Tarnish Mirror ... return to Confidence ... Letter to my inner king
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In
the desert standing alone reading the
words of the Ancients as the wind penned them on desert floor as he walked by
they spoke in wave he (Mr wind walked
by) erased the message not soon after he
showed Cloud the Ancient script... for these words were sacred and only for the
eyes’ of the Sevens and Cloud walkerz…. Dropping
to a knee and using his index fingers as pen and the sandz as he page he starts….
“I and I” … Dear king thank you for waking up... I need not change
your eye's but the lenses from which you view, because you see yourself through
tarnished and broken mirrors because of lies, you are not “once I was
a warrior, you never stopped being one , it’s in your DNA and imprinted in your
veins” Lessons missed while you slept but don’t worry crash course I will teach
you to read the ancient language and hear the voices of the spirits, As a child you would beat your chest to your hearts rhythm and stand up with straight with pride to imitate
your father and his father’s father… you
knew you were are some one… prince instinct inherently knowing you were cut
from a different clothe … Different, I don't care what the “Bald head and his cronies”
tried to whisper into your ear while slept, it’s almost impossible to
institutionalise those born with the
soul of the back butter fly the free soul , all they need to do is remember …
Lost but not forgotten, you’re
not fatherless son your father becoming do you hear that voice shouting from the
heavens with pride tapping Angels on the shoulder point down at you “We breed
them you see him that’s my son”... you still hear through ear muffled words the
name of family pride a deep part of your identity and know you must pick up the
mantle and run even harder than those
before you for freed om true freedom is near not the allusion the “bald head”
always falsely promises... We are in real fight for our balls and self-esteem Pac
was right, “I think a head so we fight with pen”... yours sincerely, we wage
war with our head first and hands will surely follow and soul and tears with
provide supernatural strength …
Time was running out and you heard my desperate plea’s and cry’s,
and now that we are no longer a ghost in a shell but “I and I” One, the element
of nature Mr God designed us to be and we are no longer walking with our eyes
open but we are fully awake knowledge is to gained but let wisdom be our guide…
we have much work to do… The first thing I must do is thank you for waking up
in the first place I will never make you dormant again, that’s a lesson you
missed while you slumbered and grew, you must show your self-kindness and
respect so that you plenty inside yourself to give to others for you are not
only a king but our general … kindness is freely given but respect must be
earned and never given to the unworthy. And now that you’re awake I must
prepare you for the war a head for true war is brutal not for faint hearted,
they started it but we will end it for good! there are no rules in this war its
savage like their hearts, but as a king you are guided by principles, that’s
what separates us from those animals that they are… our enemy. We don’t always
know who “they” are but trust me “they” exist if you don’t believe me take a
look at the scars we acquired in our slumber and separation, look at your
brethren sisters and queens the enemy was not afraid to beat on their very
souls and leave them maimed … so before you become our general you might have
to be a soul practitioner and healer … and that can only achieved through self-love.
War with un-apologetic wrath, I need you to be silent and hear me
clearly… they tried to shatter the spine of your self-esteem and rob of your
self-respect… emasculate you; do hear my words they tried to cut your balls off
! They tarnished the mirror by which you
see yourself and the world to rob you of your destiny your original true self
your true authenticity that part of you which is connected to the life giver…
They robbed you and yours of your
fathers and uncles… if they did not simply kill them they sent disease and mind
viruses… they cast dark spells in their hearts that kept them apart from you through strange acts of
cruelty toward the seed for the men of
our tribe nurture our seed we don’t abuse it was an unnatural witch craft to this
day we don’t understand why our men started to act like the enemy , and we
haven’t being cured yet so be careful in
war fare, they dipped there filthy finger in not only in yours but also in your
children’s inheritance, Dr King realised it was missing and reclaimed it back and they came again to steal the
dream when will learn not to trust them. They whoever they are do not deserve
mercy, and having said that I need to prepare your heart and soul for war,
brutal is an understatement of what it will be, there will be a lot of
collateral damage we have already lost brothers and sons dead in battle fields
of life don’t ever forget they live through you, and loosing is not an option.
You have a very short period of time to master the tools for the art of War.
Number 1 and tattoo it in and on your heart the way you carry your last name
and your ancestors in your veins Confidence
C is for the crown they tried to steal and we took it back but that
is not enough now you must defend it, the fires… the wrath … the intelligent
calm inside your soul, it’s the connection with live giver that you allows you
to be creator the anointing on your head that tell you who you are king. The
secret that was passed from your father to you and that same secret you will
pass down to your seed...
For now I will let you mould it over and digest the words that I
have spoken.. Tomorrow we start on O… offense... Like never seen before don't get it twisted the battle shifted plans for the physical less and more tophyscological...
Sincerely my inner thank you for waking up for the war…"I and I"
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