I am not a devourer of innocence, nor a thief of free will. I am not here to entertain, cast judgement or mystify. I am to listen, make good and reflect truth in life. Who am I? I’m a friend, and I’m much closer than you realize. – Reginald O’Neal Gibson

– Reginald O’Neal Gibson


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Blind Indulgence will only regurgitate its foolishness. Just because it’s accepted doesn’t make it the norm. Be careful what you feed your mind, body and soul. It’s ok to just walk away. In this, you’ll not only maintain your peace, but you’ll restore others as well.

– Reginald O’Neal Gibson


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Your feelings.

Your beliefs.

Your ethics.

Your decisions.

Your consequences. 

Your journey.

Your life.

Either way, I love you as my neighbor. My choice; God bless.

Reginald O’Neal Gibson


Being in lust, doesn’t mean you’re in love.

The edification of your financial wealth, doesn’t make you rich.

Having a life doesn’t mean you’re living.

Having followers does not constitute or even resemble, true friendship.

Saying thanks, doesn’t mean you’ve given.

Reciting Dr. Martin Luther King jr.’s dream, doesn’t mean you’re awake.

And on a more personal note, Just because I smile, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.

To my Blackfoot, Cherokee and African ancestors, I want to say thank you, thank you and thank you.

Reginald O’Neal Gibson 


When God looked upon the waters, he said “let there be light.” He spoke words that immediately reflected upon his essence and it was so; for he is light everlasting. Not so different from when we look upon our own reflection in the water. In other words, our image is reflected back upon us without judgement, opinion or false perception. Only the reflective image of truth in which you and I exist.   

The correlation within the water (which is life itself) is vitally important to our understanding, being it sets us free from many earthly afflictions. In many of my writings I talk about the distractions of the world and for good reason. If we fail to realize on a daily basis, that we are the children of the almighty God our heavenly father, we leave ourselves open to false doctrines, corrupted ideologies and our own cluttered perceptions. Please know that we ourselves, by ourselves are a mess waiting to happen, over and over again. Adamant proof of this is our innate ability to judge, hate and conquer within the guise of opinion, gossip and fear. In this, reveals that mankind is easily persuaded into the blindness of one’s own perceived ideologies.

Which again, why it’s so vitally important to know who we are in Christ, what flows within our temple and God’s intended purpose for our lives. Yes we are as spoiled siblings, and yes we are as one, but be warn not to divide in mind, body or understanding. Why? Because we’ve proven evident within the failure of our natural thought process, we can turn away from the comfort and peace given from our heavenly father.

Please allow me to remind you, we are a children of God, his light, his word and his blessings. Within our every breath, heartbeat and choice of free will, we are a reflection of his words; which is a covenant of eternal law. And being that you, I and all of mankind have taken upon the breath of life within our temple, we are without doubt as one within the royalty of our heavenly father. In short, we are embedded with power from his spoken words. This is why it’s said we have the power of life and death within our mouths. More specifically in the KJV Bible “Death and life are in the power of the tongue (Proverbs 18:21).

In conclusion, I want you to know and practice tapping into the power of God, which is already inside you. We’ve heard this said before time and time again, but in the idealistic way of affirmations, personal improvement and the law of universal attraction. Only it doesn’t seem to work for most people, because the majority of people don’t fully realize who they are or where they come from in spirit. One reasoning is distraction! Distractions lead to disconnect and disconnect leads to the separation of source. And in all sources there relies power. In ours there is the power of God, in our hearts, within our every breath and in this; our mouths. What am I saying? When you look upon the waters of life, which is your children, your neighbors and even whom you perceive to be your enemy; speak the power of life, blessings and peace between the both of you! In this, let this be your purpose as the fluidity of life, the reflective image and the echo. Do this with bold intention. Do this in Christ’s name. And for the love of your created purpose, do remember that you’re a child of the most high, and continue to speak life upon the water. 

by Reginald O’Neal Gibson



                       Poem from GOD’S GREATEST CREATION: WOMAN


“Gentle and blessed is the tone of her voice.
Softness in wonder heavenly angels rejoice.
From dust to gentile, from gentile to man, she breathes life into gentlemen and creates the gentle-man.
Rigid is he that toils the ground, but oh the sweet voice, her gentleness of sound. – love her unconditionally.
-by Reginald O’Neal Gibson




We are seeds upon the waters, experiencing the flow of life; until we rest upon the eternal soil. 

