Who are you? 

Without the title. 

Without the politics. 

Without any degrees. 

Without the bandwagon. 

Without the fair-weather comments.  

Without the self-idealized proclamation. 

Without the paid or absent-minded followers on social media. 

Without the pseudo friends, ride or lie entourage, and media influenced propaganda-hater squad. 

Truly, who are you? 

Without being told. 

Without the online presence. 

Without being plagued by self-persecution.   

Without the suit, name brands, and fancy items.  

Without the guns, tactical gear, and massive insecurity complexes overshadowing your incompetence. 

Who are you, really?! There’s no one else around but I, which is you, shackled behind the dam of your mind, whispering upon your slumber. 

If you can’t answer this in complete, irrefutable confidence, it’s because you know NOT who you are, for you have forgotten! e.g. defaulting in the multitude with the others lost, within their created purposes. This, no doubt because you’ve given so much of yourself, per the accordance of being accepted, seen, proven or acknowledged, which inevitably renders you consciously insufficient. Not to forget, an exhausted product of vicarious others who’s told, implemented or shown, either by status, environment or insidious intent, your suggested place per ‘their overall” plot in life. 

You know NOT your walk, for the road (that’s been chosen for you, upon your default) is wide with the bumbling’s of others, lost within the boasts of fallacy. As such, undoubtably manipulated time and time again, by the very ones who believe the masses are merely pawns of unknowing descent. Proven evident not by my words, but by the reflective nature of the countless zombified pretentious fools, casting blame on one another!  

This entails nothing more than spiritual submission, which in turn enslaves the mindset to that of misguided character. Lastly, to invoke fear, propaganda, and stupefied hope for anyone who know NOT their way, destined purpose or to the least, oneself. In other words, are you who you proclaim to be, or are you the epitome of default, labeled by that which consumes you? 

Don’t be fooled, everyone “boasts” as if they truly know, but per their actions displayed, life lived, and repetitive yet senseless chatter; they haven’t the slightest clue, but you, that is I, behind the dam you’ve created, whispers between the clefts of your dreams! Don’t seal me out, hear me, and remember who you are! 


From the author

Just a reminder, I don’t write to entertain, persuade or distract. I write by way of the Holy Spirit as a part of my life’s work to awaken those in search of higher consciousness. As such, I’ll conclude with this . . . 

Too many people are guided, trained, and manipulated into being “a part of,” as opposed to achieving “whole being.” Why is this?  

Is it because they long to be a part of something much greater than themselves? Which of course is the direct result of their identity being stripped away, then bombarded with images of money, power, and respect, as if that can fill the bottomless pit of their broken temple? Not in the least, and here’s the thing, without identity of self, spiritually, physically, and consciously, human beings will continue to mindlessly roam the earth as nothing more than a herd of sacrificial livestock, duped by the negative powers that be.  

And just to be clear, it doesn’t MATTER if you’re black, white, far left, far right or the other. The moment you prescribe to being anything other than your God given-created purpose, you’ve subjectively failed by default. As such, only the knowing of self can save you, but then again, who are you? 

Think About it. 

Reginald O’Neal Gibson