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Deuteronomy 28:32 (KJV)
Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long; and there shall be no might in thine hand.
Innerstand, Yahuah gave His children blessings and curses. Our blessings are presented when we follow Yah’s laws, statutes, and commandments. And the curses rise when we do not — when we rebel.
When our family first came into the truth of our Hebrew heritage, we began reading Scripture as OUR historical accounts (not religious text). Many realizations became apparent to the eye and heart.
Why were so-called black people scattered throughout the four corners of the earth?
I was taught in school that Europeans brought us to “the new world” because our skin could endure long working hours in the sun. And after European colonizers killed and displaced the indigenous people with their disease, guns, and religion, many who survived could not withstand the brutality of slavery. I don’t know how true this is, but I was taught this narrative in the school system. Thus, the theft and transport of “indentured servants,” aka Hebrews, igbos, eebos, negros took place.
Side note: The Most High warns us in Scripture to be mindful of the crafty counsel:
Psalms 83:3 They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones.
Think for a moment how many names so-called black people have been given and have accepted. I understand our identity was slashed off of our existence and stripped from our spirits. Our numerous names show how Europeans intentionally build walls and distractions to prevent our return to our true identity. They make our journey home more complicated.
If we are detached from our culture, how can we call on The Source that gives us power — the very Creator who gathered His earth and breathed His life into a living being. The Elohiym of Avraham, Yitschaq, and Ya’aqov.
I don’t want to get too far into our history, but you can read my past blog posts that give some breakdowns: Shabbat Shalom, Raising Zion, ah. . . differently, Is Being Called African American an Insult?
When I first read Deuteronomy 28, my eyes scanned and sought evidence of what had already occurred and prophesy to be fulfilled. And as I write this post, I am reminded of what Scripture, Dr. Blair, and Terrence say, “There is nothing new under the sun.”
Scripture mentions our sons and daughters given onto other people, our eyes failing and looking for them all the day long, and no might in our hand — I always associated this verse to slavery. We ripped apart and sold in Amerikkka and throughout the four corners of the earth to our oppressors.
But, within the past week, I was introduced to the horrors that pain too many families. Child Protective Services illegally kidnaps children from their mothers and fathers, grandmothers and grandfathers, from their families, from their bloodline.
My heart has been aching and restless since I became aware of this injustice to our people.
When I am with Zion’ah, I often send out a silent prayer for the families without their seed. Whenever I see our daughter on a new milestone, like walking and talking, I give praise, and simultaneously my heart cries for those missing these moments with their own. When I looked closely at her face, I sometimes saw the face of Ra.
As a mother, as a woman, as a distant sister, I feel so conflicted.
My heart is in pain when I pray to The Most High for mercy, grace, comfort, and strength over these families.
Since my father passed when I was 7, I had always known that everything in life happens for a reason. My life experiences have reinforced this truth.
The Most High is too omnipresent for my mind to fully grasp the hows and whys of life’s events. . . yet, I give praise for knowing who — Elohiym.
This post is not to condemn or judge, but it is one of my attempts to bring awareness. . . to blow the trumpet.
Read the bible (Scripture) as a history book and see how rebellious the children of Yashar’el were. Our ancestors saw the glory and power of Yah’s stretched-out hand when He liberated them from Mizraim through the plagues, but still, our forefathers rebelled. And guess what? Yahuah brought judgment.
I don’t care what these religions teach. . . Yahuah brings love and peace as much as He brings judgment and fury.
I am not perfect. Gluttony still has its claws in me, along with some other sins I pray and work through to shed.
Scripture says judgment will begin at the house of Yashar’el. . . Yahuah will judge our people first.
I believe in the last days, and I believe we can see the signs of them.
Constantly am I praying for us all to get our souls right and work out our salvation with fear and trembling.
The Most High WILL bring down these wicked nations. This country and others WILL see the fury of Yah for the injustices they have placed and continue to put on us. This is prophesied, and Yah is not a liar. Look at the world and all the madness happening — remove labels like climate change and just look. . . see.
We must understand, we are STILL in the land of our captivity. Read Scripture, and you will see Yashar’el has been in six captivities. Why? BECAUSE OF OUR DISOBEDIENCE. Because we follow every cotton pickin’ thing, but The One who created us and specifically gave US laws, statutes, and commandments to follow.
The only true justice we will see is going to come from above, from Yah.
I pray each family has their seed returned to them in health and love.
I pray The Most High brings his fury on every force doing wickedness.
Family, while we pray, we must learn how to protect our own, learn how to walk in Yah’s protection, and learn our ways as Yahuah’s chosen people.
At the end of the day, I pray we turn from our wicked ways and return to Yah, so judgment and justice may rain fire on this place. And so we may be counted worthy and be spared.
For every family who has their children taken wrongfully and illegally by Child Protective Services, know I stand with you.
My heart cries out for you.
My hope flies strongly with you.
My brain hurts and strategizes with you.
My voice uplifts with you.
My arms embrace you.
I pray prayers to comfort you. . . May Yah bring all of our babies home. . . cases that are known and unknown. . .
The Most High is just and the same in the beginning as in the end. It is us, Yah’s children, who must call and return to Him. Only in Yah will we be fully protected and given justice.