Roll Call


The Most High GOD calls us

out of her ~ the Babylonian/world ~ system

which includes a lot more than meets

the natural



The methods vary.


Once i received the inclination

to reduce then end

my secular music intake

moving on His word too slowly

still turning

to the local urban contemporary station

ready to switch

should its content & decency not mix


Before long

every turn on

hours or days apart

featured the same dead artist


There was one exception

A change of station presented

an unchanging God

through opening chords

to “Walk Like An Egyptian”


My heart heard Him clearly

‘Don’t undo My deliverance

Leave that alone!



We are all given a role

maybe two & so forth

according to His purpose


This morning

i am inspired to create or find & modify

a cinnamon-raisin roll recipe

to prepare with Love

yet no leaven


leaf and medicine (1)

Visual representation of Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

Living Color

Featured picture: “Healing in His Wings” by Rachel K. Harpham

Out of the mouth of an elevator

the babe and her elder guardian emerged

Mother heading to the reception desk

Child bee-lining for more signs of Life

With the pointed push of a button

the princess subject all to one command


the water fountain

the lobby chairs

one or two waiting patrons

would be released

After a minute behind the blinds

realizing I saw her

with no intention to pretend otherwise

she sauntered over to me


“Good morning, sweetheart. So, you like ‘Frozen’, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite! I watch it all the time.”

“That’s so cool! Do you like Princess Elsa or just lots of snowy days?”

“It’s my favorite, favorite movie! I watched it at home just now. Heyyy…your tooth is dirty.”

I laughed heartily at the type of innocent yet raw honesty I love, its resonance with a separate chat I’d had regarding a few procedures I must schedule. In her five-year-old lexicon, there was no distinguishing between being chemically stained, unbrushed, lipsticked and such. Things were simply as clean or dirty as they appeared to her; that’s it.

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Were you there?

My Lord…

Ash-fallen foreheads

refused to see her slim unfitness

to truly care for or otherwise foster the baby boy

a precious toddler seated perfectly

except when she slapped and shook him

cursed him

threatened to desert him

or ‘tear [his] little ___ up cause [she] don’t give a ____ who sees’

My stop had come

and I seized

to take a 30 ft. flight through the crowd to fight

rage we shared for different reasons

or just complement his sweet face and wish her a better day

on the way out

Sometimes honey tempers vinegar

Other times fire forces evaporation

Instead, no words

His silence proved he, two, had already learned to cope with her madness

the seed of what would one day grow into deep anger or compassion

while i copped out on the side of not

directing another one to a labyrinthine system

to get to work

for a labyrinthine system…

Why did i hesitate to lay down my life for this innocent

when I’ve taken the fall for the guilty

An under one-minute eternity made a fool of me

having diffused more in less Time.

The new computers came

after we spent the morning

reviewing an outdated curriculum

marked by highlighters and intentions to fight the negative stimuli

dulling our students towards diseases and the odds

of babies having babies.


Regardless of whether any of us make it

where we’d like to go

on the road taken

a loving heart is bypassed

while some mother may be celebrated

and at least one son of a wo/man has already suffered enough.

Good night. 

© 2006, 2017 Sagesse Oblige. All rights reserved.

* #HolySpirit #drinKing *


take off your cool, babe.

never let your heart leave Him

or His, you, lukewarm.


POcKEt MONsters

O…M…G…! There’s a Holiday Pikachu up the block. Pleeease come with me to catch it. But we have to hurry before it spawns!


Spawn? I thought you wanted to visit with April.


I do. We can catch it on the way there if we leave now!

Wait… This is so awesome. There’s a Charizard nearby, too! Ok. We really gotta go.

Is there a prize of some sort? Points?

You do know we’re rushing to catch a fictional thing. Help me understand, hon.

(laughs) It’s so real! Not just to me, either. Adults all over the world play too.

It’s fun. And this one’s at the church. Alot of them are…

On the gloomiest of days, the girl’s enthusiasm was usually sunshine plus rainbows and sprinkles. Her impromptu recruitment for capturing popular surreality only she could see via her device, then, didn’t need to be compelling.

Salmon is a tangibly popular food and the only thing besides a comic book-turned-movie hellion that many readily task with spawning. Still, neither context is showing itself approved as healthy or game these days, especially at various houses of worship.

