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Crude versions of the title’s gist have survived millennia as excuses for rejecting The Holy Word and Way of GOD in Christ.


Some variation of:

‘The white man created and used Christianity to control people of color.’

‘The Holy Trinity is just a knock-off of Far Eastern beliefs that pre-date Jesus.’

”They’ think we’re savages and want to replace the greatness of our culture with some blond-haired, blue-eyed doctrine.’

‘I’m smart. I work hard…and I deserve my heaven now; enough cheek turning!’

often finds its way into believer-nonbeliever discourse, leaving the parties full of self or emptied of energy from debating over a God (and pandemic, human sin condition) larger than anyone.


The spirit of rebellion that first reared its head in The Garden continues to strike down our good sense, contentment with God’s Natural order and daily Invitations to cultivate His Character within us so our souls can flourish.

With no foresight or foretaste of The LORD’s Goodness [Psalm 34:8 KJV], the couple instead chose the notion of great gain opposite His Will and the second-guessing in their guts; confirming knowledge of a Strict Instruction in Genesis 3:2-3 right before disobeying it then hiding from God’s Address altogether in verses 8-10.

To date, humanity still fawns over many distractions and dead letter worship [of 2 Corinthians 3:5-7] alone that we cover for in the name of devotion; stagnant existence, no Inspired Guidance through Life in The Holy Spirit.

Our relationship with flora (taking time to appreciate and maybe plant them or maintaining a healthy internal environment to best digest His Full Truth) also suffers.

Stubbornly concealing a constipated nature that refuses to let go of fast-acting yet long-lasting toxins like pride, bitterness or jealousy eats away at one’s own functioning and integrity [Job 5:2, Proverbs 14:30, 27:4; Galatians 5:19-21, James 3:14-16, 4:2-3], ‘rotting the bones’ aka the natural framework that’s supposed to hold us together and help us live/move/be upright in Acts 17:28‘s truth according to Biblical thought.

On the other hand, incontinence’s volatile manner though lacking self-control [Matthew 23:25, 1 Corinthians 3:5 YLT] doesn’t discriminate as its stain spreads beyond the sick party, broadly contaminating whatever it touches even in tiny, unseen ways that can still spread dis-ease long after the initial contact.

As is true of our mundane work, heady pursuits [Ecclesiastes 2:15-24] and spiritual lives [Ecclesiastes 7:16-18], balance is much more vital and civil(ized).


(I might’ve had a bit too much fun with some 80s meme generators this week, but I’m just grateful for Joy in The LORD! Ok, back to my post…)

So, how is balance achieved? Is it, like genuine faith in GOD, just another term many swish around their mouths in good social taste with so few actually putting their hand to or heart and foot in it?

Again, in addition to robust prayer lives, Biblical nourishment and a social circle of shared hunger for the righteousness of God, what practical assists are Christians afforded when seeking a healthy work-life balance in “wisdom…knowledge and…equity” [Ecc. 2:21 KJV]?

Are we suited for any of the mindfulness and other holistic wellness practices currently experiencing a renaissance, e.g. clean eating, yoga, meditation, massage therapy and more?

These were some of the questions I asked of The LORD when I started to exclusively see and receive His Way as The Truth for my life.

It probably goes without saying that a nutritional approach to balance—a moderate, ‘eat to live’ mindset—does well to honor The Most High’s Instructions to avoid gluttonous excess [Psalm 78:29, Proverbs 23:20-21, 2 Timothy 3:1, 3] while giving the organs and systems of our temples, as best able, only content and portions that fuel it for rightful service instead of wearing it down; inviting sloth [Proverbs 12:24, 24:29-31; Ecclesiastes 10:14].



One sin too easily leads to another. A proverbial bad apple sends microbial messages to the bunch so the misery of its rot spreads to its company. I won’t say the few gnats and fruit flies that show up constitute pestilence of Biblical proportions, but the chain of events is the same. Disobedience (including buying beyond need or means via the lust of the eyes) begets decay.


Be encouraged to abide in Christ with me and please don’t be dismayed. Remember the trespass yields to The Gift God Gave us, even today in this present moment [Romans 5:15]! Yes, we must always guard our hearts and whole selves from the world’s evil [Galatians 6:10-18], avoiding bad company to avoid corruption of good character [1 Corinthians 15:33].

Indeed, it was written that “a little leaven” (or bacteria, fungus, viral agent, even the cold untruth of Pharisee-like doctrine we’ve all promoted or have otherwise been privy to at some point, etc.) affects “the whole lump” when what matters most is really “faith which worketh by love” [Galatians 5:6-9]. More importantly, each Fruit of The Spirit Developed in us also helps seed another!

The religiosity of whomever decides they want beef or not, etc. has no literal or figurative place in true worship of The Sovereign King, Bearer and Mediator of The New Covenant, JESUS [Luke 22:20, Romans 14:13-17, Hebrews 8:6-13].

In Him, we can say (better yet, shout) Grace about every food, drink and behavior known to man except unquestionable and impermissible blasphemy against His Holy Spirit [1 Corinthians 6:12, 10:23; Matthew 12:32, Mark 3:29, Luke 12:10].

That doesn’t mean we who also love Him and decide upon those foods, drinks, behaviors, thoughts and connections that help limit parasites, excess weight or other imbalances are wrong or ‘bougie’ (?!).

It is pleasing to human visitors when we sweep our homes, temples; offer beverages from thoroughly clean cups without old food, lipstick stains and such, provide savory fare and are less likely to embody the hormonally-injected spirits of stubbornness or artificial sweetness to name a couple.

Why wouldn’t the spiritual equivalent invite and please GOD’s Presence? His Word Teaches that we are (to be) “unto [Him] a sweet savour of Christ” [2 Corinthians 2:15]. Beyond those who are saved or perishing, He Is Most Worthy of our best.


To that end and new beginning, meet my recent ‘soda’ replacement! I won’t peddle late-night infomercial lies about great flavor…but it tasted decent while supplying the larger benefit of boosting energy [experienced] and good bacteria [expected, reported] after that flu fooli’ness. This is no endorsement; just part of an extended metaphor. Especially for those who avoid dairy and related yogurts in or outside of this mucus-heavy time of year, any kombucha, like many fermented foods, can be helpful in improving gut & immune health. If need be, I may try another kind, make my own or stay flush with fresh lime and ginger in ample water. No worries!

I believe I’m growing in the understanding that when probiotic doses are discussed, perspective comes along the line of “parts per billion”. It’s a matter of concentration; that is, how all our unique, active ‘stuff’ resists quickening where there’s gravity or situations that bring us down to Earth (mass) relative to how a billion ‘everybody elses’ throw their weight around this planet.

Don’t seek an opportunity to be unduly oppositional along 1 Timothy 6:20 lines, because The Most High Is yet a Job 9:8-10, 38:4-7, 33, 36 and Daniel 1:4-5 GOD! One pill to swallow is that according to the world’s human population—approximately 7.6B—each of us does our daily part to operate either as an agent of ill or wellness, moreso to The relatively smaller Body of Christ.

I am receiving greater appreciation for the Truth of my Great Physician. Per Deuteronomy 28:7, the ratio of His Healing Power Is intact. The enemy can keep its fever! It Is also well with The Master’s (exponential) Formula in Matthew 18:21-22 and Proverbs 24:16 for forgiveness and recovering from minor falls after that big one. I, too, am one of His children who shall give the enemy no environment to thrive.


This brings me back briefly to some other wellness and relaxation methods. As clinical models and centers of healthcare became more integrated over the years, some natural, complementary & alternative medical [CAM] practices that are particularly active in spiritual undercurrents the unassuming (Christian) person might not consider are frequently on the menu.

Herbal medicine—from the aloe plant’s innards that surfers and other sun lovers wisely place on their skins for burn relief to our ancestors’ sips of maté, mint or sassafras to the local gentrifying shop’s chamomile or ‘new’ overpriced and exoticized teas then on to the very foundations of virtually every drug your pharmacist carries—has long been demonized as a tool of witchcraft.

At one point, moldy bread wasn’t even fit for peasants and slippery attempts to sell it must’ve been grounds for a few brawls. With right perspective and in the right hands, however, its relative, penicillin, has helped many recover from various biological battles.

Being innocent regarding evil but wise in good things as Romans 16:19 Teaches us, of course there are many who may be unaware of or don’t share my belief in Revelation 22:2‘s (figurative?) Vision.

It is understood that some people do employ plants, bodily fluids, friend/family trust, even Scripture or a smile and anything they can get their hands on to manifest the evil within them. They see the world from that place because their father, the devil, taught them effectively [John 8:44]. They will have their reward. One Way or another, we all will.

The trend didn’t begin with, but was certainly popularized by, executives whose strategies would benefit from pillaging whole territories and cultures.

We still see the culture of synthesized and regulated raw bounty otherwise used well by its kindred that suddenly gets slapped with trademarks and/or high price tags with ‘Beware! Don’t Feed the Natives’ signs for extra effect against anyone who survived. [Hint: real 🐇 (hip hop…)]

That, too, is a form of mistaking good and evil [Isaiah 5:20, Jeremiah 22:13, Matthew 23:23]. Those so inclined should stop while they can. My Heavenly Father Is a Forgiving, even Adoptive One when approached with reverence and genuine repentance.


During a chat with a friend about my holistic health interests before I became saved, the Christian gentleman met my expressed thoughts from a position of understanding the sustainable, natural fitness goal but gently introduced the question of why I specifically hoped to move ‘chi’.

Why were trendy, ‘mystical’ ways necessary to achieve improved coordination, strength, tone and well-being?



Without using any of the following words, The Spirit of God in him admonished me that my good intention and acceptable appropriation of a thing contended with a road already paved for millennia with the distinctly different spiritual practices of billions.

Christian as you want to be, you can’t recite foreign chants (likely to foreign gods if you understood the language) and form certain ‘mudras’ with the hands (many of which, including the “ok” sign and some hand gestures associated with our cities and gangs where unfortunately applicable, quietly made their ways to mainstream culture) without somehow appealing to the mother of harlots.

I thank GOD that my testimony among those of so many brothers and sisters in Christ across the globe, Empowered by The Blood of The Lamb, is part of Babylon’s death sentence [Revelation 12:10-11, 16:5-7, 17:1-6].

My rational mind searched for rebuttal from the memory of positive harm reduction outcomes I’d contributed to and witnessed in recovering heroin addicts at one drop-in public health center where the acupuncture a partner and I offered was among vital services for detox.

The next immediate memory was of the treatment protocol’s focal point, the Shen Men or “spirit gate”, at which time I had to just shut up, listen closer and step away from that chamber with my righteous mind. I mean, he didn’t have to yell…at all. Faith cometh by hearing The Word of GOD [Romans 10:17], which isn’t guaranteed or referenced through that ear location.

The concept of cultural oversight in that regard also brought to mind a fellow creative lady from my adolescence whom my then-boyfriend loved, arguably too much.

We went to her shows. He spoke of her by codename among his circle when we chilled together. Y’all, Sir Honesty volunteered that they read the “Kama Sutra” together in her dorm room on a nearby campus when I had yet to return to mine from late classes. Via countless stories, he hated her boyfriend who was apparently anything but generous towards her. And so on.

I’m neither designed to be jealous nor a jail warden, preferring natural respect and selection over force or so-called feminine wiles, so victimhood by cheater/liar wasn’t my lot. If anything, my ‘I will address you with my findings once then play and beat you at your own game until I’m bored’ younger self was her own victim.

I hurt him badly too, so wasted time and consequential pain made its way back around to refine how I treat people. The affliction was good [Psalm 119:71, Matthew 7:12, Romans 8:28].


Feeding into what didn’t value either young woman instead of subtracting myself from the confusion, staying gone then yielding to God for cleansing°healing°redirection°rightful union otherwise was my fault.

Eventually, the restless spirits involved did what they all do when they go without accurate identification, protection and rebuke in Christ Jesus. Hindu, Chinese, Japanese, Ghanaian, Dominican, Haitian, Trini, Jamaican, Nigerian, French, Panamanian, Canadian, Native American, Southern, Scottish, Latin American, Irish, Syrian, German, jovial, depressed, bottled, rolled, broken, whole…spirits attempt transfer and she literally became the woman of my dreams, too; crying in sorrow each time.

Whenever God Laid her on my heart amongst everything else He Would Share in those night visions, I genuinely asked the young man about his friend. One time, he broke down and shared that she’d just had a daughter. We were all 22-24 by then; had gone from baggy to painted-on jeans and both (allegedly) moved in and out of his life.

I felt the child was his but never verbalized my questioning as our part-time, six-year love was apparently sealed shut. With the exception of a criminal act, pregnancy says two things: all claims of ‘there’s nothing between us/we were never intimate’ are nullified and physical protection was either faulty or never on.

A few, new girlfriends also entered the stage then—and, yes, my dreams; one even by name before we’d met. I did too much trying to prove the lack of hard feelings I’d moved on with, accepting invites to talk from one and supporting another’s business by getting a tattoo [Leviticus 19:28].

Even his mother, then a beloved friend and mentor to me since our teen years, never exploited her son’s business or played favorites but expressed a serious, simple “you really shouldn’t have done that” disapproval for my giving her access to my blood and life [Leviticus 17:11-14].

Clearly, I was too close to him and not close enough to Christ at the time. That tie was way too strong outside of The LORD to be a blessing yet there was no use wasting more time in blame about what was already done.

I respected life, reached out to the new mom for the second (unanswered) time since day one and wished her blessings with what I believed to be the purity that white roses represented.

Silly of my way back, Asiatic Black ideology at the time not to consider that some of the same Far Eastern cultures of our common interest regarded white (roses) as funerary.

I feared this was the unintended making of a vendetta and, for a split second, almost agreed with the old wives’ tales of our respective cultural roots that her anger was later the reason for the loss of my children.

Social media stalking for a few years after I’d not only moved on from him in relationship but to another physical state? Yeah, that happened. But to blame anyone for fetal demise? I choose to believe that’s a lie. Only my God Decides.


With developing knowledge of, obedience to and strength in Christ over time, none of those prospects and their attempts at tapping into the occult practices of our ancestral homes for harm mattered to me.

Actually, how dare I assign overall life & death power to any but The Most High GOD-in-Christ?! [Isaiah 25:8, Hebrews 2:14, Revelation 21:4] Didn’t I know and understand that regardless of where any of us could boast being born, I was Reborn in The Messiah; my blood Transfused with His Precious Sovereign Flow? [Acts 20:28, Romans 5:9, Ephesians 1:7, 2:13; 2 Corinthians 5:17, Colossians 1:19-22; Hebrews 9:11-14, 12:23-25, 23:11-13]

I was no prophet [Amos 7:14] and neither were some of my community’s superstitious elders who lived in church but made cultural practice of keeping tape measures or yard sticks and a bell of sorts by their bedroom doors for fear of the dead forgetting or remembering and visiting their place [Job 14:12, Psalm 146:4, Ecclesiastes 9:5-6, Isaiah 38:18-19, 1 Timothy 4:1-2].

The Middle Passage daughter that I am deeply understands the rage of a people stolen, enslaved, brutally made to change and give up the abundant land, influence, respect and love we knew since antiquity.

Well before North American colonies then states were established, we ran with the Teachings of Christ that many like Cyril (*) brought to The Continent. It received the ‘you can’t quite sit with us’ Coptic sub-genre treatment. We studied the Torah as Did The Messiah and those deemed oppressed further oppressed His people as falasha outcasts. I get it.

Denying Christ as our Savior or otherwise adopting the nature of evil for undue gain and harm, however, is far inferior to reclaiming our place among The Most High GOD-in-Christ’s Family. It’s time!

It’s time we let go of wrong allegiances among the world system. I’m referring to our people’s long-time love affairs with freemasonry, eastern starriness, frats and soros, too. Our GOD’s Name Is Jealous [Exodus 34:14].

Unity, community service, great networking and polished appearance are possible without allegiance beyond God and family. With the exception of The Most High Himself, a select Biblical few humans and the Covenant of marriage we still maintain, oaths and even false vows haven’t gotten a pardon [Matthew 5:33-37, James 5:12].

The LORD Rebuke every branch, chain and root of voodoo, astrology/numerology/tarot hoodoo, santería, candomblé, spiritual baptist, orisha and seductive self worship blended among His Body!

We must stop the bitterness and blame! Stop lying and spreading foul spirits to new generations! Stop lying to ourselves! The Holy Spirit Will Hear and Share in every earnest groan of despair, Just as He Did mine [Romans 8:26-27].


If you believe I am the worst and at fault for everything in my own and other far-removed lives, then you can trust there Is room for the better YOU in The Most High’s Love. Please join me in surrender to Him.

No demon of hell [Romans 8:38-39] and no human I don’t awaken to in our true marriage bed, after having been ordained as one flesh [Genesis 2:23-24, Mark 10:7-8], could affect that.

Others’ unholy unions and, even creative, James 1:15 offspring would have to be a subject of fervent, deliverance prayer. As for me, however, when God Says so, I will only marry once, in and through Jesus Christ The Son of GOD. His Blood Fills our bodies, Covers our home and every member in advance and we shall serve Him only [Joshua 24:15]. That. Is. It.

These are touchy subjects for the church, I know, but the devil isn’t ashamed of secrets and lies so…touché! Truth must be told in Love.

That said, massage is often affiliated with but bears no distinct spiritual culture as an clinically sound, therapeutic modality. Even it should be approached with the caution of 1 Timothy 5:22.


{Work in progress; more later…}

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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.