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Within The Pages Of A Soul’s Lineage

Our naked reflections mirror the truth of one’s spirit. It’s the pivotal time in your life when you stop, turn around, and glance upon the necessities you have taken time to bring into the presence of the soul to such a point in time.      
       
I have been blessed to have enclosed the aura of my being with great minded people alike, and associates of greater affluence and keen intellect, but is this all my essence, what my creed stands for, shouldn’t there be more to me, if all possible, on this green earth.          
       
I am finally realizing materialistic gains is boundless, and it does not bring comfort to the soul, it’s a harsh sense of reality and a sub-diversion substitute for love; an empty emotion one must or has to contend with.        
       
I suppose when you are the nursing director of a geriatric population. I see the look of pending sunsets on the faces of my residents each day, dethroned existences still holding on to historic artifacts from generations ago, some mouths laced with such bitter tongues, yet frail hands, still needing the comfort of a warm heart to see them through the throes of a slumber, most refusing to sleep, knowing the sound of death is imminent in the labored breaths taken.      
       
It seems ironic everyone wants to live within a past they can never revisit and refuses to invest in a divine purpose for their existence now for a sacred future.      
       
I can now understand why people who are looking in other’s glass houses do not understand the average mind, when people have such grand prosperity, hitherto. They will never tell you half of their life is spent walking around popping pills; pills to awaken you, pills to keep you up, pills to calm you down, or pills to just zone you out, supine couch potatoes under the guidance of a therapist, festering their mental illness upon society, giving up, giving in, thoughts of suicide, self-mutilations, drug overdoses, mental hospitalization.      
       
In life, we all must remember there needs to be a balance of our temple; spiritually, mentally, intellectually, physically, and emotionally, the foundation of us is like a jigsaw puzzle, when one piece is lost, we can never feel our worth, leaving is feeling incomplete.      
       
As a nurse, I would diagnose it as mental deterioration, an undiagnosed chemical imbalance, but sometimes, what if that’s just not the case.        
       
An empty soul is the devil’s vessel, and an idle mind does the devil’s work.        
       
I wrote this narrative as my path in life, which has already been foretold, I am at the crossroads, and it appears I cannot defer God’s initial plan or detour my footsteps.        
       
I have aided the minds in reaching its full potential in all sectors of life, I think it’s time my ordained merriment becomes my calling.        
       
For once, I wish my mother were still breathing this earthy life to pat me on my back, and tell me a job well done, my grann in Haiti, has been my rock of salvation, my second wet nurse in command, however, there is no greater love than hearing those words, from your mother, father.          
       
In my culture, lineage plays an important tool in life. I arrived here and forget my ancestral rites of passage that was always to teach the younger generation, heal what is not broken to prevent it from shattering, respect the trilogy of life, death, and in the evolution of its rebirth.      
       
My Santo Domingo, French, and Haitian Creole callings of the old has instilled in me not to become attached to materialistic gains, and never to place faith in a man, but by the Creaotr himself.        
       
In life, if one has a dream, make sure you take the time to invest everything you have to obtain it, however, along the way, do not forget to take the time to smell the roses, laugh, and seek spiritual enlightment; money, fame, and having it all is not the rewards that makes one presence more or less important, it’s the stable gifts we get out of life, which brings us our greatest rewards; the unity of family, lasting friendships, and universal love.        
       
Love yourself, above all, keep your intellect pure with positive thoughts, and bless the universe upon your Grand Rising, always      
       
       
     
SKC, Interim DON, APRN
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 12th Jan 2024
Author's Note
The road to success is always quiet once you have arrived.

SKC

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