The Sign of the Turtle

Here sat this little boy digging and making holes with his hands and stepping in the holes with his bare feet after…
He looks over in the far part of the yard, which is right past the border of grass his Grandma doesn’t want him to play in cause it is out of view from the window Grandma sits near in her rocking chair, drinking her morning coffee.
As he’s looking, all of a sudden a rabbit shoots out and back into the wild herbs and berries that extend past the border of grass and go up as far as the line of trees That make up the edge of the forest!
Our little friend gets all excited and quickly drops to the ground to crawl over all Ninja like! Once he broke thru the opaque herbs and berries covering the dirt floor he saw the rabbit’s tail and tries reaching for him, “just as fast as the wind,” he thought in his own mind. “Darn it” he says, as he’s got almost his whole hand down a hole now grabbing for Mr. Rabbit! He manages to squeeze the rabbits foot and starts pulling it! Just like he use to do with the family cat! He heard a taring of flesh, ligament and bone.
Before he could even see the after math of his actions, he begins to shout, “No, No, No, I will not allow this! I love this rabbit!” Which of course he had no idea why he had just said that.. “I can’t put his leg back on,” he thinks to himself!  He wishes he had the power of His people from all the stories His grandma and Grandpa told him…
Right then an Eagle flew over head shrieking out her song! The earth began to grumble benieth him and the clouds began to roll and gather thunder from the four winds rumbling in the back ground. Kinda like pop corn popping! As the preasure builds, the kernels blast open, shooting at the speed of light hitting the lid repeatedly as though a drum roll…
Right then, he almost has his hand pulled back out all the way, and “Boom” a strike of lightning hits his hand from the top side right thru the dirt! As he now goes to reveal his hand, he begins wondering why this Rabbit foot feels like a rock?
“What,” he says, as He is now pulling this item near his face to see. “What the…” As a blank stare of dumfoundment over takes him!


You have money you have belonging from before the sands of time. If you’re like the push let it lift lifting a higher understanding for everyone.
This was all an attempt to capture the words and phrases of the voice speaking in the background of the collective you!!!
It seems strange that trying to capture it verbatim is impossible

We have to rally around our dreams!!!

Just like the walls of Jericho were brought down by the rhythmic patterns created thru cadence, song, and frequency of the heart. Which became the very housing project of the Creator God!!!
Building from ruins upon the stones of the original foundation.

Who am I??

When I perpetuate forward in the same honoring system as I learned on the streets and or in my “Playerness” kind of ways; I unknowingly welcome the victim mentality to be!
Which locks me out from a solution that’s so freely available beating in my Chest! Singing, heart push this evolution, stretch it into the fiber of my DNA!
Putting key into lock Becoming the verbal language of God; transposing the Spiritual to the material world, making flesh the voice.
From this seemingly hidden deep, which is brightly wide open, without a shadow of turning between the infinite and the finite thoughts of men, a double edged sword unsheathed, silently cutting to ribbons the well rehearsed self made lies! As a surgeon exacts his knife, filets the meat revealing what I am…