness.

As I fortify myself to remain a giver, I encourage you:  LET us make daily decisions to give to everyone that we come in contact with.  This manner of giving increases our capacity to receive everything that we ask for.

© 2016 Angela M. Smith