If we are fallen seeds, where did we come from?

If we are upon the waters of life, in which direction do we flow?

Is the darkness of the soil our rest or our death?

Fear not in question of darkness or end, there relies a light from deep within. Christ our savior has ransomed the price, to guide us throughout eternal life. 

Reginald O’Neal Gibson



Did you know the YMCA has a lost and found? I know most people are probably embarrassed to ask but for me, I hold a special understanding of what can be found at this community center. Not too long ago, I was reminded by my 4 year-old daughter of something close to my heart; from many years prior.

It was a promise! A promise I’d forgotten about until I witnessed my baby girl grasping the edge of the entrance counter at the local Y. She could barely reach but couldn’t resist to wave at one of the many friendly employees.

My wife and I have 4 year-old triplets, two boys and one super-emotionally intelligent girl. We also have a 13 year-old son that’s into anything sports related! So it’s obvious why our local Y is so vitally important to our busy lifestyles.


As a father and provider, I love knowing my family gets great value, developmental skill building and mentorship, all within a safe stress-free environment. We’ve made many friends throughout the years and to a greater extent, the YMCA has become our neighboring family. From holiday events to our kids swim class, my family and I have been blessed many times over and over by their community programs.

Now about that promise I mentioned earlier, the forgotten one lost but recently found. It wasn’t an expensive water bottle, a flashy hat or a pair of headphones; it was me. I was lost within the darkness of depression and the YMCA helped me find my path.

Years ago before my current marriage and family, I was homeless. Although I had a job at the time, I was severely depressed, struggling and recently divorced. In this, I made some hard decisions which lead me to become homeless. One frigidly cold day, while sleeping in my van I decided to pull myself together, but honestly I couldn’t even concentrate. Most days I’d eat at work and stress the rest of the time wondering if I had enough gas to keep my car warm so I could write throughout the night.

Then one day I noticed people going into the Y and that’s when I decided to become a member. Soon I had a place to exercise, shower and write to my heart’s content. From various parking lots and local YMCA’s I continued to write. When the Y closed, I often toggled as the last member leaving, being I didn’t want to appear in distress. Months later I noticed their lost and found area, so I asked for one of the ink pens. I didn’t claim it but I did explain to the employee that mine ran out of ink and I just needed to finish a chapter of my thoughts. My goodness that was a nice pen!

That’s when the promise was made, while the gliding of the pen whisked across the rigidness of gathered paper, I said to myself, “one day I’m going to write a book and donate it to the YMCA!” This, in hopes of encouraging someone in need and that there is a place within the community, not to enable, but to provide tools for personal success.

Since then I’ve donated my first two books to the Y, only not as a homeless man but as a published author. IMG_8616My family had no idea. My job had no clue and the people considered close to my circle were completely unaware what I was hiding beneath the smile; true brokenness. Not only was I in the spiritual war of a lifetime, but I was losing the battle, day by day.

By now I was visiting four local Y’s religiously; the Huber Heights Y where I proposed to the love of my life Kelly, the Downtown Dayton Y which had late hours, the West Carrollton Y where I lost collectively 35lbs and the Kleptz Y in Englewood. Here is where I’ve found the best of friends through staff and members. From social events to local programs, they somehow find ways to always keep families inspired mind, body-moving and soul. Also at the Kleptz Y, I’ve had one of my most successful book signings and not to forget, this is where my wife currently teaches Zumba classes!


Who would have thought that out of the kindness of an employee, an ink pen and a promise within a prayer, I would find what was once lost in me; Hope. To the Greater YMCA of Dayton, thank you! You’ve not only helped to develop the man within me, you’ve helped to raise a strong family within the community. We are members for life! God bless.

Reginald O’Neal Gibson