Incidentally, as the child led, the purpose of making the abbreviated “Pocket Monsters” go forth to possibly ‘[change] geography‘ via its fellow Niantic Labs-created Ingress became clearer: (control over) entry.

“While Pokémon Go is a remarkably social game, Ingress takes this aspect much further. In Ingress, two teams—the Enlightenment and the Resistance—battle for control of portals akin to PokeStops scattered throughout the world.”

~Beth Weingarner

That excerpt of opposing factions’ battle for openings and territory seems eerily appropriate in this geopolitical moment calling for heightened border and firewalls. Beyond the suggested stretch of evangelism to overlook those parishioners seeking unique Poké instead of God’s wisdom from the pews, The Bible teaches of guarding and/or lifting up various gates such as our eyes, ears, mouth; even those of fish, hell and The Everlasting.

Many other “pockets” of the world—like those displayed in the featured drum notation and the following, final images—would benefit (and bless others) most from Godly covering. Consider also your Life rhythm and synch it with high calling until any remaining monsters flee. Remember: Where your heart is, there also is your treasure.


SO… What’s in yours?


💡#SOwattage: The Heir of Happiness Beyond What We Knew

Welcome to “2017”.

10 paces into this new universal season—so called because that designation belongs to each day despite much of the world’s agreed fascination with January 1—seems as good a time as any to:

  • stand firmly within this given day.
  • reconsider the struggles and successes of all the steps thus far, then
  • continue forward with the correction and hopefully, per our discipline, the grace earned.

As it was written in the annals of the last two years’ uncharacteristically warm Christmases, the appearance of snow and the season’s “official” start date aren’t static. They are, however, unique to the hemispheres; of the mind of God.

Ditto for the rest of our reality. The old adage ‘Wo/man plans and God laughs’ holds true today. An ounce of discernment will lead any sensible person to ask themselves some variation of “What do I know, anyway?”

We will arrive at one of the US presidential transition’s most pivotal moments in only 10 more days: Inauguration Day. Did you know that it is a divination practice of the ancient Roman order to augur; that is, to predict what will or won’t fare well?

As such, s/he who is privy to current events, various cards throughout history or even the clarion call that powerful music often provides is likely much more familiar with the trump concept than understood on the surface or even desired. Please join me; have a seat. Let’s reason together.


~ .: Welcome, Holy Spirit! :. ~

The Sagesse Oblige paradigm has also changed since using astrology and tarot to highlight some parallels between the mundane and celestial in 2016’s “Above the Table” (Twitter) posts. With maturity or at least some undoing of our diverse, harmful bondage and conditioning, we learn that the power of reasonable obedience trumps coincidence in yielding good results. It doesn’t go unnoticed, however, that the decision to slough insolent morsels off the plate and entire table took place during what’s considered the Capricorn period of material mastery or excess that some link with the true Messiah’s birth and, via trump 15, the devil.


Peaceful deliverance one day affording the lion & lamb to lay together is of The Word. Lions posing as lambs (and vice-versa), however, is a human problem; of the world.

To encourage leaky division regarding our information and strength (as individuals or entire nations à la the 2016 US elections) and set superstitiously lofty sights on things below is indeed too minor to matter. [Note: Focusing only on any “lowercase ‘g'”, e.g. the “dollar, dollar bill y’all” of Montell Jordan’s “This is How We Do It” before he learned to better value the will/power of God, is a snare to the soul-full abundance of His Plan for our lives.]

SO… ‘New year, new me’ crowd, meet the pneuma. Let’s take a deep breath thereof & step with faith to stand your ground and/or move on only as directed.

💡 SO… #Empathy #Exercise: #TheGiftYouGive? “#CounselHer”


🔹healthy, appropriate yet authentic outlets for those whose strong libido and love of/desire for family may always end in tragedy if conventionally pursued

🔹equally effective resources for those whose journey leaves them with a fatalistic outlook and little to no interest in any form of intimacy or commitment at-large

🔹the futility of either jumping in with or pushing away others in fearful reaction to her diagnosis

…that is if she has healthcare access to one beyond empirical symptoms minor as spotting or major as laying down each night on the side that isn’t tender with the equivalent presence of a third trimester pregnancy inside

🔹having her ability to cook well doubted or being written off as bourgeois because they happened to meet her after she swapped her former curves, fried foods, dairy, processed flour, refined sugar and fatty animal protein for positive nutritional habits under physician direction

🔹a new wardrobe because her feet and lady parts might rebel against their casings at any given high tide (yes, casings. When asked how she felt, one woman’s account of “like a sausage” bloated with discomfort still stands out.)

