There is definitely something to the saying, "third time's the charm." Last Sunday marks my third public declaration and representation of an "I Am" statement. Each proclamation has spoken to the truth of my ancestral heritage, which begins with the ancient civilizations of Africa...not slavery in America.
This ain't no either/or proposition It's a both/and disposition So, don't dismiss Don't repress And by all means, don't acquiesce Own your authenticity as part of the process. Because when bliss and authenticity align The external and the untruths no longer define Your existence, your pathway, nor your destination Because you recover oneness with the divine and all creation.
This may look different for each of us, but as I have travailed the murky waters of white supremacy, my instincts have been and continue to be crucial to surviving, and at the same time, my intuition--what I know to be true at the soul level--is propelling me to thrive. As I see it, the challenge is validating both my lived experiences and the instinctual lessons I've learned while embracing that deep universal knowing that intuitively connects me to the Divine and all creation.
You see, when we find that sweet spot that aligns what we do with who we be, we may never fully know the ripple effects, but we will receive some affirmation along the way. Those affirmations may not come in rapid succession like they did for my friend this past Monday, but if we pay attention, they do come to encourage us to fully embody who we be.
The struggle to name it, however, is rooted in my pursuit of pathways to express this "doing" of unconventional sacred purpose through very conventional means. Now two seminary degrees and three annual conferences later, it is refreshing to both embrace and name the unorthodox thing that I do.
Unexpectedly, this series of events--meeting new people in a new place offered me a new platform that aligns with my gift of writing. Those connections that were made six months ago also coincided with an event that happened two months later. That second event happened one night in late June when I stopped at the Walgreens on James Island after attending my niece's summer camp orchestra concert.
Beyond our stories, our personal and collective awakenings to sacred purpose may be inconvenient and uncomfortable. They may even ruffle some feathers, repudiate some expectations, and disrupt the status quo--resulting in external pressures that might try to coerce us into conforming. However, when we awaken to what's true internally--although "all hell is breaking loose" externally--we feel at home with ourselves and we yearn to live from that place of blissful authenticity.
After a tumultuous year, the first weekend of the last quarter of 2017, which also ushered in the harvest moon, was providing a sign post. You see, the harvest is much bigger and a lot closer when we approach it with the understanding that it's never just about us. This past weekend was about connecting with sacred purpose as a family member and a global citizen.
The pursuit of sacred purpose is a process of peeling back the layers that we have subconsciously built up to protect ourselves from the bad, which has also kept out the good. More importantly, it has kept in the goodness of our essence--keeping it hidden, constricted and unexpressed. With layers peeled back, however, we arrive at center--our sweet spot of blissful authenticity.
When it comes to failure, believe me when I say that I've had my fair share. The challenge, however, is how we acknowledge that we're in the valley of calamity--whether we react out of the ego or respond in the Spirit.