Doing What You Must
I do lots of
things, but I also know that there are things that I was born to do. I believe
we all have these unique abilities; sort of like Neo in the Matrix (I love that
movie.)
One of the
things I was born to do it to write. I do so daily, but I don’t always work on
the projects I promised my ancestors that I would complete.
This may sound a little crazy, but
stay with me for a moment; I believe, (NOTE: I did not say I know,) that our DNA
is not the only thing we inherit from our ancestors; we are also given their
progress.
What we do with it is up to us. We can take
the blue pill and continue in our day to day lives moving about as if everything
we see is real but what we hear and feel are false, or we can take the red one
and truly awaken to the world around us
and in us.
I took the
red one a long time ago. In fact, I may have even been born in Zion. At any
rate, I know (as the church folks
say, “I feel my help coming.” By the by; it never leaves you,) that I have a
job that has gone undone.
In addition
to writing this daily post, which I love, I am also charged with writing
stories. We are connected by our stories.
I recently met a woman who wanted to take a
picture of me, I asked her where she was from. She told me that she was from Augusta,
Georgia. I told her that I had been there for a Keb Mo concert. She said she
had been there too. Then she amazed me when she said, “You must be the woman
who drove all the way from Savannah.” I asked her how she knew, she laughed and
said, “There were three black women there, me and you and your friend. Everybody
was talking about the beautiful strangers.”
I love
hearing the way life connects. These stories often end up in my books in some
way or another. When they do, I believe; correction, I know that I am honoring the ancestors whose memories we bring
together when we simply meet and share.
So here’s the question, what are you not doing that you need to be doing? What did you tell your ancestors
that you would carry forth? My great-grandfather John Henry Freeman told
stories to my mother and the rest of the community sitting around in a barn. At
the end of her life, my mother remembered and began to share the stories with
me.
I am a
writer because John Henry Freeman and my mother were the “writers” of their
time.
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What
do you need to do?
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Why
did you take the blue pill?
You will know that you are back on
track, doing what you have been purposed to do, because life will seem lighter
and things will come to you more easily.
Honor the ancestors and they will honor you.
Be well, be wonderful, be complete.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
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