Moving Away From The Past

I recently have begun my traveling as my path of destination(s) has taken me to encounter the ambience of such beautiful sites, towns, which makes up a state seen and viewed in its entirety.  
 
Me and my besties were discussing this over some soul healthy and hearty food and casual drinks, giving our energy to events that had hindered or in some instances, progresses a state to be better, where its social economics thrive to make that city, its state more desirable to visit, and diversified to plant foundation roots.  
 
As of late, I’ve had the pleasure to visit Nashville, Tennessee, Memphis Tennessee and West Memphis, Arkansas to gamble (18 minutes from Memphis, Tennessee).  
 
In reference to the question I was asked for the sites we visit, is it acceptable to honor the sadden atrocities, which makes one think and ponder, whereas you begin to question your presence in the now moment, one question that we agreed upon is how long we have really come and is the nation far better off now than once before.  
 
In the defense of my theories and philosophical views, I can better understand, my present, and give the utter most respect to take the steps leading to my future, one day at a time, without racism, hatred, jealousy, or envy.  
 
My Heavenly Creator is and always will be the navigator of my soul, my seal of grace, whereas the ordained words from the dialect of my speech, will ensue hope and glory encased in faith, subsequently, to always attempt to pass my spiritual insights onto others.  
 
The next inhale and exhale is never promised, therefore, stop and think, who really have the time to carry self-hatred of mental baggage around, our intellectual divinity, is a gift from above, what you feed it as far as knowledge should be shared, what it portrays on paper as far as wisdom, should be agreed our debated in a positive theological sense, and an awaken third yes, using the path of that embracing pineal gland must be evident to balance the throne of both brain’s hemisphere in conjunction  to be a  beacon of light in the sources from which you discern.  
 
I have been blessed to travel to and I say that with such blessed convictions, from the Dominican Republican, were I was conceived, and moved to France after the marriage of my parents, and then to Haiti to reside with my grann after the passing of my beautiful mother.
 
Have times progressed or are they regressing. That was the question that three women from all walks of life, professional women who are prominent in their own position.  
 
I had the time to visit one iconic historical site, that moved me beyond words. I visited where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, was assassinated on April 04,1968.  
 
This is where the question was proposed by my two best friends and it had me thinking, they stated, should we visit sites that history was volatile and are we giving it the energy it does not deserve.  
 
I had to think about it, and not just for money’s sake in exchange of hands. Conversely just to visit it bestowed upon me a peace of mind and a sense of renewal in seeing and believing, then reading about or seeing it on television during black history month.  
 
Every day to me is history, no matter if the source of invitation or investigation could be found, in a person, place, or thing, unbiased if it teaches me to appreciate humanity more, within that confession, may my reaching moments to gain insights deter me from trespassing on anyone’s ethnicity or the doctrine of their religion.  
 
Now let’s observe the case my two besties discussed during our round table as we dinned out for the evening.  
 
I visited the Lorraine Motel, and I was pleased to become a part of the day by the visuals the historical site offered, it is part of the National Civil Rights Museum, in Memphis Tennessee. I did not enter through the museum doors itself, I just preferred to restrict my presence to this site in general, to get the emotions it must have created on April 04,1968 after the news of Martin Luther King, Jr, untimely death.  
 
Looking up at the balcony, room 306 there once stood a man of peace, his sole mission upon Earth was to bridge the gap of racial disparity, fight for racial equality, and participate in non-violent marches, surely that cannot be wrong, the past does shape our future, we are conditioned to learn from it to better ourselves, to pass the revelations to our next generation, sometimes you cannot bottle a feeling by what you read due in part to your history, then actually seeing it with your own eyes; it’s a private feeling no one can take from you, it’s one of those ‘now in the moment’  you really can value a human being and the devotion of his worth, the man(Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.) who stood on that balcony preaching, reaching, teaching, in that instance, I begin to overstand myself, the lessons, taught during his presence upon earth, was, you can overcome any obstacles you like, but you must love yourself and be open and willing to love others, shamelessly, the enthralling energy balances out your Kismet Karma.  
 
Yes, I am thankful, I got the moment in this lifespan to see and feel a part of the past that revolutionized a civil rights movement, and if you have not seen that particular historical site, its phenomenon and it feels empowering to know someone else who have created a path for us to find inner peace and accept everyone as being equally to yourself, if you have not learned that lesson or if it is not in you naturally, then what is YOUR MISSION.  
 
There is a video that goes with this musing  
 
“Assalam Alaikum”