🔹the style of adamantine resolve, playful patience and live-and-let-live ‘chill’ that might eventually adorn her inner self the more people stand at such an observational, even online, distance where it’s hard to tell a regular good guy out about his business apart from a foe-in-disguise

🔹the tug-of-war that is (having to defend) being pro-life yet considering measures of choice to prevent conceptions detrimental or deadly to all but the father

🔹the relative hypocrisy of judging women who seek already taboo abortion services responsibly (e.g. rape victims, women rendered terminally ill or incapacitated during pregnancy, medical emergencies for mother or child) when women who miscarry for any reason are subject to some of the same D&C (“dilation and curettage” that opens and scrapes the womb’s lining) or suction procedures to rid her of fetal remains highly toxic to her body

🔹the various implications of possibly dealing with vaginal dryness after laughingly strolling past lube on drugstore runs her whole adult sexual life

🔹exactly how hot and flashy “hot flashes” are, especially if they arrive decades earlier than one’s social circle and dynamics can handle

🔹only some of her friends understanding an occasional ‘next time’ isn’t premeditatedly antisocial but a period of silent pain as others make mental notes of any assumed weakness they can pinch: clothing, jewelry, residential space, a mate, her character and actual identities

🔹selecting the right partners and time to approach sex or family planning as some will enjoyably honor the fact that even her medical history thrives on exclusivity they can season together while others only register it as clean, dedicated vagina exempt from pregnancy scares

This makes her (as with said wrong partner’s) risk for exposure to STIs and even energetic complications she doesn’t need that much higher; the passive spike to due to the partner’s compromised, thus false, security.

🔹the quiet expectation that she must 1) be available to humbly show up and serve for any child-related request because somehow non-parents have less to do and childless women should feel privileged not to be openly confused with historical Lilith/Jezebel energy or 2) lay down and back off on demand because even requested non-parents, especially childless women, should know their place…

which is far away from younger humans they couldn’t possibly love and guide properly without first having a natural placenta pact.

🔹the likelihood that an entirely new set of rules and considerations for everyone to navigate are on the horizon with new HHS Secretary Price


~ Shall we continue? That’ll make my day. ~

For the (student) clinicians and fellow humans:

🔹Consider how your advice might differ to either example of woman at age 25, 35, 45.

🔹What would your choice of tone, body language and words convey if you learned the condition started developing in her childhood and, although not clinically deemed barren, enough blood, sweat and tears have fallen to suggest infertility?

🔹Would the nature of your counsel differ for a client who developed cancer via sexual transmission of HPV later in life? How exactly?

🔹If equipped with no more (info) than the budget and mandate to cover one case’s plan of acute and extended care, for which of the above type of woman’s health would you advocate? Why?

🔹Would your decision and plan for treatment change if you learned the woman you chose was:

  • a person (who isn’t) of color
  • an immigrant with or without a language barrier between you
  • a member of the LGBTQ community contrary to your faith
  • earnestly unable to pay the fee/homeless
  • rich — by chance, false means, hard work OR inheritance
  • ever a type of sex worker: from the high-status sophisticated lady-in-denial who stays that way via favors to the willing pornographer to the exotic dancer to the full-fledged street or corporate prostitute
  • of any criminal past
  • atheist or zealous for a different spiritual path

🔹How would you fare if the government and/or your private health care providers applied your own selection criteria to you?

🔹For the faith community, would your life be advocated for another day if God also applied said criteria?

If you use any portion of this post in your academic or professional practices, thank you. Please be sure to cite and credit this source by linking back here.

If you’ve truly processed these considerations and emerged with a stronger yet more compassionate grip on this informal patient & peer sensitivity tip of the holistic wellness iceberg, thank you.

Please modify your mindsets and narratives to heal and encourage more of the same.