From Baggage to Rebirth, Through Vision and Self-Worth: A Black Man’s Anniversary Reflection  

From Baggage to Rebirth, Through Vision and Self-Worth: A Black Man’s Anniversary Reflection  

“It was not until she looked up to me, did the black community began to ponder my worth. I remember it with clarity the day she held my hand, as they looked scorned in judgment. 

It wasn’t only because she was white but I’m thinking, it was how she looked at me in comparison to their previous perceptions of me. When Kelly set her gaze upon me, it was not in assessment of my status, the car I drove nor the clothes on my back. She looked at me through un-judging eyes paired with a glimpse of who I was to become, rather than the hellish reality that adorned my personification. Moreover, it was the unrealized woman in her, that beckoned the unfinished business of God in me. 

So, when seemingly the black community judged me for being with and marrying a white woman, It goes without saying I couldn’t have cared less, being I wasn’t perceived or shown to have value anyway. I remember a person asking me “why would you marry a white girl?” Being It was a frivolous question, I simply replied, “because she sees in me, what I cannot,” and I walked away. 

Maybe, it was not that she was white but rather the timing was meticulously right. That is, for the both of us as we simultaneously chose to put our baggage aside and take that daunting leap of faith! Truth be expressed, they couldn’t have cared less either but for some reason negative connotations grew evermore apparent. In fact, it was not until people started to notice Kelly and I were happy before biases were heard aloud, cackling in utterances of disbelief. 

As I saw it, Kelly did not exploit my imperfections, rather she chose to trust my inner perfection, as only a woman’s intuition could. 

Kelly took a chance on me as a man, who was not only black but black and broken, oppressed, and stressed, and for the most part uninterested. It was not until I saw the reflection of the man God created in me, upon the gloss of her eyes, before I began to realize my life’s work was being made-known. By the time my vision was cleared from self-absorption, Kelly was right there in front of me, over-bubbly and steadfast with exuberant hope. Almost as if she knew what God had in store for us.  

In hindsight, obviously it wasn’t the entirety of the black community, nor did the world revolve around me but, just maybe, it was all about the spiritual timing. Nevertheless, we know what we know, until we leap and know no more of that which held us down. 

On today, our 9th anniversary, I reflect upon how she made me feel worth at a time when I and my environment perceived me to be worthless. It was within this moment in time, when Kelly chose to trust in me, that which was embedded within my spirit. And in doing so, inspired me to raise myself up and surrender to the woman God prepared in her. As such, it was the God in her that brought out the God in me, as we came together as one to give God back his unwavering glory, through praise and in worship.”  

This is my story, my reflection of closure from baggage to rebirth, in honor of our anniversary. May God bless you, your story and yours.  

GOD’S GREATEST CREATION: THE WOMAN by Reginald O’Neal Gibson  

That Person, Seemingly Talking Nonsense; You Might Want To Listen.

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Often, clarity develops within various levels of a person’s life. As such, for that person not in agreement, immersed deep in their turmoil, being laughed at, shunned or gossiped about, may very well be indifferent for a reason. You’ll have no idea! Once he/she gets their words together, minds set and away from that which is the debacle of their environment, who they’ll turn out to be (nor the true purpose of their existence). Within this understanding, don’t be of judgment when they’re down, be of uplifting grace. Because, upon their spiritual awakening, who you were in their times of struggle, may be the difference of company shared within their epiphany. 

– Reginald O’Neal Gibson

A Black Man’s Love Letter 

Dear “My Country ’Tis of Thee,”  


We are who we are, until we fall in love. Until then, let us try to get to know, learn and forgive each other. Only then, will we finally be able to get pass the distractions of a segregated democracy, indoctrinated bias ideologies, and the loss of respect due to the befuddlement of our history. Obviously, we have some trust issues regarding attrition but if we can start over this healing process of closure and the coming together as one, we can truly sow the seeds of sweetness, within this “land of liberty, of thee I sing.” In unity, in forgiveness, and most of all, in love.

  
 P.S. We got off to an immeasurable start, but I forgive you. Can we start over? 

– Reginald

The Spinning Will of Perpetual Ignorance 

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Vertigo is thy nature when the greed of man continuously incites, promotes, and propagate fear within like-minded constituents. This, not only to exalt himself over others foreign and domestic but to perpetually enslave, look down upon and mock (behind closed doors), the very like-minded people cultivated to keep racism systematic. An easy task, when ignorance and bigotry is the platform chosen as they stumble, spin, and slip upon their hapless spew. Pseudo indoctrinated with positions over purpose, the silver tongued pied-pipers pompous betrayal always proceeds self-prophecy. Thus, remaining clueless absolute, whilst continuing to spin their will of centrifugal unity. 

Will, will never win, when the wind wields without the willingness to be wheeled – in the wrights direction.

– Reginald

Think Again

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“Earthly wisdom is blissfully overrated and quite limited within the self-righteous achievements of mankind. Therefore, one must learn to intimately commune within the spirit of God and remain above the principalities of this world. In this, eternity will be the precedence, as opposed to the legacies of false doctrines left behind.” – R. Gibson

The Spinning Rock

Weak are the minds that see only self and like-minded others. And for what? To feel accepted? How long before we understand, like-minded or not, same shade or the opposite, where all on this spinning rock together, destined to rotate no longer as its blackened blood is siphoned from its core. Auto-suggestively, we pretend to want heaven on earth, but we treat earth and its inhabitants like hell. Discoveries are for profit and ideas cost far more. Persuasion dissimulates We the People, as intuition is simultaneously voted into subservience. We have failed not only because of self-idolization but the suckling of sweet-like nectar dripping from the charismatic tongue of evil. This love affair with influence will soon come to a creeping halt, as this rock will spin no longer. It is then, upon the earth standing still, when the elite’s cramp and gnash together between the trenches of fire and ice, succumbing to the hell they have created, as opposed to the lie they have propagated. It is then when the blind vertigo of idolatry will be freed.  

R. Gibson 

Hold Up

Right now, at this very moment, someone is procrastinating on financially blessing you physically, and mentally! That which is needed in hand, shall come to pass. That burden of debt/stress, will be supernaturally lifted —without any trickery or shifting of making ends meet. But here’s the interesting thing, these blessings are moving exactly at the same rate of speed as you are. With regards to you holding back forgiveness, to someone (even yourself) who needs it to heal, learn from, and one day share alike. Coincidence, or denial? Either way, don’t blame God according to the appearance of an unanswered prayer life. He’s given you the power of discernment. So, whether coincidence or not, the question remains, what’s the (real) hold up?🧐