( Before we begin, please never take everything I write and relate it to me. My family and I are open and honest, and I would never air out our personal business. Thank you.)
Hey everyone, and welcome back to our blog Humble Soul: Life Of A Juicer. These past couple of months have been very eye-opening. I am so blessed to be where I am today from rebranding my business to starting this blog. Is it already June? Only 6 months left in the year? I want to encourage everyone to stop playing with your potential, honestly. I graduated high school in 2012; it’s 2020. Eight years just flew by and next month I’ll be 26 years old, almost to 30? Oh, what I would give to go back and feel some moments again a little longer. To my beautiful classmates that are no longer with us, I pray you are resting well. I pray for your families and that they will be given the peace to stay healthy.
When my grandfather passed, I started my spiritual journey. I could no longer play with my potential. I used to sit around and wait for things to happen. I used to blame others for something that happened to me. I was a “yes” woman. I had 0 boundaries, even with family; I wanted to fix everyone and everything. But, if anyone reading this has gone through ascension, then you know once you start, you have to finish; and if you don’t, nothing will change. Have you ever stopped and asked yourself, why do the same things keep happening? Why do I continue to attract men who treat me this lousy way? Why can’t I keep a job? Why do I blame my problems and mistakes on others? Why am I so angry? Now, these are just some examples but know I will always speak my truth. Now, back to business. We often don’t realize patterns repeating until something tragic happens.
Someone will die, or you’ll lose that job, or you’ll go through a breakup or even try and harm yourself. And what do we do after? Cut our hair off, move states, go on some expensive vacation you know dam well you shouldn’t take. We do things that block the emotions because that’ was most us were taught? Cry on the inside? Be strong? In most black households, “talking back” was probably one of the worst things you could do, but was it talking back or just expressing emotions? And like many black men and women, those emotions are still buried down deep. Those emotions come out as jokes we brush off with our friends or awkward family visits where you walk on eggshells because you don’t want to feel. Feel the tension and the anger that’s deep-rooted so far down that all you see is hatred. I am here to tell you and beg you to let it go and forgive. Right now, please take a deep breath, and I mean deep. Breath in for 4 seconds, holds it 4 seconds, and breathe out for 4 seconds. Do this six times or more until you feel better until you are back safe in your body. Do this breathing exercise whenever you feel your anxiety coming on and when you write down what’s causing and CUT IT THEE FUCK OFF. (Sorry mom) but I had to cuss. Pray, Meditate, or whatever it is that you do. I have learned that once you accept your parent’s aunts, brothers, sisters, and cousins are all children just like you, then life gets a little clearer. Everyone has a past, everyone has pain, and your pain is your responsibility and yours alone. ( Will Smith said it best) Now I am not saying to move past your pain or forget it, but it’s time to stop letting it control everything. It’s time to move on. You need to spend time with your inner child and heal. Forgive them or whoever has hurt you even if they will never say sorry and believe that when you let it go, love and peace will replace the pain. But you have to start the process. Don’t be afraid to jump because you will catch yourself before you fall. You are so much more powerful than you know. This year alone, our death toll has been so high I’ve had to start taking social media breaks. Every other story is either a Tik Tok, a cute kid doing something sweet, or a video of a black man and or women and child, trans woman or man, etc., being beaten, stabbed, disrespected, or killed. It’s okay not to be okay. It’s okay not to be okay, and if anyone tells you otherwise, then cut them off cause they are a piece of shit. No one can tell you how or when to feel. It would be best if you were your #1 Priority. I am honored to have come back to this earth as a beautiful caramel black woman with brown eyes and 4C hair dimples and all.
I want to encourage all of my black women and men. I want you to know that you are not alone. You will never be alone. You are strong, you are brave, and you are loved. With every storm, sunshine will come. To all our brothers and sisters who are protesting, I pray for safety and your peace. I pray that you know that lightworkers, prayer warriors, etc. are here and are fighting with you. Be brave, and Be loud. I started this post with a different message, but I guess this needed to be said. I hope you are fired up with everything going on; trust me, I know you are tired. It is essential to rest. If you are in a more significant area, please make sure you’re boosting the immune system and getting testing for COVID. I want to thank you for taking the time to read this post. I have more recipes, juice facts, and just so much content coming soon. Below will include some petitions you can sign to help fight this fight.
Gabby X. Elliott (Reynolds)
X is for Malcom X.
I speak for those who can not. I am my ancestors descendent.
The petition’s to Sign:
I encourage you to go to https://www.change.org and read the stories.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE.