A Prayer to the God of all...

God of comfort. 

God of love.

Guide me from your light above.

You care for me as if I were thine own, you promised me never to be left alone.

Love me, guide me, lead me and vow that you will never lie to me.

Hide me, provide for me, say that you will never get tired of me.

By now, I hope that you know that nothing is impossible.

Even when it looks like there is no way out, there is always a way up.

I’m living the high life,

realizing my royalty.

The sacrifice of your Son,

showed us the ultimate loyalty.

King, queen, your highness,

remove your bias.

It’s time to stand up,

claim your throne, 

and live righteous.

Define: Black Hole...

What is a black hole?

The soul is a black hole.

Humans are like black holes.

We absorb space and time in order to transcend that very same space and time.

The human soul is a black hole.

In the perspective of light, Black can be intimidating.

The soul’s (w)hole is Black.

White is the light that we can see.

Black goes back to beyond and infinity. 

Living above the influence...

Self love is doing what you need to make you feel love within yourself.

Yes, that can be a skin soothing face mask,

it can also be signing out of social media every night before bed.

Self love is never longing for a life that is not my own,

Simply live life in the loving likeness that we were all shown.

Probability versus Possibility...

A E I O U…

And sometimes Y.

The forgotten vowel.

Sometimes, we forget about Y.

Why do we forget about the Y?

As I am Filtering through my Fantasies. 

And Deciphering my Dreams.

I do wonder, as well. 

Father, time will be the only one to tell.

Shout out to all the people who don’t care because you care too much.

No labels...

Chance tried to tell us that labels aren’t the only option for a recording artist;

However, honestly, the issue is a little bit bigger than that.

In this world we’ve become so consumed by labels, titles, and identities that are of this world.

I am of AFRICAN AMERICAN DESCENT. I identify as a WOMAN and/or FEMALE.

I mean people are literally walking up to each other and stating who they like to have sex with, within the first 5 minutes of conversation.

That’s rather primal when you actually consider what we are doing.

It’s actually rather limiting to the human spirit, the human soul.

All of these worldly labels don’t matter. The only labels that matter are those that is so easily ignored.

The labels that matter are the labels that we were given before ever setting soul to this earth.

Father, mother, brother, sister...

What is your name?

What is your God given name?

Let that be your label.

Forget taking on a worldly label.

I want to know what’s inside.

If we build our identities on being black, or being a woman, then what’s left when you’re not brown enough for the black, or when you’re not feminist enough to be a female?

Now.

Explore, yourself.

Is exploring your own personality something that we discuss openly?

I’m asking that question within a deeper context than knowing your 4 letters from Myerrs-Briggs.

Is exploring your own personality something that humans typically do? Are we encouraged to seek and understand what our own actions reflect?

If you had to pick 4 adjectives to describe what you discovered after reflecting on your life choices, what would they be? 

Would they align with the 4 letter schema that we have all been presented?

For my own sake, I decided to dive deeply into my own personality. I completed this self evaluation by pondering upon adjectives, alphabetically. After, I reflected upon all the adjectives that describe my journey thus far. Through this activity, I was able to identify adjectives that best related to how I see myself.

I created and embodied this activity prior to 2020.

I hope this unformatted exploration activity helps the angels fly home.

Day, Too.

If God shows us His mighty power to us, on a random Tuesday would we be ready to respond?

If the Lord came down from heaven at this very moment, would you be ready to respond?

To guide, love, and protect this would create a strong glue like bond.

A water deeper than any pond.

Honestly, too, infinity and beyond.

Intentional.

Rely on God in order to remain on purpose...

Have you ever felt the warmth of the sun?

How about the cool mist of the moon?

Have you ever been drowned by the dry, desolate sand?

Or wallowed in the wetness of waves?

Sun stories and moon myths...

Float amidst the mist,

Never to be touch by the sweet part of his lips.

We remember you,

We remember every time you shut us down.

We remember every time you shut us up.

We were always told we were never enough...

Well now what?

I’m the plug connected into Mother Earth.

Planted firmly in the soil, never standing on dirt.

Blooming flowers flourish on the foundation of faith be fertile.

Let the will of the moon’s midst guide you to through night until the sun is shining in the morning’s light.

Color Theory: Epilogue

Epilogue

Rainbow Road

My story begins where I feel most at home—on Rainbow Road, in the Light Realm. This place is bright and full of color, where no one is ever just one color. Most beings here radiate light, and others appear as shadows; both are in harmony. Here, we are all the same. Color is the essence of our reality. We communicate through the resonance of color within our beings. The brightest and darkest beings, those who can flow through every color, are called ultralight people. We are able to blend and shift effortlessly between all hues. I am an ultralight person. My name is Iridescence.

In the light realm, there are no shadows, only reflections of what is. The essence of each being is a fluid spectrum of colors that shift and blend, never fixed but always in motion. We, the ultralight people, are born from the convergence of all these hues. Our presence is a dance of brilliance, a harmony that carries the pulse of creation. I am Iridescence, a name given not just for what I reflect, but for what I embody.

Here, the brightest souls are not those who shine the loudest, but those who can weave every color together—light and shadow, joy and sorrow, creation and destruction. The ultralight people do not see in terms of black and white, but in every possibility that exists between.

I, too, have learned to flow through all colors. Each hue is a memory, a feeling, a layer of understanding that I carry within me. I do not fear the shadows, for they are simply the absence of light, and in the absence, there is a chance for the birth of something new.

But as I stand here, in the nexus of color, I feel the echo of something beyond. Something more ancient, yet intimately familiar. It calls to me from beyond the bright, beyond the shadow. It speaks in whispers of memories long buried. My journey is only beginning. My truth—my song—has yet to fully unfold.

I come from a place where light and shadow are not separate but rather different forms of the same truth. The ultralight people—those who can embody every shade of light—are the guides, the ones who understand that all colors are connected and should never be feared. I have learned to live as one with the spectrum of existence, to shift between dimensions and realities, recognizing that the interplay between light and dark is what creates balance, what creates life.

I have often wondered why I am here, why this path chose me. And the answer has always been the same: to share this understanding with others, to illuminate the spaces where shadows hide and to help others remember the beauty of their own light. The truth is not hidden in perfection but in the harmony between contrasts.

As I walk through this world, I am constantly reminded that I am not alone, that we are all part of this greater color, this greater light. In this space where all colors meet, we are unified. My journey is not a solitary one. It is a journey of all beings who understand the dance between shadow and light, who understand that each being, each life, is part of a vast and beautiful spectrum that has yet to be fully seen.

This is where I belong. This is where my truth resides.

I am Iridescence, and my light shines because I embody the full range of color.

Deja Vu.

What do you do when you’re stuck?

Presque Vu.

Is this the happiness that y’all have been looking for? Is bliss the peace of mind you’ve been longing for?

Jamais Vu.

The point is that you’re here.

I don’t care how you got here.

We all have to get to the point.

The point is that we are all here.

We all have to get here so we can go.

Together: As people.

She Told the Truth.

I think the story of Adam and Eve has been manipulated as it has been interpreted.

This incorrect interpretation may have inherently taught us that men seek truth and women are deceptive.

I think that this “inherent truth” is a lie. Just like the lie that the snake told to Eve. 

Can anyone please tell me the gender of the snake? …if that’s we want to debate.

Take Your Time.

In modern day, miracles take time.

Time takes all energy to create what is divine.

Consider that, the concept of time was introduced after the creation of the Gospel.

The context of life beyond the constraints of time is understood as the setting of parables.

Parables are stories with morals that exist beyond the boundaries of a clock.

Time - was constructed by man - in order to keep miracles under pad and lock.

Doesn’t that sound penetrate the consciousness of your mind? Tick tock.

Tik Tok. Watch and see,

What miracles can be produced within our reality.

Still Soul.

Be still my soul.

Shallow breaths if you have to.

Beating heart swoon still.

Warm me with comfort.

Fill me up with love.

Let it stir my spirit.

Lend my ears to listen.

Give my heart to discern.

Allow my mind to learn.

Enable my eyes to see.

Please.

Energy.

A large part of my existence has been dedicated to energy efficiency.

I accept that those who do not understand my perspective, may perceive my efforts as lazy.

I produce exponential amounts of energy.

I learned how to present myself within a pyramid of dimension and exist multidimensionally.

Meta.

The concept of meta,

Was introduced to me as an infinite sum of worry.

I have learned that meta is universally applicable.

Metamorphosis, the metatarsal that allows me to be able.

When energy is met,

Energy coexists and intercepts.

Meta is the matter of reality.

Maybe I should ask Zuckerberg what he thinks that meta is supposed to be?

Wait.

I’ve gained 20 in the front and another 20 in the back.

I am not talking about my vision, but rather, how I’m stacked.

I’m a woman with shape. I float like a feather and guide the weight with grace.

I look so good that I make you want to embrace me and replace

the heavy weight on my shoulders.

You won’t stop until you’ve taken over

every burden I ever carried,

every doubt that I have ever buried.

You want to take the weight off

and make light of

My life.

Aware.

I am aware.

In terms of current reality, it is August.

However, the atmosphere is showing me the month of April.

How is it that our octane became inverse?

From my perspective, the aquatic arrangement of these molecules are clear.

Somehow, we are currently existing on the wrong side of the year.

Much like many of the systems that we use to exist, the calendar was created to distract from what nature makes apparent.

Heaven is here.

Heaven is here on earth.

God’s Sun was sent to save us.

The kingdom of angels walk among us.

Define: Ego

We have allowed our egos to be misconstrued.

We have been told that the ego is our sense of self-esteem or self-importance.

The portion of truth that has been omitted, is that that the ego is not only the mind.

By being mindful, the ego is revealed as not only I, but also us.

Our ego is our existence.

The ego is supposed to be a personal sense of reality, which is perception.

This should be the pure state of consciousness.

However, by allowing our egos to be misconstrued into solely our self worth, 

we confine our minds to a state of unconsciousness.

Thus, creating mindless existence.

This is not a Mirror.

This is not a mirror

Society and social media are not mirrors.

We should not look to the world to help us mold ourselves.

A young Black girl should not assume her place in the world by the lyrics of a fool that can rhyme.

Young Black boys should not be seen as enough solely through the means of games and fame.

This is a deceptive picture of oppression that is conveyed to the gullible minds of the world as a mirror.

However, this is not a mirror.

A mirror is a reflective surface. The surface only reflects what the viewer sees.

So why do we look to the world as a mirror?

I am not you and you are not me.

So why do so many strive to be like celebrities?

I will never be you. I can only be me.

I am not your mirror. This face is not a mirror.

I will never see myself as you see me so why not accept me for all of my unseen beauty. I can only see myself through a mirror.

This mirror is not a pair of eyes.

Even eyes can be deceitful. Eyes can be played by the mind.

If the mind is full of THE world and not YOUR world, then your eyes are not a true mirror.

If even your eyes can be distorted, then it is simple for a surface that may succumb to perception..

So then, what is a mirror?