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…

Be creative

At this moment I’m going over my life cycles and how many times right before I am going to be taken to the next level of success I throw a wrench into the engine!
This pattern is by now in my 37 years and counting, a ridiculous subconscious persuite!
A notion built off of fear, persuaded into action  with guilt and cemented in values  of differing degrees of self worth that make up the receipe for what direction to go or what is allowable.
So far what has been allowable, is a poverty mentality, a cap if you will put on my chances to exceed the heighth of my current ceiling!
This is a lie and a breeding ground for addiction as well!
For the way the subconscious is set up is to pump out actions that are in alignment with our core values… When a direction that is not fully sponsored by these core ideals acures a natural instinct is to chop down the growth!
The trick is to get the system to accept a new valuing method, but to make it think this was already in the programming!
It has to be subtle, accurate, and swift! You could liken it to taking the table cloth off a table while it still remained fully set!
If any settings put on the table are knocked over in this process the subconscious will reset the table with the original cloth used once again!
This of course goes against the grain of implementing real personal success, so it is better to learn how others pull the table cloth off without disrupting the dishes atop.
Now they may not know how they learned, so just watch the actions and the self talk when mistakes are made…
The old views had good reason for existence! So it is important not to speak down to them or else pride will put a blocker in place and now this core value will gain power surging thru and araticating anything in opposition!!!
Small moves are lasting moves; swift moves are better to be done in a seemingly mundane venue of actions, normally done on day to day activities, by just adding a pivote that takes in the new data as original data by keeping all other patterns involved the same! Like adding a step to an existing dance move, building on the known to step into the unkown!!!

The tree

We have tbe same sky already in the womb of our soul, that’s where animal meets the man, where Creator conceives of a “Son,” of the most high, making bread and wine flow the same thru the same river!
These renewed acient paradigms of thought weaving, “pro- allities,” to get our asses home to that “nice head” of sky Palaces , an undreamed Zion, the roots of who I am, as branch and arm of this ultimate giving tree!!! Cozy pressed up to our Papa. Creator, drawing,
Love with no conditions, flexible, immovable standing strong in all places at once!

Time has faded and there remains one day and a thousand else where.
This is also a realm where all psychological makeup as pumped thru the hypothalamus
Gets the opportunity to sing, Churn,and evolve into our Most dreamt actions of our favorite prayers and ideas born of more fiber than hairs on our head; This magical childlike light that pulsates more free than there are galaxies!!!

Thru death to self, a preordered ideal from before creation had ever kicked off! Was this way and this voice…

Unto the Lamb that was slaughen
before all creation, be all honor, Glory, and praise!
He is the first born among many brethren: (Romans 8:29)
And all those of His own kind, born of the the same likeness, In measure of, value, Space for creating truth never spoken, Love never seen !
And this is the free expression, I happily get to enjoy thoroughly!
As I run closer in rhythm I wake up and take charge of my life!!
“This is my waking life!”
I say! This is the palace, the temple, where your very cry for Papa Creator is His cry for you!!!!

The forgotten voice of self is the voice of HIS MAKER. This far off distant land of Promise, is not Easily won!
For there is no class in which to compare the other!
So only the lonely seeker may find peace, forsaking all else is the birthing process pushing past this Vail dressed as human life.
To where our hearts are exposed for all that we carry outside of the realm of guilt ridden mistakes made up of thousands of years of karma…
This is that animal in need of Salvation intrinsically fused with my bone and marrow.
Redemption cuts to the quick of my soul, slicing right thru flesh, bone, exacting between marrow to the very core of our spiritual nerves system.

Lifting such a beautiful creature our own consciences into the capable arms of Daddy God is well with our good natured spirits… We know it’s better to let Papa do the heavy lifting that I might stay on this cross, this tree, this our Sundance, and healing of the nations!!!